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The Snowflake Touch [Gay, AiE]

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>It's been a year since you have arrived in Equestria.
>And you have since thought about going for dating a mare.
>They were smart like humans.
>Talked like humans.
>There was a mare that tries to walk like a human.
>So these ponies might as well be human in an equine form.
>It's fine then. They can consent to your advances.
>That was...if any of the mares gave you a passing glance.
>Even with the ratio of males to females being heavily in your favor...
>"Not interested."
>"Hah, you think you have a shot at me? Think again."
>"A lady would never stoop down to such a level..."
>"Heh...hehehehahahaha!!!"
>Those were the nicer reactions you've gotten.
>But what could you do.
>You're a weakling with little redeeming qualities, like being nice.
>But being nice won't get you far in dating.
>Shit sucks...
>Alarm rings, signaling the start of the first day of your transformation.
>Wake up.
>Stretch your limbs and get ready for the day.
>Proceed to start the morning routine.
>Finish, then head into the kitchen for some breakfast.
>There's a knock at the door.
>"Anooon! Come on, the gym waits for nopony."
>At least one mare would talk to you.
>Open the door.
>Spot a Rainbow Dash wearing workout clothes.
>"Aren't ya getting ready?"
>Look down.
>Not wearing much but just boxers and holding a bowl of Cheerilee-O's.
"Didn't think you'd come this early."
>"Gotta get there before the good equipment gets taken."
>Point.
>Scarf down the food.
>Rush upstairs and put on some gym clothes.
>Shorts and a tank top will work.
>Grab a towel, a water bottle, and a change of clothes.
>Toss it all in a bag and head downstairs.
>Hop down a few stairs and see a grinning blue mare.
"What?"
>"Didn't think you'd be eager to work out."
"I'm only doing this because you said this was the best place to meet some mares."
>"Riiight..."
>Blue Fast stretches out her wings before taking to the air.
>She hovers and does a 180.
>"Lets get goin', Anon."
>Watch her move forward.
>You can't help but admire her rear from afar.
"Too bad she friend-zoned ya..."
>"What was that?"
"Coming!"
>A bit of idle chit-chat and a 10 minute walk later, you arrive at the gym.
>To think ponies care about being fit.
>But it doesn't matter.
>Time to look cool for the mares.
>"Anon."
>Snap out of your motivational trance.
>Look down at a concerned Rainbow Dash.
>"Don't do anything to hurt yourself."
"Yeah, yeah..."
>Walk off into the gym.
>Spot Roseluck on a treadmill.
>She's looking focused.
>Time to try your hand at flirting.
>Though you suck at it.
>Trial by fire.
>Get on the open treadmill beside her.
>Start it up on low.
'Act cool...'
>Take in a deep breath.
>Turn to flower pony.
"Hey there."
>Roseluck looks up at you.
>Then rolls her eyes.
>"Look, I'm trying to focus here."
>Damn, she's stiff.
"Can't I just say hi to a pretty mare as yourself?"
>She turns up the speed and goes "Cold Shoulder Modo."
>FISSION MAILED!
>A couple trots past you giggling.
>You are sure that it was at your expense.
>Why are you so bad at this.
>Turn off the machine and hop off.
>No point trying with her again.
>Try your luck on the other machines.
>Same results.
>It's always the same results.
>None of these mares want anything to do with you.
>Bitches and whorses.
>Look over at the weights station.
>Some of the mares are looking at the muscle heads lifting weights.
>They were gushing more than yaoi fangirls seeing their OTP kissing.
"Maybe I was going about this all wrong..."
>You whisper to yourself.
>Maybe they liked guys who can lift.
>That's it!
"Time to get the mares flocking in."
>Head over to an empty bench press.
>Look at the heavy weights.
>No way you'll get this up.
>Unscrew the clasp and start removing the weights one by one until you were at a weight you think you can
raise up.
'Time to show my stuff.'
>"Approach the bench."
>Prep yourself with some stretches.
>The stallions were intrigued.
>The mares now had their attention on you.
>Can't fuck this up.
>Time to go alpha mode!
>Lie on the bench.
>Firmly grasp the bar.
'Okay...you can do this.'
>Begin to raise it up.
>It slowly moves up.
'You got this.'
>Extend, then slowly lower it to your chest.
>And by slowly, you mean it quickly drops and almost chokes you to death.
>You're face is turning blue.
>The mares are laughing and walks away with the stallions into the back.
>Probably gonna rut and laugh about your pathetic excuse of an existence.
>Well, you were planning on offing yourself sooner or later.
>You wait for death's embrace to take you back into the void.
>But not today.
>The pressure on your chest lightens.
>You were saved.
>Feels like when you were at one second to live in Sanic and the bubble comes right before that zero.
>Look up at your savior.
>See a ripped stallion holding up your weights with a hoof.
>White coat, blonde mane in a crew cut style, red eyes.
>Even has an earring on his left ear.
>Looks like a draft horse on steroids.
>A-are those wings on his back?
>He's a pegasus?
>"DO YOU EVEN LIFT?!?"
>He snorts on your face.
>You wince.
>Watch him toss the weight behind him like it was nothing.
>Damn this fucker is strong.
>"WELL? DO YA!?!"
>You hold up your hand and turn it like you were turning down the volume on a radio.
>"Oh, sorry 'bout that."
>Well that's bearable.
>Can't take all that screaming.
>"So, why were ya trying to lift without a spotter? It's dangerous."
>Look over towards some other mares oogling at the stallions weight training.
>Sigh.
>"Oh..."
>You turn your gaze towards the bench.
"Always been bad with women. Thought this may work..."
>"You're going at it all wrong."
"Yeah, yeah..."
>Feel a hoof swat your back.
>Made you almost cough up a lung.
>"Anyway, if ya want to get buffed, you gotta start small."
>Give this stallion your dirty glare, but it stops as his hoof comes inches from your face.
>"Name's Snowflake."
>Seriously?
"A ripped, muscle bulging stallion like this has the name Snowflake?"
>"Strange name I know, I know..."
>Manage to suppress your laughter.
>Reach out and grab his hoof.
"Anonymous. But you can call me Anon."
>Snowflake nods.
>"Aaaand...got it. Anon, huh? Name fits you."
"I guess it does."
>Release his hoof from you hand.
>"Welp, no time for sitting around."
"What?"
>He nudges your side as more mares walk by.
>They take a look at Snowflake and begin to quicken their pace.
>You can see a trail of fluid on the ground where they walk by with a heavy blush on their face.
>Damn...if only they could get wet by just looking at you.
>"Well, you want the ladies after ya? I can help ya get ripped."
"Really?"
>"Yeah, but you have to want it. So, do ya want it?"
>Now that's a dumb question.
"Damn straight I do."
>"I can't here ya"
"Yeah!"
>"LOUDER!"
>"I WANT IT!"
>"YEAH!
"YEAH!"
>"YEAAAH!"
"YEAAAH!!!"
>"YEEEEAAAAAAH!!!!"
>Hold up your fist.
>Snowflake holds up his hoof.
>Fist meets hoof.
>"BROHOOF!"
"BROFIST!"
>After your bro moment, you both look to find the entire gym having their eyes on you.
>"Maybe I should tone that down..."
"Yeah..."
>Your first stop was the dumbbell area.
>"Now here we go. Start you off with something easy. Bicep curls!"
>Seems like you have a personal trainer.
>Well, Snowflake seems like a cool guy.
>He pats the bench with a hoof.
>You don't need to be told, so you sit down while he heads over to the rack for some weights.
>He looks at you, then to the rack, then back at you again.
>This time, his gaze was longer and eyed certain parts of your body.
>It was as if he was undressing you with his eyes.
>Advert your gaze.
'No, it isn't like that. He's just taking your body shape for the right equipment.'
>But you can't figure out why your face is burning up.
>And your cheeks taking on a hue of red.
>Look up at Snowflake.
>He's...smirking.
>Fuck he saw.
>But you're not attracted to stallions, or any male for that matter.
>"Well, here ya go."
"Wha?"
>He placed two dumbbells in front of you.
>Each were 25 lbs each.
>"Well? Pick 'em up?"
"Oh!"
>"Need to focus up if ya wanna get fit!"
>You both share a laugh.
>So you pick up the weights and Snowflake helps you with the exercise.
>"Ya hold it like this. And the movement is relatively simple."
>His hooves hold onto your arm and guides you through the movements.
>He moves your forearms up towards your biceps.
>And he did a great job with the weights. It's enough resistance for you, but you can still raise them.
>"See, it's easy."
"Y-yeah..."
>You never noticed how soft his hooves were.
>Like he gets them filed at the spa.
>"Now lets work on your posture."
>He places one of his hooves on your back while the other slides down your arm and onto your abs...
>IF YOU HAD ANY!?
>"Now sit up-right, and make sure to breath."
'Just focus, just focus...he isn't like that, I'm not into stallions...focus..."
>Close your eyes.
>You follow his order and get in the correct posture.
"This...feels weird."
>Your not used to sitting like this. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a slouch when you sit.
>"You'll get used to it. This is your first time after all."
>Why did he have to say it like that, with such a sensual undertone to it.
>>Boner at 10%<<
'Don't you start now boner!'
>>Boner at 0%<<
'That's what I thought.'
>"Now, give me 10 reps."
"...wat?"
>Snowflake gives you a deadpan look.
>"Do it 10 times with this form."
"Oh...why didn't you say so?"
>"I did..."
"You could have said it in a way I would understand."
>Snowflake is not pleased.
>"Just do them!"
>Welp, don't want this pony on your ass for pissing him off.
>And...you just had a naughty though of him forcing you down and...
>Damn it mind!
>Sigh and giving him 10 alternating bicep curls.
>The last few were killer.
>Felt like you were going to die.
>And Snowflake yelling at you counting down wasn't helping much.
>But you finished.
>Felt good man.
>"Now rest up, then give me one more set."
"Set?"
>"Do all that again."
>OH COME ON!
>You had no choice and end up doing the set once again.
>Body is screaming at you.
>But Snowflake yelling at you made you finish.
>Mostly because you didn't want to hear him yell anymore.
>Once you finished, you dropped the weights and lie back on the bench.
"Too...hard man."
>"Well, at least you did it. But I think that's enough for today. Can't kill my new workout buddy."
"Workout buddy?"
>"Can't leave you out of my sight. Don't want an accident like earlier happening again."
>You think back to that moment you've almost died.
"Guess you're right."
>"YEAAH!"
>He snorts and pats your thigh with a hoof.
>Your body shoot up and scoots a bit away.
>"You're really jumpy. Are all humans like that?"
>Chuckle and rub the back of your neck.
"N-no, just my over sensative reflexes."
>"I see. Well, go hit the showers. Won't get any mares smelling like that."
"What?"
>Life your arm and take a sniff.
>And quickly reel away in disgust.
"Guess you're right."
>"Of course I'm right. And ya earned it."
"Thanks."
>You raise your fist for another hoofbump.
>Snowflake responds with his hoof hitting your fist.
>Grab your stuff from the locker.
>Head into the showers.
>No other soul is there.
>Good, you can wash up and get out quickly.
>Strip naked.
>Turn on the hot water.
>Sigh contently as the water rushes over your body.
"God this feels nice."
>You hear the sound of clopping hoofs.
>Your body tenses up.
>There goes your moment of peace.
>And the sound is moving in the opposite direction.
>Well, it's all good, no need for alarm.
>Continue your shower.
>The only sounds heard were the water hitting the tile floor and your body.
>And loud panting...
>...wait? What?
>"Nmf....hah..."
>Sounds...familiar.
>But it isn't your business what others do in the shower.
'Just focus on your own stuff.'
>You keep thinking to yourself.
>But the moans were getting louder.
>And curiosity is getting to you.
>Also, you always wonder how stallions got off.
>You're going to kick yourself for this.
>So you sneak off to the origin of the moans.
>It gets louder...
>It's right around the corner.
'Okay, just a peek and then back to your own thing.'
>Swallow down some spit and gain some courage.
>Look around the corner and your jaw drops.
>At the far wall, you spot Snowflake sitting on his haunches attending to his...
>Holy shit, his dick is huge.
>You thought he would be juicing to get that big.
>But that fucking log of a penis says otherwise.
>You watch in awe as his soft hooves glide along his length.
>Watching as he attended to himself with long, tantalizing strokes sent shivers up your spine.
>The water from the shower head falls upon his bulging muscles.
>His mane matted to the top of his head.
>And his face looked so much... softer.
>He wasn't the muscle head you saw screaming at you while you were working out.
>It was more...tender. Like he was a totally different pony.
>You could feel your erection starting to come to life.
'Shit...why am I watching another guy get off in the showers.'
>Your gaze never leaving his form.
'And why can't I look away?'
>Your hand moves down to your now throbbing erection.
>"Mmf...Ano..."
>He mutters something that you can't make out.
>Now your hand firmly grasps your hardened dick.
>And it pumps along your length as you watch the musclehead's hooves go to town on his own stallionhood.
>You watch as the water falls onto his Adonis-tiered body.
>He tilts his head back as he tries to hold back his impending orgasm.
>Good, because you want to seem more.
>He...gets up.
>Oh shit. Abandon miss...oh, he's just switching positions.
>He rises on his hind legs and places his forehooves on the wall.
>And begins to thrust his hips.
>He moans as his member rubs against the smooth tiled walls of the bath.
>That can't be sanitary.
>But...he needs help.
>Should you go over and help this kind stallion with his need?
>But isn't that...gay?
>Well, yeah. It is.
>But at this rate, he may get some nasty infection.
>Can't let your new bro/personal trainer go through that.
>"Damn...it isn't working."
>Snowflake keeps thrusting his hips, but he just isn't feeling it at all.
>He wants his release.
>"If only somepony would..."
>His words were cut off as he feels something grasp his member and pulls it away from the wall.
"I-I'll...help you."
>"Anon?! What are you do-"
>You help the poor stallion onto his rear.
>And sit right behind him, your own cock pressed against his back.
>Press your body against his.
"Your form is bad. You could hurt yourself."
>Notice how meaty his throbbing horsecock is in your hands.
>Start with your hands sliding along his length.
>The water makes a good lubricant.
>It's heavy, but you expected it to be with it being so large.
>This girth no pony could ignore.
>"Nnnn....h-harder. Do it...harder."
>Your hands squeeze around his dick and move up and down.
>The motions were rougher than before.
>He only watches as you manhandles his privates.
>"B-b...bic..."
"What?"
>"B-bicep curls...until I..."
>You nod.
>"Lets h-hope you learned anything I taught you."
"I didn't forget..."
>You lean over his form and move your hands to the base of his cock.
>Watch as the heavy mass drops to the ground.
>This isn't gay, this is...just exercise.
>Slowly lift your arms as if you are doing a bicep curl.
>And watch as your hands slide up his length and lift it up.
>"G-good...now lower it."
>You respond as your bicep muscles relax and your hands move down his length.
>"Good Anon..."
>His body leans more into yours and his hoof reaches upwards.
>It was placed on the back of your neck.
>All the while, you continued your workout regiment.
>Up and down, flex and relax.
>You did this while your felt every vein brush past the palms of your hand.
>"Oh fu-!"
>Cover his mouth with one of your hands.
"Can't let the others know about this training. It's only between us..."
>Snowflake just nods.
>Rep after rep, you went at it like your life depended on it.
>At least it was lighter than the weights he gave you.
>So you could do more.
>Your curls sped up as you felt his cock twitch at your speedy touch.
>This caused Snowflake to tense up and hiss at his impending orgasm.
>But you got too tired easily and had to slow down.
>"Uhnnnn..."
>The ripped stallion shivers as his climax was somewhat ruined.
>He whimpers.
"S-sorry...I'm not that accustomed to doing it that fast."
>"N-no, you're doing good..."
>You plan on giving him his release.
>So you try it again.
>You speed up the curls, which in turn speeds up your strokes along this meaty stallion cock of Snowflake's.
>You were determined.
>You felt his dick increase in size.
>He's going to blow.
>Almost there...
'Just a...little more.'
>But your arms were getting tired once again.
>So you had to slow down.
>Snowflake's hoof starts to bring your head lower as he pulled down.
>You don't fight against his reflexes.
>He whispers into your ear.
>"A-anon...please...once more...and fight through the pain."
>The feeling of something sticky coats your hands.
>It's his pre-cum.
>He's close to release.
>That's it.
>You're giving it your all.
>No more making him edge.
>Your body is ready.
>So you man up.
>And pick up speed.
>Ramping it up.
>You hear this stud of a stallion groan.
>"Faster..."
>Dig deep and curl faster.
>"Faster..."
>Stroke faster.
>"Harder!"
>Apply more pressure while keeping pace.
>"Yeah!"
>A little more...
>"YEAH!"
>Watch as his balls contract and his dick expands for the gush.
>Your arms are on fire.
>"YEAAAAH!"
>He groans and pulls you in for a kiss.
>His tongue slips into your mouth and pins your tongue in submission.
>You don't even try to fight it and let that flat tongue of his brush against your cheeks, teeth, and tongue.
>Snowflake does what he pleases.
>His seed explodes forth from the tip and paints you both in white.
>But you don't care.
'It's...just exercise.'
>The kiss breaks.
>You smile.
"Great workout."
>"Yeah...you're on your way to get any mare you want."
>Sweet...
>But after all of that, you're dick is begging for some attention.
>"Need some help with that?"
"W-well...for the sake of training."
>Snowflake turns to face your throbbing erection.
>"To think someone like you was packing."
>His mouth envelops the tip of your penis.
>Feel that tongue lap at the pre that's oozing out of your slit.
>Hold back your moans and watch him take your whole length into that muzzle of his.
>He pumps his head up and down your length.
>You're panting like a dog in heat.
"Oh yes...just like that!"
>He picks up speed.
>You're getting close.
"Snowflake! Keep going!"
>His eyes were closed.
"Yea...yeah!"
>Rub your hands through his wet mane.
>"Yeah!"
>Guide him as he bobs faster.
>"YEAAAH!"
>Push your pelvis flush against his muzzle and hold him there.
>Throw your head back and feel as your cum enters this stallion's maw.
>Spurt after spurt, you forced him to take your seed.
>But you feel that he was strong enough to fight you.
>So in reality, he is allowing you to cum inside his mouth.
>And he has no problem gulping down the torrent of seed.
>After a few seconds, you let him go and fall on your back.
>Watch as Snowflake towers over you licking his lips.
>"Mmm...salty."
"That's one hell of a workout."
>You both share a laugh.
>"We should finish up. I think Rainbow may be worried.
>"Oh yeah. Well then. We should clean up."
>One shower and chit-chat later, you walk out of the locker rooms with your new change of clothes.
>Rainbow is standing by the door.
>She notices you and waves for your attention.
>"YO ANON! OVER HERE!"
>You and Snowflake make your way over to the fast flier.
>"Oh, hey there Snowflake. Showed my friend how to work out?
>You blush.
>Rainbow catches your rosy cheeks.
>Snowflake chuckles and slaps your butt.
>"Yeah. He'll be fit in no time."
>Watch him flex.
>"Same time tomorrow, bro?"
>He holds up his hoof.
>You return the gesture with a fist connecting to his.
"I'll be there, awaiting your instruction, bro."
>"Good, because we'll be working on squats next."
>Oh boy...
"Alright then. I'll be ready for that."
>"I know you will. Now take care."
"Yeah!"
>"YEAH!"
"YEAAAAAH!!"
>"YEAAAAAH!!"
>Oh man, that is getting infectious.
>You say your goodbyes and head home shortly after the yelling contest.
>There's a clear pep in your step.
>Rainbow looks up at you.
>"Had fun?"
>Nod.
"You could say that I had..."
>A pair of shades appear in your hands and you slip it on.
"A blast."
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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>It's been a year since you have arrived in Equestria.
>And you have since thought about going for dating a mare.
>They were smart like humans.
>Talked like humans.
>There was a mare that tries to walk like a human.
>So these ponies might as well be human in an equine form.
>It's fine then. They can consent to your advances.
>That was...if any of the mares gave you a passing glance.
>Even with the ratio of males to females being heavily in your favor...
>"Not interested."
>"Hah, you think you have a shot at me? Think again."
>"A lady would never stoop down to such a level..."
>"Heh...hehehehahahaha!!!"
>Those were the nicer reactions you've gotten.
>But what could you do.
>You're a weakling with little redeeming qualities, like being nice.
>But being nice won't get you far in dating.
>Shit sucks...
>Alarm rings, signaling the start of the first day of your transformation.
>Wake up.
>Stretch your limbs and get ready for the day.
>Proceed to start the morning routine.
>Finish, then head into the kitchen for some breakfast.
>There's a knock at the door.

>"Anooon! Come on, the gym waits for nopony."
>At least one mare would talk to you.
>Open the door.
>Spot a Rainbow Dash wearing workout clothes.
>"Aren't ya getting ready?"
>Look down.
>Not wearing much but just boxers and holding a bowl of Cheerilee-O's.
"Didn't think you'd come this early."
>"Gotta get there before the good equipment gets taken."
>Point.
>Scarf down the food.
>Rush upstairs and put on some gym clothes.
>Shorts and a tank top will work.
>Grab a towel, a water bottle, and a change of clothes.
>Toss it all in a bag and head downstairs.
>Hop down a few stairs and see a grinning blue mare.
"What?"
>"Didn't think you'd be eager to work out."
"I'm only doing this because you said this was the best place to meet some mares."
>"Riiight..."
>Blue Fast stretches out her wings before taking to the air.
>She hovers and does a 180.
>"Lets get goin', Anon."
>Watch her move forward.
>You can't help but admire her rear from afar.
"Too bad she friend-zoned ya..."
>"What was that?"
"Coming!"

>A bit of idle chit-chat and a 10 minute walk later, you arrive at the gym.
>To think ponies care about being fit.
>But it doesn't matter.
>Time to look cool for the mares.
>"Anon."
>Snap out of your motivational trance.
>Look down at a concerned Rainbow Dash.
>"Don't do anything to hurt yourself."
"Yeah, yeah..."
>Walk off into the gym.
>Spot Roseluck on a treadmill.
>She's looking focused.
>Time to try your hand at flirting.
>Though you suck at it.
>Trial by fire.
>Get on the open treadmill beside her.
>Start it up on low.
'Act cool...'
>Take in a deep breath.
>Turn to flower pony.
"Hey there."
>Roseluck looks up at you.
>Then rolls her eyes.
>"Look, I'm trying to focus here."
>Damn, she's stiff.
"Can't I just say hi to a pretty mare as yourself?"
>She turns up the speed and goes "Cold Shoulder Modo."
>FISSION MAILED!
>A couple trots past you giggling.
>You are sure that it was at your expense.
>Why are you so bad at this.
>Turn off the machine and hop off.
>No point trying with her again.

>Try your luck on the other machines.
>Same results.
>It's always the same results.
>None of these mares want anything to do with you.
>Bitches and whorses.
>Look over at the weights station.
>Some of the mares are looking at the muscle heads lifting weights.
>They were gushing more than yaoi fangirls seeing their OTP kissing.
"Maybe I was going about this all wrong..."
>You whisper to yourself.
>Maybe they liked guys who can lift.
>That's it!
"Time to get the mares flocking in."
>Head over to an empty bench press.
>Look at the heavy weights.
>No way you'll get this up.
>Unscrew the clasp and start removing the weights one by one until you were at a weight you think you can 

raise up.
'Time to show my stuff.'
>"Approach the bench."
>Prep yourself with some stretches.
>The stallions were intrigued.
>The mares now had their attention on you.
>Can't fuck this up.
>Time to go alpha mode!
>Lie on the bench.
>Firmly grasp the bar.
'Okay...you can do this.'
>Begin to raise it up.
>It slowly moves up.
'You got this.'
>Extend, then slowly lower it to your chest.
>And by slowly, you mean it quickly drops and almost chokes you to death.
>You're face is turning blue.
>The mares are laughing and walks away with the stallions into the back.
>Probably gonna rut and laugh about your pathetic excuse of an existence.
>Well, you were planning on offing yourself sooner or later.
>You wait for death's embrace to take you back into the void.

>But not today.
>The pressure on your chest lightens.
>You were saved.
>Feels like when you were at one second to live in Sanic and the bubble comes right before that zero.
>Look up at your savior.
>See a ripped stallion holding up your weights with a hoof.
>White coat, blonde mane in a crew cut style, red eyes.
>Even has an earring on his left ear.
>Looks like a draft horse on steroids.
>A-are those wings on his back?
>He's a pegasus?
>"DO YOU EVEN LIFT?!?"
>He snorts on your face.
>You wince.
>Watch him toss the weight behind him like it was nothing.
>Damn this fucker is strong.
>"WELL? DO YA!?!"
>You hold up your hand and turn it like you were turning down the volume on a radio.
>"Oh, sorry 'bout that."
>Well that's bearable.
>Can't take all that screaming.
>"So, why were ya trying to lift without a spotter? It's dangerous."
>Look over towards some other mares oogling at the stallions weight training.
>Sigh.
>"Oh..."
>You turn your gaze towards the bench.
"Always been bad with women. Thought this may work..."
>"You're going at it all wrong."
"Yeah, yeah..."
>Feel a hoof swat your back.
>Made you almost cough up a lung.
>"Anyway, if ya want to get buffed, you gotta start small."
>Give this stallion your dirty glare, but it stops as his hoof comes inches from your face.
>"Name's Snowflake."
>Seriously?
"A ripped, muscle bulging stallion like this has the name Snowflake?"
>"Strange name I know, I know..."
>Manage to suppress your laughter.
>Reach out and grab his hoof.
"Anonymous. But you can call me Anon."
>Snowflake nods.
>"Aaaand...got it. Anon, huh? Name fits you."
"I guess it does."

>Release his hoof from you hand.
>"Welp, no time for sitting around."
"What?"
>He nudges your side as more mares walk by.
>They take a look at Snowflake and begin to quicken their pace.
>You can see a trail of fluid on the ground where they walk by with a heavy blush on their face.
>Damn...if only they could get wet by just looking at you.
>"Well, you want the ladies after ya? I can help ya get ripped."
"Really?"
>"Yeah, but you have to want it. So, do ya want it?"
>Now that's a dumb question.
"Damn straight I do."
>"I can't here ya"
"Yeah!"
>"LOUDER!"
>"I WANT IT!"
>"YEAH!
"YEAH!"
>"YEAAAH!"
"YEAAAH!!!"
>"YEEEEAAAAAAH!!!!"
>Hold up your fist.
>Snowflake holds up his hoof.
>Fist meets hoof.
>"BROHOOF!"
"BROFIST!"
>After your bro moment, you both look to find the entire gym having their eyes on you.
>"Maybe I should tone that down..."
"Yeah..."

>Your first stop was the dumbbell area.
>"Now here we go. Start you off with something easy. Bicep curls!"
>Seems like you have a personal trainer.
>Well, Snowflake seems like a cool guy.
>He pats the bench with a hoof.
>You don't need to be told, so you sit down while he heads over to the rack for some weights.
>He looks at you, then to the rack, then back at you again.
>This time, his gaze was longer and eyed certain parts of your body.
>It was as if he was undressing you with his eyes.
>Advert your gaze.
'No, it isn't like that. He's just taking your body shape for the right equipment.'
>But you can't figure out why your face is burning up.
>And your cheeks taking on a hue of red.
>Look up at Snowflake.
>He's...smirking.
>Fuck he saw.
>But you're not attracted to stallions, or any male for that matter.
>"Well, here ya go."
"Wha?"
>He placed two dumbbells in front of you.
>Each were 25 lbs each.
>"Well? Pick 'em up?"
"Oh!"
>"Need to focus up if ya wanna get fit!"
>You both share a laugh.
>So you pick up the weights and Snowflake helps you with the exercise.
>"Ya hold it like this. And the movement is relatively simple."
>His hooves hold onto your arm and guides you through the movements.
>He moves your forearms up towards your biceps.
>And he did a great job with the weights. It's enough resistance for you, but you can still raise them.
>"See, it's easy."
"Y-yeah..."

>You never noticed how soft his hooves were.
>Like he gets them filed at the spa.
>"Now lets work on your posture."
>He places one of his hooves on your back while the other slides down your arm and onto your abs...
>IF YOU HAD ANY!?
>"Now sit up-right, and make sure to breath."
'Just focus, just focus...he isn't like that, I'm not into stallions...focus..."
>Close your eyes.
>You follow his order and get in the correct posture.
"This...feels weird."
>Your not used to sitting like this. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a slouch when you sit.
>"You'll get used to it. This is your first time after all."
>Why did he have to say it like that, with such a sensual undertone to it.
>>Boner at 10%<<
'Don't you start now boner!'
>>Boner at 0%<<
'That's what I thought.'
>"Now, give me 10 reps."
"...wat?"
>Snowflake gives you a deadpan look.
>"Do it 10 times with this form."
"Oh...why didn't you say so?"
>"I did..."
"You could have said it in a way I would understand."
>Snowflake is not pleased.
>"Just do them!"
>Welp, don't want this pony on your ass for pissing him off.
>And...you just had a naughty though of him forcing you down and...
>Damn it mind!
>Sigh and giving him 10 alternating bicep curls.
>The last few were killer.
>Felt like you were going to die.
>And Snowflake yelling at you counting down wasn't helping much.
>But you finished.
>Felt good man.
>"Now rest up, then give me one more set."
"Set?"
>"Do all that again."
>OH COME ON!

>You had no choice and end up doing the set once again.
>Body is screaming at you.
>But Snowflake yelling at you made you finish.
>Mostly because you didn't want to hear him yell anymore.
>Once you finished, you dropped the weights and lie back on the bench.
"Too...hard man."
>"Well, at least you did it. But I think that's enough for today. Can't kill my new workout buddy."
"Workout buddy?"
>"Can't leave you out of my sight. Don't want an accident like earlier happening again."
>You think back to that moment you've almost died.
"Guess you're right."
>"YEAAH!"
>He snorts and pats your thigh with a hoof.
>Your body shoot up and scoots a bit away.
>"You're really jumpy. Are all humans like that?"
>Chuckle and rub the back of your neck.
"N-no, just my over sensative reflexes."
>"I see. Well, go hit the showers. Won't get any mares smelling like that."
"What?"
>Life your arm and take a sniff.
>And quickly reel away in disgust.
"Guess you're right."
>"Of course I'm right. And ya earned it."
"Thanks."
>You raise your fist for another hoofbump.
>Snowflake responds with his hoof hitting your fist.

>Grab your stuff from the locker.
>Head into the showers.
>No other soul is there.
>Good, you can wash up and get out quickly.
>Strip naked.
>Turn on the hot water.
>Sigh contently as the water rushes over your body.
"God this feels nice."
>You hear the sound of clopping hoofs.
>Your body tenses up.
>There goes your moment of peace.
>And the sound is moving in the opposite direction.
>Well, it's all good, no need for alarm.
>Continue your shower.
>The only sounds heard were the water hitting the tile floor and your body.
>And loud panting...
>...wait? What?
>"Nmf....hah..."
>Sounds...familiar.
>But it isn't your business what others do in the shower.
'Just focus on your own stuff.'
>You keep thinking to yourself.
>But the moans were getting louder.
>And curiosity is getting to you.
>Also, you always wonder how stallions got off.
>You're going to kick yourself for this.
>So you sneak off to the origin of the moans.
>It gets louder...
>It's right around the corner.
'Okay, just a peek and then back to your own thing.'
>Swallow down some spit and gain some courage.
>Look around the corner and your jaw drops.
>At the far wall, you spot Snowflake sitting on his haunches attending to his...
>Holy shit, his dick is huge.
>You thought he would be juicing to get that big.
>But that fucking log of a penis says otherwise.

>You watch in awe as his soft hooves glide along his length.
>Watching as he attended to himself with long, tantalizing strokes sent shivers up your spine.
>The water from the shower head falls upon his bulging muscles.
>His mane matted to the top of his head.
>And his face looked so much... softer.
>He wasn't the muscle head you saw screaming at you while you were working out.
>It was more...tender. Like he was a totally different pony.
>You could feel your erection starting to come to life.
'Shit...why am I watching another guy get off in the showers.'
>Your gaze never leaving his form.
'And why can't I look away?'
>Your hand moves down to your now throbbing erection.
>"Mmf...Ano..."
>He mutters something that you can't make out.
>Now your hand firmly grasps your hardened dick.
>And it pumps along your length as you watch the musclehead's hooves go to town on his own stallionhood.
>You watch as the water falls onto his Adonis-tiered body.
>He tilts his head back as he tries to hold back his impending orgasm.
>Good, because you want to seem more.
>He...gets up.
>Oh shit. Abandon miss...oh, he's just switching positions.
>He rises on his hind legs and places his forehooves on the wall.
>And begins to thrust his hips.
>He moans as his member rubs against the smooth tiled walls of the bath.
>That can't be sanitary.
>But...he needs help.
>Should you go over and help this kind stallion with his need?
>But isn't that...gay?
>Well, yeah. It is.
>But at this rate, he may get some nasty infection.
>Can't let your new bro/personal trainer go through that.

>"Damn...it isn't working."
>Snowflake keeps thrusting his hips, but he just isn't feeling it at all.
>He wants his release.
>"If only somepony would..."
>His words were cut off as he feels something grasp his member and pulls it away from the wall.
"I-I'll...help you."
>"Anon?! What are you do-"
>You help the poor stallion onto his rear.
>And sit right behind him, your own cock pressed against his back.
>Press your body against his.
"Your form is bad. You could hurt yourself."
>Notice how meaty his throbbing horsecock is in your hands.
>Start with your hands sliding along his length.
>The water makes a good lubricant.
>It's heavy, but you expected it to be with it being so large.
>This girth no pony could ignore.
>"Nnnn....h-harder. Do it...harder."
>Your hands squeeze around his dick and move up and down.
>The motions were rougher than before.
>He only watches as you manhandles his privates.
>"B-b...bic..."
"What?"
>"B-bicep curls...until I..."
>You nod.
>"Lets h-hope you learned anything I taught you."
"I didn't forget..."
>You lean over his form and move your hands to the base of his cock.
>Watch as the heavy mass drops to the ground.
>This isn't gay, this is...just exercise.
>Slowly lift your arms as if you are doing a bicep curl.
>And watch as your hands slide up his length and lift it up.
>"G-good...now lower it."
>You respond as your bicep muscles relax and your hands move down his length.
>"Good Anon..."
>His body leans more into yours and his hoof reaches upwards.
>It was placed on the back of your neck.
>All the while, you continued your workout regiment.
>Up and down, flex and relax.
>You did this while your felt every vein brush past the palms of your hand.
>"Oh fu-!"
>Cover his mouth with one of your hands.
"Can't let the others know about this training. It's only between us..."
>Snowflake just nods.

>Rep after rep, you went at it like your life depended on it.
>At least it was lighter than the weights he gave you.
>So you could do more.
>Your curls sped up as you felt his cock twitch at your speedy touch.
>This caused Snowflake to tense up and hiss at his impending orgasm.
>But you got too tired easily and had to slow down.
>"Uhnnnn..."
>The ripped stallion shivers as his climax was somewhat ruined.
>He whimpers.
"S-sorry...I'm not that accustomed to doing it that fast."
>"N-no, you're doing good..."
>You plan on giving him his release.
>So you try it again.
>You speed up the curls, which in turn speeds up your strokes along this meaty stallion cock of Snowflake's.
>You were determined.
>You felt his dick increase in size.
>He's going to blow.
>Almost there...
'Just a...little more.'
>But your arms were getting tired once again.
>So you had to slow down.
>Snowflake's hoof starts to bring your head lower as he pulled down.
>You don't fight against his reflexes.
>He whispers into your ear.
>"A-anon...please...once more...and fight through the pain."
>The feeling of something sticky coats your hands.
>It's his pre-cum.
>He's close to release.
>That's it.
>You're giving it your all.
>No more making him edge.
>Your body is ready.
>So you man up.
>And pick up speed.
>Ramping it up.
>You hear this stud of a stallion groan.
>"Faster..."
>Dig deep and curl faster.
>"Faster..."
>Stroke faster.
>"Harder!"
>Apply more pressure while keeping pace.
>"Yeah!"
>A little more...
>"YEAH!"
>Watch as his balls contract and his dick expands for the gush.
>Your arms are on fire.
>"YEAAAAH!"
>He groans and pulls you in for a kiss.
>His tongue slips into your mouth and pins your tongue in submission.
>You don't even try to fight it and let that flat tongue of his brush against your cheeks, teeth, and tongue.
>Snowflake does what he pleases.
>His seed explodes forth from the tip and paints you both in white.
>But you don't care.
'It's...just exercise.'

>The kiss breaks.
>You smile.
"Great workout."
>"Yeah...you're on your way to get any mare you want."
>Sweet...
>But after all of that, you're dick is begging for some attention.
>"Need some help with that?"
"W-well...for the sake of training."
>Snowflake turns to face your throbbing erection.
>"To think someone like you was packing."
>His mouth envelops the tip of your penis.
>Feel that tongue lap at the pre that's oozing out of your slit.
>Hold back your moans and watch him take your whole length into that muzzle of his.
>He pumps his head up and down your length.
>You're panting like a dog in heat.
"Oh yes...just like that!"
>He picks up speed.
>You're getting close.
"Snowflake! Keep going!"
>His eyes were closed.
"Yea...yeah!"
>Rub your hands through his wet mane.
>"Yeah!"
>Guide him as he bobs faster.
>"YEAAAH!"
>Push your pelvis flush against his muzzle and hold him there.
>Throw your head back and feel as your cum enters this stallion's maw.
>Spurt after spurt, you forced him to take your seed.
>But you feel that he was strong enough to fight you.
>So in reality, he is allowing you to cum inside his mouth.
>And he has no problem gulping down the torrent of seed.
>After a few seconds, you let him go and fall on your back.
>Watch as Snowflake towers over you licking his lips.
>"Mmm...salty."
"That's one hell of a workout."
>You both share a laugh.
>"We should finish up. I think Rainbow may be worried.
>"Oh yeah. Well then. We should clean up."

>One shower and chit-chat later, you walk out of the locker rooms with your new change of clothes.
>Rainbow is standing by the door.
>She notices you and waves for your attention.
>"YO ANON! OVER HERE!"
>You and Snowflake make your way over to the fast flier.
>"Oh, hey there Snowflake. Showed my friend how to work out?
>You blush.
>Rainbow catches your rosy cheeks.
>Snowflake chuckles and slaps your butt.
>"Yeah. He'll be fit in no time."
>Watch him flex.
>"Same time tomorrow, bro?"
>He holds up his hoof.
>You return the gesture with a fist connecting to his.
"I'll be there, awaiting your instruction, bro."
>"Good, because we'll be working on squats next."
>Oh boy...
"Alright then. I'll be ready for that."
>"I know you will. Now take care."
"Yeah!"
>"YEAH!"
"YEAAAAAH!!"
>"YEAAAAAH!!"
>Oh man, that is getting infectious.
>You say your goodbyes and head home shortly after the yelling contest.
>There's a clear pep in your step.
>Rainbow looks up at you.
>"Had fun?"
>Nod.
"You could say that I had..."
>A pair of shades appear in your hands and you slip it on.
"A blast."

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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