The bat woman zigzagged through the air, desperately hoping a cop wouldn't spot her FWI-- Flying While Inebriated. Her gym was just a few blocks away from the club, and she needed a place to cool-off and lay low for a bit. She touched down on the nearly abandoned parking lot, thanking her luck. She'd have a great workout tonight, considering how pumped she was feeling after what had just transpired. A wicked grin spread across her muzzle, as the memory raced through her intoxicated mind.
The fit chiropteran had been raving at Charley's into the night, wearing spandex gym clothes to accentuate her toned figure and maybe catch a few eyes. As was Nell's custom during such occasions, she'd been popping a number of illicit pills while the hours passed and her furred body bounced to the beat. When a smaller figure bumped into the big girl's back during the apex of her spirited dancing, the bat raver immediately became incensed, taking the altercation personally. Her wing having been slightly crimped from the bump, Nell whirled about, planting her feet for a downward-angled punch.
Nell was gym-trained, blasted on a cocktail of Ecstasy cut with speed, and primed from hours of dancing. Her strike had a frantic energy when it connected, and the other woman wasn't prepared. The big bat towered over the confused, cowering otter girl, who laid crumpled on the dance floor, clutching her wide, bleeding nose. "Bitch, step off, dumb-ass otter. Fucking come at me like that, see what happens!" Nell had the audacity to finish her angry chittering by spitting on the flabbergasted mustelid dancer. The bleeding woman broke out of her shock, and let out a mournful cry, alerting the chiropteran party-girl that it might be time to depart the premises.
Having gotten out of it all scot-free, Nell just reflected back on the moment, feeling good about everything. It might've been the drugs, but she felt proud for showing that spazzy otter to watch out. A dark part of her felt especially good about that hurt cry her offender had wailed out while Nell shuffled out in the chaos. The twisted bat planned to reflect on that hurt warble, when she was alone with her vibrator. But for now she needed to clear her head with some exercise, so the bat could manage the long flight back to her apartment building without getting stopped by authorities.
Nell grimaced to see she wasn't totally alone at the gym. A group of four young guys were crowding around one of the bench racks near the gym mirrors, dashing her hopes for total solitude. She detested the packs of dweeby little faggots that'd take turns crowding the machines, polluting the airwaves with their inane prattle. As she did some stretching and warm-ups on the pec-fly machine, Nell kept angrily glancing at the gym youngsters. They couldn't help but glance back at the voluptuous new gym visitor, but quickly averted their gaze at her expression. The chiropteran bully's roiling anger redirected to the hapless dudes before her. Despite being rather high, a plot to fuck with them quickly formulated in her capricious mind.
She started her assault by casually strutting in front of where the four youths lifted their pissy weights. She immediately noticed their distracted, attentive glances through the gym's mirrored wall, as the busty bat bent low in a plunging stretch, resting her palms on the floor with legs straightened. She could hear the spandex of her undersized Lululemon's creak, eliciting a nervous gulp from one of the watching young men. None of them could ignore for long, as they stole peeks at her feminine glory, which became increasingly defined by over-stretched synthetic fabric blend.
"Oh hey, what's up? I didn't notice you guys there. It's fun meeting new people at the gym," Nell stood up gracefully, turning on her heel and extending a clawed hand in amicable greeting. The four raced up to shake her paw-like hand, the beautiful chiropteran woman standing taller than any of them. Nell quickly exchanged initial greetings, before pointing to the sports bottle owned by the blue-jay youth. "Hey, I'm, really dehydrated, could I get a sip?"
The avian nearly tripped fetching the water for the unusually friendly cutie before him, handing it over with an ingratiating smile on his beaked face. Nell really was rather parched after a night of hard dancing, drugs, and a few drinks, and she didn't find it hard to gulp down most of the bottle's contents. The bat drank from the bottle with intentional lasciviousness, working her long tongue about it until streaks of spit connected from the plastic nipple to her fur-lined black lips. She squeezed out the last few dregs over her face and breast, relishing in the cooling water running over her already sweaty fur. The watching four began sitting down or leaning forward conspicuously, their gym shorts inadequate at concealing their rising interest in this moistened female. "Awh shucks, tapped out! I'll get you some more, thaaanks!" The chiropteran chittered as she walked away with a strut to her step.
When Nell went to the gym's water fountain with the young man's water bottle, she stopped by the cleaning table first. With a wicked giggle, she began unscrewing the cap to a spray bottle of generic cleaner, and filled the man's container with the cheap disinfectant. When the bully returned, she noticed another perfect opportunity arising. "Oh, hey! No no no, that's not the right form at all! Here, let me show you, guy," Nell placed the blue-jay's bottle aside casually, before going to 'help' the exercising buck with his dumbbells. "Here, just like this. Lock your shoulder blades real hard, flare your arms out wide... perfect, now bend your wrists forward... here, let me get you some heavier weights, I can see you're strong enough to handle more!" Nell accentuated her compliment with a little flirty squeeze of the young deer's furred, stringy bicep, before going to fetch the heaviest weights she plausibly thought she could convince him to tackle.
Examining the straining, grunting, blatantly pained cervid boy with rising amusement, Nell then became distracted by yet another prime chance at fuckery. The blue-jay was helping his cheetah friend with a bench-press, and Nell flashed her new deer 'friend' an encouraging thumbs-up before going to 'spot' the feline. "Oh come on you guys! That's not enough weight, here, let me add a few plates, I'll be here to spot you!" the chirpy bat woman was insistent, as she heaved almost a hundred pounds onto the straining cat dude's barbell, the scared look in his eyes making Nell's beating heart flutter even faster. His striped eyes steeled with determination, however, when the tightly-clothed mound of Nell's plump, pungent womanhood loomed over his face. "Don't worry!" she encouraged, unracking the bar for him, eliciting a pained grunt as the biggish cat trembled with the effort of just holding it up.
The cheetah had only gotten a few reps in before he looked ready to tap out. Nell flashed down a toothy smile, and bent to help him heave the weight bar back into place. But, as his shaking arms rose with Nell's help, she suddenly pushed down instead, and the gym youth could not cope with the added burden. He cried out in alarm, his chest slammed by the heavy metal rod pinning him to the bench, as his three friends rushed over to help. "What the fuck, dude?" the canine of their foursome spoke up, as he unclasped the barbell's clamp to let his friend heave the plates to the side.
"Sorry, my girly arms couldn't handle the weight. You're tough enough to handle a little bump though, riiight?" Nell mockingly squeaked, as the cheetah below her caught his breath.
"F-fuck that, Ted, Ted! She pushed down, I fucking swear it!" The cat man was livid, springing off the bench before clutching his chest in pain. His nearby friend spluttered indignantly, desperately spitting and hacking phlegm from his beak after taking a sip of tainted water. The four young gym-bros rounded on the big bat lady, who just sneered back at them with her hands on her hipbones.
The dark-haired husky spoke up first, "What the hell is going on here, why are you being so mean? I just looked it up on my phone, Dan could've really hurt himself with that dumbbell exercise you told him to do!"
The muscular bat just fluttered her wings in an over-emphasized shrug, responding, "Sounds like your own incompetence is to blame here. Look... I tell you what. You seem strong, right? Tell you what, I like those earbuds you have. I wager I can do more two-plate squats than you, if you win, I'll apologize to all your friends. Hey, I'll even let you stick your paw in my pants!" Nell stuck her tongue out and winked at those last words, just making the canine youth angrier.
"F-Fine! I'll show you, stuck up bitch--" the husky recoiled, holding his cheek after Nell had slapped him with incredible force.
The canine looked furious, before Nell just poked an accusing finger at his chest, glaring reproachfully before saying, "Don't talk to a lady like that!"
His three friends cheered him on enthusiastically, as their canine champion squared up on a neighboring rack to Nell, their barbells loaded in preparation for their impromptu squat contest. All things considered, the young guy looked intimidated as his bluster wore off. The husky began realizing just how fit and muscular his chiropteran challenger looked under her revealingly tight gym clothes. But it was too late to back off now, and soon, the contest was afoot.
He was afraid the crazy bat chick would cheat with some half-hearted cheat squats or something, but it was worse than that. Nell pumped out rep after rep, turning her head to stare at her exercising competitor with piercing intensity. The young dog felt intimidated as he furtively glanced over, realizing he was almost totally tapped, and the chiropteran just looked pumped, her built frame rippling and twitching under her clinging yoga pants. The tired young man managed a few more desperation squats, but knew he'd just injure himself if pressed further. With incredibly bitter reluctance, the well-groomed husky barely managed to rerack his bar as Nell continued on for another rep, winning the contest.
He clutched his expensive earbuds fiercely, ruminating that they'd been a birthday present, and weren't but a few months old. Nell held her palm out flat, humming happily in her throat as the defeated dog handed over his wireless earpieces. The four young men gasped in shock, as Nell then dropped them to the floor and crushed them underneath her feet. "I don't want any of your faggoty ear-wax germs getting on my shit, kid. Now fuck off, all of you. I'm thinking of telling the gym owner about you guys sexually harassing me like this, leering over me like a piece of meat. Fucking Incels," Nell huffed angrily, before returning to her rack, gloatingly busting out a few more squats to add insult-to-injury to her weaker challenger.
Nell smirked back through the mirror at the four sullen expressions watching her, as the gang of young men began slowly marching off in a huff. However, when Nell bent down low for another form-perfect squat thrust, she was greeted by a ripping sound. Her enormous rump split apart the inadequately-sized leggings, ripping down the hole made for her perky little chiropteran tail. The sound was loud enough to prompt the four young men to turn and laugh, and Nell was flustered beyond measure by the sudden turn of events, realizing she wasn't wearing panties. She sprang up from her deep squat hastily, and the poor form brought her over-stressed muscles to their limit, giving the fiery bat woman a painful back spasm. The bolt of pain further exacerbated Nell's panic, and she clumsily heaved the heavy squat bar over her neck and head into the lowest rack. This terribly hurt her big, pointed bat ears, but even worse, she further sprained a delicate neck muscle or two in the desperate process.
Nell collapsed to the gym mat under the squat rack, bent over in pain. Her wrenched muscles began cramping immediately, preventing her from comfortably attempting to stand, or even straighten her back. The big, haughty chiropteran was sprawled on the ground, her hands, chin, breasts, and knees synchronizing to keep weight off her spasming back muscles and neck. Nell was forced to stare straight ahead at the mirror, and to her horror, she realized the four young men were mesmerized by her simultaneous wardrobe malfunction and gym injury. Her Lulumen's had rent aside over the bat woman's muscular, furred thighs, revealing the damp fluff of her butt and nethers.
The four young men stared ahead, transfixed at the bat woman's beautiful posterior, presented to them in full glory. Her brown-furred vagina was quite the sight, wet with sweat from the girl's continuous exertions, and now, stress. Nell tried to close her legs, to preserve herself some level of modesty from their horny, prying eyes, but realized just the act of pressing her knees together was too much for her agonized back to bear, and the bat bully slowly resumed her revealing stance with pained hesitance. The bat girl angrily squeaked out from her diminished position, "Y-You fucking guys... you b-better stop staring at my coochie like that! This gym's covered in cameras, you're all going to jail unless you call me an ambulance, or chiropractor or fucking something! Shit!
The guys looked around, before the husky spoke up, barking out confidently, "They're all those fucking, plastic pieces of crap from the internet. They're not even real cameras, the gym owner's too fucking cheap. I want you to apologize to all of us, now!"
The angry young canine man stepped closer, his eyes transfixed on the disposed bat before him. He couldn't keep his eyes off the wet fur of her crotch, the pink lips of her puffy labia and clitoris peaking from the matted strands of brown fur. The bat girl squeaked indignantly, noticing his masculine gaze upon her rump. His barely of-age, virgin mind raced with amorous thoughts, the husky's sensitive nose picking up Nell's pungent, feminine aroma. He thought back to their bet, about how he'd get to stick his paw into her pants if she lost the squat competition... Well, this looked like a rather clear-cut failure from his perspective.
The injured bat woman looked even more worried as the young dog man shyly approached, paw out-stretched toward her revealed privates. Nell hoped he was coming to help her, but realized by his parted lips and wagging tongue that the canine was overcome by the sight of her sculpted behind and vagina. For his part, the husky boy was deeply conflicted, catching himself at the last moment as his hand lingered over the heat of the defenseless woman's exposed pussy. He couldn't just reach out and grab her like this, could he? This was sexual assault, or something. It'd be wrong to take advantage of a hurt woman like this, seeing how scared the once-confident bat lady's eyes now looked in the mirrors' reflection as she desperately stared up at him, tearing up from either pain or humiliation.
"Fucking do it, Ted, she fucking deserves to get goosed for that shit! Lyle's not feeling good, he thinks that Windex shit made him sick!" The cheetah man growled out encouragingly, holding his bird friend who was sitting down, wings folded. Ted's paw hovered over the bat woman's lovely female sex, his conscience conflicted as his canine penis swelled from the erotic sight before him. For her part, Nell was mortally embarrassed by the reversal of fortunes, just hoping the four punks would leave her alone, and stop staring where her yoga pants had torn apart. She stared at the canine in the mirror, willing him not to touch her vagina as his paw-like hand lingered, trembling slightly in conflicted desire. Finally,