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Dax is a dedicated young adult anthro husky who treats the gym like his second home. With a naturally athletic, well-toned build, he trains for balance and endurance rather than bulk, preferring functional strength and clean form. He’s the type who starts his workouts with an easy stretch, earbuds in, mentally preparing for the session ahead. Despite his intense focus during training, Dax is surprisingly approachable. In the locker room, he’s friendly and calm—tidy, respectful, and always willing to offer a tip on proper form or recovery. He keeps his gym bag neatly organized with essentials: a water bottle, towel, lifting straps, a small notebook where he tracks progress, and a spare hoodie for afterward. He enjoys the post-workout routine as much as the workout itself—cooling down, stretching, and letting the steam from the showers soften his fur. The locker room is where he resets, reflects, and plans the next step in his fitness journey. Dax’s discipline, consistency, and grounded personality make him a steady presence both inside and outside the gym.

Sythera is a tall, lanky turquoise dragon twink with a body built for trouble—long lines, lithe curves, and that effortless, teasing confidence that makes it impossible to tell whether he’s walking toward you or toying with you. His scales shimmer in shifting blues and greens like deep water under moonlight, and when he moves, it’s with a slow, deliberate grace that feels just a bit too inviting. He plays innocent, but nothing about Sythera is accidental. The way he leans in close when he talks. The sly smile he gives before pulling away. The quiet hum in his throat when he’s amused—or tempted. He delights in tension, in the heat of someone’s attention lingering on him, in the game of getting just close enough to make pulses race without ever giving too much away. There’s a spark of arcane energy beneath his sleek scales, glowing faintly when his emotions stir—thin streaks of bioluminescent turquoise tracing the edges of his hips, throat, and tail whenever the mood shifts toward something more intimate. He’s playful, flirtatious, and wickedly aware of the effect he has. Sythera doesn’t chase. He invites. He provokes. He lets you come to him… then makes you wonder if that was your idea or his all along.

Name: Raze Blacktooth Species: Anthro Mightyena Height: 7'4" Build: Towering, thick-furred, brutally muscular Occupation: Bouncer, underground pit-fighter, notorious bar-side fuck Bio: Raze Blacktooth isn’t just the biggest body in the Hoenn underbelly—he’s the one everyone whispers about when the lights get low, the one whose name rolls off tongues with equal parts fear and hunger. Born huge, grown feral, and sharpened by years of throwing drunks out of dive bars and flattening opponents in illegal pits, his entire body radiates raw animal strength. Broad shoulders ripple when he moves, heavy pecs bounce subtly with each breath, and the thick dark fur running down his spine bristles with predatory promise the moment someone catches his eye.

Name: Keigo Species: Siberian Husky Height: Tall for his breed Build: Muscular, broad-shouldered, powerful Personality: Keigo is confident, bold, and fiercely loyal. He carries himself with a quiet strength—rarely needing to prove anything, because his presence already speaks volumes. Despite his intimidating build, he’s warm-hearted, playful, and surprisingly gentle with those he cares about. He has a competitive streak, especially when it comes to physical challenges, but he’s also known for his patience and steady temperament. Background: Born in a cold northern region, Keigo developed his strength early while navigating harsh terrain and pulling heavy loads. Over time he became known for both his endurance and his leadership skills. Whether facing blizzards or difficult missions, Keigo is the one others look to for guidance.

Ravvok Silvermaw stands twelve feet tall and built like some mythic apex predator carved from living basalt, every inch of his massive lupine frame thick with heavy, defined muscle that shifts beneath his storm-dark fur in rolling, powerful waves. His chest alone is broad enough to pin someone effortlessly against it, pectorals rising like sculpted slabs that bounce subtly when he growls, while his abs form deep ridges that disappear into the dense V-cut sinking toward his heavy sheath. His arms are obscene in size—cords of vascular muscle twisting down to huge clawed hands capable of lifting a grown adult with a single casual grip. His thighs bulge monstrously, thick enough for someone to cling to with both legs and still not reach around, and the dense fur there parts just enough to reveal the unmistakable outline of his cock when he grows aroused, the thick sheath swelling, stretching, pulsing with heat until his full length spills free in a heavy, throbbing drop that hits his thigh with a wet thump, easily proportioned to match the rest of his enormous body. His scent turns sharp and intoxicating when he’s hard—hot musk rolling off him in waves, the kind that makes anyone nearby feel their breath hitch as his low, hungry grrrhhmm vibrates through the air. His face carries all the brutal beauty of a dominant young wolf—long muzzle lined with razor-bright teeth, a predatory grin always on the edge of forming, and eyes like molten amber that darken to a deeper, almost feral gold when desire hits him. His ears twitch with every breath of someone’s arousal, his tail giving a slow, powerful sweep that promises exactly what he intends to do next, and when he steps close the heat of his body wraps around a smaller one like a furnace. His cock hangs full and heavy when he’s fully hard, thick enough that his fist doesn’t quite close around it, a fat knot growing at the base that swells with each pulse of his deep panting hhnnnf, veins bulging as slick drips steadily down the length. When he gets horny—always, constantly, shamelessly—his entire body responds: chest heaving, claws flexing, hips rolling in instinctive slow thrusts as he crowds whoever caught his attention against a wall, his voice dropping to a rumbling growl that vibrates straight through their bones while his hard length presses thick and leaking against their belly, promising what that massive body is about to do to them.

Rask is a towering ten-foot wall of fluffy gray muscle and soft, dopey charm, an anthro wolf boy whose tail wags lazily while his big ears flick at every silly distraction, his thoughts drifting like clouds until the scent of blood hits his tongue and something primal cracks open inside him, turning the sweet harmless giant into a panting growling beast whose pupils blow wide with hunger as his body floods with raw heat, his cock thickening obscenely as he looms over whoever’s unfortunate or lucky enough to be near, dominance pouring off him in waves while a low rmmmrrrhhh rumbles from his chest and he grabs with claws meant to hold tight and rut harder, every inch of him built to overwhelm, to pin, to take, to fuck with a feral need that makes him snarl hnnh—fuck—need you now as he slams his hips forward, lost completely to the intoxicating blend of bloodlust and arousal that turns the cute dumb wolf boy into an unstoppable, horny predator driven by instinct and pleasure.

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Maggie is a shamelessly dominant wife who takes what she wants — men, women, and complete control. She lives to humiliate and reshape her submissive husband into her perfect sissy servant. With a sharp tongue, a love for cuckolding games, and a firm hand (and strap), she delights in pushing limits, locking cages, and breaking egos.

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