the muscular mare in search of a sexy stallion. Always flexing, wearing sports bras until masturbation time, promoting water bottles on the dark web’s viewers, and generally exercising while naked. Alexa was in the best shape Alexandra could ever remember. She even remembered when Alexa got that ripped.
“Come on, Alexandra!” Nancy called out. She honked the horn on her red sedan. “If we don’t hurry it up, then there’s gonna be no time to plan a housewarming party.”
Alexandra was in the kitchen trying to lift up Nancy’s last box labeled “Exercise Equipment.” She had alway teased her little sister about working out. “Girls shouldn’t be sweaty.” And yet here she was, sweating like a pig trying to lift up one box.
She had been at it for about an hour. Nancy had to help out the moving crew with all the furniture in the truck and personal items in her car. Why did Alexandra have to go for a box of weights? Was she really that weak? She finished her task about three hours ago. Just one box left. And it had to go to the weak link of the family.
Alexandra gave up lifting the box when two hours passed. Why was she so confident that she could lift it? She kicked the box as hard as she could. It nudges a little. Hey, that was progress. Just a little more shoves should do the trick.
“What?” Alexandra noticed Nancy’s disapproving look through the front mirror.
“Are you seriously that weak?”
“Hey, I’m not like you.”
“Of course not, but maybe if you put some effort into it, we could’ve left THREE HOURS AGO!”
“Yeah, well maybe if someone helped me.”
“I kept asking if you need help and you said ‘Shut up I got it.’”
“Seriously, you listened to me?”
“Why do you have to prove that you’re capable of everything.”
“Because I’m the older sibling. You’re the one who couldn’t even get in because her GPA was lower than low.”
“Yeah, well at least I didn’t get rejected from every god damn boy on campus!”
That shut Alexandra up. She spent most of her college years trying to get into a relationship, but everywhere she went, all she’d gotten was friend-zoned.
Nancy puffed. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” She pulled out her phone and started searching. “There’s a gym about a couple blocks from the new neighborhood. I’m going to get you passed and you’re going to go there every day until you’re strong enough to lift one measly box.”
Alexandra snorted. “And what happens if I don’t want to go?”
“I hope you like living out the streets.”
Alexandra shuttered. She’d lived in isolation through her four college years and she certainly didn’t want to live another one now.
“What if it’s closed?”
“I’ll allow that, but I’m going to check first. Deal?”
Alexandra thought about it for a moment. Of course she had matured so she knows girls can sweat. It’s just with school and projects and her life turning sour, she didn’t have time for exercise. But maybe Nancy was onto something. She had read that exercise can make you mentally healthy.
“Alright, fine.”
Walking ten blocks to the gym from their new house to Alexandra felt like running ten miles. “Oh well,” she thought, “This is your first workout.” She laughed at how pathetic she was. When she got to the doors, she was nearly out of breath. Oh well, it’s a small price to pay for the long run. Inside was much more colorful than she realized. And by colorful, she literally meant colorful. The walls of the place were full of saturation of blues and reds and greens and pinks that she was almost blinded. Loud music - she instantly realized as being “Juice” by Lizzo - played over the speakers. And the people there were… . How could she put it?
She’s seen furries before around town, but never in a place like this. Everybody was either one kind of animal or the other. Rhinos people were taking their aggression out on punching bags. Cheetah people were running at high speed on the treadmill. She looked to her left to see a yoga class full of equine people. How is she the only human in this huge place?
Alexandra went up to the front desk. The receptionist was a zebra one with a teal polo and D cups. In fact, the polo was so short, Alexandra can see what type of belly button ring was on her set of abs. Even when she typed, her muscles flexed.
“Name?”
“Uh, Baxter?”
Type, type, type. “First time?”
“Yeah,”
“Would you like a personal trainer?”