It could be simple...but, well, Max the snow leopard has always had a penchant for making things more interesting for himself. "Spicier," yes - that's what he would call it.
Especially so when he wheedled himself into a little, slutty deal with the gym owner, exchanging sex for gym membership. He didn't really end up needing it, not really, but he did want to be close to George, the donkey owner of the gym.
The sex was amazing: mind blowing. That wasn't the issue... No. Not as Max slowly grows closer and closer to George and they even start hanging out outside their little arrangement, something simmering softly under the surface. Yet will they dare reveal it when they meet for another rendezvous, or will they carry on as normal?
Someone's going to have to break the ice...
Author's note: this story contains consensual sex between anthropomorphic characters. As always, in all of my work, all characters are aged eighteen or older and clearly written as such.