“Hey, uh Alex… You uh… You remember the day we first met?” asked Ashton, sweat beads rolling off his forehead into his Nike sweatband as he bounced up and down slightly. The more the cheetah moved, the harder it was for him to talk, but he did his best to continue with the conversation; the treadmill was the worst part of his workout, which was why he always left it for last.

Alex was on the Stairmaster, the absolute worst part of her workout. It helped her maintain a nice and shapely ass though, so it was worth the burn. As sweat rolled down her arms, legs, and forehead, she turned to look at her spotted boyfriend while she continued hiking up the endless flights of stairs. “Huh? Yeah! I remember. Clubhouse Baseball League, right? 2019? My team wiped the floor with you.” The tigress let out a breathy and exhausted chuckle as she wiped her forehead free of the sweat that had accumulated in her fur. With each step she took on that exercise machine, her paws left behind pawprints of sweat that would disappear when the steps rolled away and reappeared at the top again. She kept her eyes on her sweaty cheetah boyfriend as he seemed to be near the limit of what he could do for a workout, too. She was just waiting for him to say he had enough first, otherwise, he’d tease her about it again. They had a bit of a playful rivalry going on that started from a silly argument about their respective species; Ashton went on and on about how cheetahs were faster, while Alex argued that speed meant nothing without endurance. Their spat ended with hot sex, but Ashton never let Alex forget that she claimed tigers were more endurant. He held her to her words, that was for sure.

“Yeah, right, that’s because you cheated,” Ashton scoffed, wiped the sweat that managed to escape his sweatband off from his cheeks, and gave Alex a look that included raising one of his eyebrows and smirking at her.

“How did I cheat? We won that game fair and square.” The tigress chuckled. Her steps on the Stairmaster became slightly more aggressive over time and her breathing became heavier as she pushed herself to feel more of the burn. All the while, she showed none of this on her face, save from the sweat beads that continued to roll down her face.

Ashton reached his hands forward to increase the speed of the treadmill and shrugged his shoulders as he ran faster and faster to stay slightly ahead of the belt rolling underneath him. His breathing became heavier, too, but he still continued their conversation as if he hadn’t just set the treadmill to a speed that would fling him off if he missed even a half-step. “I’m pretty sure tackling me on ‘accident’ and rubbing your leg up against my dick to make it hard is considered cheating.”

“Haha!” The tigress shook her head as she laughed. “How is that any disadvantage to you, can you not run bases when your dick is hard? And you are supposed to be one of the fastest species out there.” the tigress began to cackle before she turned her gaze to look at her step count. She was in the high thousands in terms of step count, which was already more than her quota, but since her boyfriend wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t going to either. She reached for the speed dial on the Stairmaster and cranked it up a couple of notches.

“Are you kidding me? The pants we wear are tight enough already, I can’t run as fast with a raging hard-on trying to fit in there, too.” Ashton rolled his eyes. “You try to run as fast as you can with a boner growing and squeezing its way down your thigh. It’s NOT easy.” The cheetah boy shrugged and let out a heavy exhale. Alex furrowed her brow and chuckled at her boyfriend. “You’re seriously blaming losing the game on a boner you got for me?”

“No!” Ashton shook his head rapidly. “I’m saying that it was part of it, no way I’m admitting you gave me a boner that cost the entire game. Did you see how weak Ricky’s swing was? Now that was what cost us the game.” After finishing his sentence, he started to show signs of exhaustion; sweat rolled off every part of his body, his face got redder, and he was slowly starting to lose the lead he had with the treadmill. His sweat started to seep into the soft pastel t-shirt he wore and even those exercise shorts he had on were starting to get a little damp; he wasn’t going to be able to outlast his girlfriend, not today at least.

Alex noticed her spotted boyfriend getting tired and smirked. “You can stop, you know, I’m done with my steps here, too, my thighs are burning like I fell asleep in a sauna…” she chuckled. She was starting to show sweat stains on her sporty tank top and shorts, too, but she was still able to keep her expression somewhat unaffected. Maybe she was right, maybe tigresses weren’t as fast as cheetahs, but had a lot more stamina. Although he was very hesitant to do so, Ashton eventually reached over to stop the treadmill. He let out a very exhaustive sigh as he slowly came to a stop in tandem with the belt. He placed both his hands on the hand grips that were on the machine and leaned his body’s weight onto them as he let out a long and exhausted exhale through his nose. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” he said. “Did you see how fast I was running?”

The tigress pressed the stop button on the exercise equipment that she was on, too, and slowly came to a stop as the endless steps that finally came to an end. “Mhmm!” she nodded. “But, like I said, speed means very little without endurance, and it looks like I win when it comes to that, as always.” She stuck her tongue out at him before she hopped off the Stairmaster and stretched her arms up above her head. She let out a sigh as her arms came back down to her sides, stepped over to her exhausted cheetah boyfriend and his treadmill, and extended her hand over toward him with a smile. “C’mon, let’s go be lazy on the couch, with jelly legs like that, you are not going to make it to the shower.” Ashton took Alex’s hand and pulled himself off the treadmill with a small grunt. “How don’t you have jelly legs? You look like you barely broke a sweat at all?” asked the cheetah with a furrowed brow. Alex could only chuckle as she pulled her sweaty and smelly cheetah boyfriend close and walked with him over to the small couch that they had set up in their home gym just for sprawling out on when their muscles decided not to be cooperative. “Well, if you’d play tennis with me, I could help you build up your endurance.” Alex and Ashton slowly sat down on the purple couch and let their figures sink into the plush yet firm cushioning on the couch. They sighed simultaneously and turned to look at each other after doing so.