...it indeed was normal for them.

The sun was setting and it was a long, hard day's work at the gym for both Terry and Gen.

The big, black-coated, muscular wolf grabbed his mate's hand and helped him walk across the corridor carefully and into the showers, smiling at him and reassuring him "There, there, Gen, you worked your legs too hard today, try not to fall over", said Terry to his mate, just as buff as he is, who answered with a sarcastic grin and a slithly hidden grimace of pain a couple of times.

A jet of hot water began to pour down on the coat of fur of both of the canids in separate cubicles and with the passing of a few minutes under the steamy, comfy caressing of the water, both of them had felt their bodies rid of all pain resulting from the aftermath of workout, which brought refreshed smiles to their faces that they unconsciously kept while wiping themselves dry with some towels, getting dressed and walking out of the gym.

They bid farewell to their friends as Gen looked at his watch, then he said "He should be here any minute", and just as he raised his gaze to the streets, Terry had spotted the van they were waiting for.

It was a classic model of a brand name unknown to them, but the machinery was in good shape and the paint blazed elegantly in the streetlights; the smoked glass of one of the windows lowered and a voice called the two canids to ride in the back seats, and so, the first to enter was Gen and then Terry.

As soon as they entered the shady inside of the vehicle, something clicked in the back of their heads, they suddenly felt all worries drift away and felt immediately comfortable and relaxed although the space inside the back of the van wa only so large enough for the two of them, and when they started to murr and churn at each other, they heard the voice chuckle, following with "Oh, you guys are having fun already? Just wait until master gets you two home".

The wheels of the van screeched as the vehicle ran across the pavement into some house that the two wolves were used to, but only in certain ocasions, they knew the place, they've been here before. So it was only natural for them to run around the house like happy puppies and follow the dinosaur who gave them the ride.

*In this house, they would do things that they wouldn't do anywhere else, such as eating on the floor with no cutlery, walking around on all fours and only saying "woof" should they be asked something, which would result in a chuckle from their dinosaur friend, laughing at how silly his puppies are, especially when the reptile guided them to bed and start playing with them. *

*The rest of the night passed inadvertedly for the two zonked pups, who have had recurring encounters with their dinosaur friend; he helped them relieve stress, have fun in ways they enjoy a lot, and always obeying his every command at them. *

...so it indeed was normal for them.

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This is a piece of fanart that I dedicated to my big friends terrywolf23 and bkbrianart together with me. What can I say? I enjoy hypnotizing them and rubbing myself against their huge pecs, even better if I'm inside a huge beef sandwich, am I the worst because of that?

Terry © terrywolf23

Gen © bkbrianart

Art and story © Yours truly.