Siria and Freya [C]
Another night of training, another night out for fun and tests of strength. Siria long ago found her favorite gym, tucked away on a random world found one night pawing through her mate's countless portal books. Over time she had decided to acquire the business, allowing her to have the place to herself at night without disturbing the local daily doings. Siria had gotten into the practice of inviting the more athletically inclined of her soul linked sisters to this place to blow off some steam, swap stories and generally just kick back. Freya took little convincing to have a fun night out at the establishment of Siria's, a place starting to gain more recognition among the rest of the ladies.
“I still love that you managed to land this place, Mal didn't mind you setting down roots here?” Freya with gym bag over her shoulder walked out of the portal created by the book in Siria's hand into the darkened locker room. “It's hardly putting down roots, Mal didn't even bat an eye about it, even covered the rest of the payment for the place. You're fairly new to the family, as long as you include him in some part of the plan he's usually all for it” Siria smiled as she strode through the portal and with a snap of the closed book the portal faded, leaving the two in the low evening light. After a practiced motion in the dark the light kicked on with the flip of the main switch. “We have our run of the place for quite a while, no cleaning crew tonight so no interruptions. Whatcha feeling like first?” Siria walks to the nearby lockers and benches and begins to change. Freya sitting on the same bench wearing just her gym shorts and a towel across her shoulders look up at Siria. “Wrestling, I still owe you from the thrashing last time. I've been practicing with Cyra so don't expect an easy win this time” Siria looks down to see a smirking Freya pointing at her. “Heh took that a bit personal did we? Are you sure you're prepared for these guns there rookie?” Siria playfully sticks her tongue out, pointing at her muscular arm as she stands in just her panties with one foot on the bench. “Anytime Siria” Freya with her top in hand, stands and begins her stretches. “Anyway put some clothes on you showoff, we start to wrestle like this and Mal is going to be very sore that he missed out” The two ladies finish getting dressd and start to leave the locker room in stride. “Heh yeah no kidding, may end up inviting him later even.” Despite her red scales a slight blush crossed Siria's face. “I'll even show you some of the pins he used on me...”

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