A Meeting of Muscle

Today was just a typical day in the life of what has been affectionately known as the Power Pack, the collection of anthros of various species converged and spent most of the morning going about their training routines, all in their quests to become the most physically perfect specimens as naturally possible, the Arctic fox, Demi and the Big Bad Wolfcop, Furvus stand side by side hoisting 50kg plastic cased dumbbells, their vein textured biceps swelling even more than possible compared to that of a human, their white fangs gritted together with enough forced to chew through a boiled candy like it was a marshmallow, both of them wearing matching tracksuit pants, black with a blue stripe down the leg for Demi, red for Furvus, demonstrating their nickname of Fire and Ice, in the other end of modern styled gym, a toned and fairly muscular brown and white female cat, wearing a sea green sports bra and matching shorts stands within a squatting machine, the steel bar loaded with two 20kgs weights sits on her dark brown spotted shoulders as she holds it within her paws, even with that much weight on her she shows no strain or discomfort as she lifts the bar from its holding place as Andre, a red fox with brown short hair stands behind her, wearing a spandex skintight black pair of shorts, gently placing his paws to her side as he gently encourages her softly.

"Ok Elly, you got this...just 1 more rep and you'll have broken your personal best!" he softly exclaims as Elly takes a deep breath before slowly lowering herself down, bending at the knees as her toned legs bulge and flex from the effort of trying to keep her standing with the large weight literally on her shoulders, keeping her back straight she continues to squat further down towards the floor until her rear is just about a foot away from the floor, she holds her position here, maintaining her stance as a bead of sweat glides down her gentle face, before letting out a small grunt of effort as she straightens her legs out, the teardrop thighs pressing against her skin as she continues to push her legs out until eventually she finally manages to replace the bar back on the resting hold as she lets out a sigh of relief as the red fox passes her a towel and a bottle of water, "Beautiful Elly!...you broke your personal best!" he yells out in a congratulatory manner as he takes a moment to return the weights back to where they belong as the cat smiles with happiness.

"It feels so good to be able to achieve that Andre" she says, her face beaming with confidence as she takes a quick sip of her water "Thank you so much for helping me out with my training" she adds before Andre blushes with humility.

"Ahh it's nothing really, you should be thanking DJ, he's the one who helped me with my regime, I'm just merely passing it onto you" he beams outwardly as the Arctic Fox approaches the pair, seeking to offer his congratulations to Elly.

"It's so wonderful knowing that my techniques are working so well for you all, I'm especially proud of you dear" DJ grins with pride as he playfully strokes behind Elly's ears, causing her to purr with delight as a blush even redder than Andre's fur emerges however their celebration was cut short by the angry ranting of a rather brash and arrogant jackal punk, who was venting his frustration and rage at the poor gym receptionist.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY MEMBERSHIP'S BEEN REVOKED...I PAID UP THIS MONTH, ARE YOU ALL STUPID!?..." the Jackal continues his ticked off tirade as his fists pounded against the desk as the unimpressed wolfess receptionist looked on, silently tutting at the Jackal's continuous raving.

"Sir you haven't paid in months, now please leave them gym, you're causing a disturbance" she asks calmly though this only seemed to anger the Jackal some more.

"CAUSING A DISTURBANCE?!, I'M ONLY TELLING YOU WHAT I BELIEVE AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT I PAID THE MEMBERSHIP FEE FOR THIS MONTH, DAMN WOLVES, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO HIGH AND MIGHTY!!!...THERE'S A REASON WHY MY KIND WERE WORSHIPPED AS GODS AND YOU WEREN'T, YOU WOLVES ARE A BUNCH OF COWARDS!!"...

"I'm sorry, you have a problem with wolves mate?" A deep English accented voice creeps up behind the jackal who turns around to see the voice's owner, what he saw changed his expression from seething rage to utmost fear as he finds himself being towered over by far the largest wolf he had ever seen, the wolf had jet black fur (even on his long banged hair that ended with red highlights on the tips) that barely covered his insanely ripped and muscular physique, there was not a single inch of fat on his skin as the veins that crept along his shredded arms pulse and throb from the blood passing through them as he held a gym bag with the label reading "Beast Made" in his left hand while in his right he held a gold plated title belt with a paw and canid ear motive that proudly displayed "Anthro Wrestling Frontier CHAMPION" on the bottom of the centreplate was a small plaque in the shape of a banner that read "Mike Lycaon", the Jackal only responded with whimpers and stammering as Lycaon looked on coldly with his blood red eyes, "What's the matter?, cat got your tongue...I heard you having a problem with keeping up your payments you're gonna get in trouble BUT, if you think you're so a hard case how about you try to take me on in the ring and I'll show why wolves are feared as well as respected" Lycaon's eyes glowed menacingly as he the jackal grabs his bag and heads out of the gym crying with fear as the rest of the gym look on as Lycaon turns to the receptionist.
"Sorry about that, I just had to teach him a lesson" he chirps up as he passes his gym card to the wolfess who happily takes it from him to check him into the gym.

"It's ok Mike, we'll making sure he never comes back here again, oh by the way, your friends are here as well" she replies happily as she directs the wolf's attention towards the pack of muscular specimens training and talking to each other as they inspect each other's muscle.

"Thanks ma'am" Lycaon humbly says as he walks through the turnstile before heading over to DJ and the gang "HEY EVERYONE!" he calls out, invoking a choir-like response of "HEY MIKE" from the rest of the pack, Elly was the first to greet Mike, running up to him excitedly as she gives him a gentle hug from the side as her face nuzzles up against the side of his left pec her right paw deliberately placed on his abs as Mike looks on with a smile on his face, the height difference made apparent as he towers over her, the next to greet Mike was Furvus who welcomed him with a fist bump that the wolf wrestler had no problem accepting.

"Hey bro, it's great to see you again, how's things with you?" The wolf cop cheerfully calls out as Mike confidently smiles.
"I'm doing great Furvus, better even since I retained this bad boy" Lycaon glances to his right shoulder where his title belt rested prompting impressed whistles from Furvus who's smile beams wider at the sight of seeing one of his shirts being worn so tightly on Lycaon's hulking muscles.
"That's awesome to hear, also thank you so much for wearing one of my shirts, I knew they'd be able to withstand the size of such a strong wolf such as you" he chuckles as Lycaon grins back.
"You sure you want me to flex this off wolfy hahaha" he laughs as teases a flexed pec before turning to Andre.

"Congrats on your huge win Mike, I knew you could do it" the brown furred fox says joyously as he admires the belt around Lycaon's shoulder, Mike thanks him before finally reaching Demi who extends his right paw out for a handshake that Lycaon doesn't hesitate to take with his left paw as a loud clap echoes in the gym as the wolf and fox's biceps swell up from the amount of strength both men were putting into their greeting, it almost appeared to look as though they were having a miniature arm wrestle as they stare into each other's eyes intensely.

"It's good to see you again bro, where did you go again?" the arctic fox asks curiously as he breaks the handshake up as Lycaon grins toothily as he takes out a 500ml bottle of water from his gym bag.

"I've been wrestling in the US...there was a huge tournament for this belt here..." he points to the title belt still on his shoulder as he gently settles it down inside the bag, "...there was a lot of competition gunning for it but I managed to beat them all..." Lycaon painfully grunts quietly as he stretches his wide back muscles, "...but I've got to be careful with my back, one of the sore losers tried to prevent me from winning by hitting me with a steel chair...got me good but he's having more problems with it wrapped around his head" the wolfman growls while Demi shakes his head disapprovingly.

"I just don't get the appeal as to why some people would use something like that to win...or yet hurt another person" he mumbles, looking on as Lycaon reaches for the bottom of his tight muscle shirt, tugging it upwards as his cobblestone dark grey furred abdominals reveal themselves to everyone in the gym, triggering a delighted purr from Elly as Lycaon stretches his arms upwards, making his abs stretch and pulse, eventually he pulls the tight shirt over his head, removing it before placing it down on his bag, Lycaon looks up towards the rest of the pack, surveying the reactions from his casual stripping of his shirt, Demi and Furvus whistle in an impressed manner, Andre lets out a smalll "Wow!" while Elly's purring continues her eyes fixed upon the wolfman's abs.

"What?!" Lycaon asks, "I train shirtless" the wrestler chuckles before walking over to the weight rack, picking up a pair of 50kgs dumbbells before taking his position in front of the mirror, he murrs quietly over how ripped his body is before he starts curling the weights up to his shoulder, as he does so, the huge mass of biceps quickly tense up, his veins almost hardening showing the whole gym his vascularity and the results of his training, as he curls up the weight the bicep's shape changes from tubes to 24-inch balls of solid muscle, as he straightens the arms his biceps gently relax as they sink back into straight, curved tubes before curling upwards again, the more he did this the more his biceps ached and creaked with power, his skin struggling to keep his biceps from damn near bursting out, another set and his muscles are feeling the brunt of the workout, his arms burning from the lactic acid build up as his veins work hard to pump blood and oxygen to keep him from dropping the dumbbells, Lycaon starts growling and panting heavily until he finally reaches his 100th set, placing the weights back down onto the rack, he sits down on a workout bench, flexing his colossal arms in a bid to bring back the feeling into them as Demi approaches him.

"Here bro, let me help you with that" the arctic fox says cheerfully as he gently starts to press his firm handpaws against Lycaon's biceps, massaging them carefully, Lycaon murrs contently, thanking Demi for the care as he grins  softly.

"Thanks bro, I always forget you have a thing for huge biceps" the English wolf chuckles as Demi continues to gently explore and rub down his muscles, his fingers tracing along the snakelike veins, the subtle moans from the fox suggested that Demi was enjoying this way too much, Demi only stopped when Andre and Elly approached them.

"Hey bro, we've got to take off, we're going out for dinner tonight and we need to get ready" Andre informs as Elly starts to zip up her mint green sweater.

"Thanks for bringing us here Demi dear, I make you a protein shake when we get back" the energetic cat mews happily before grabbing her gym bag to go along with Andre, suddenly, Furvus's mobile phone rings from within his pocket, pulling it out he presses it firmly to his ear.

"Hello Furvus speaking....what's up..." A small faint voice crackles through the phone as the wolf nods, "Yeah...oh....ok, I'll be right there" he puts the phone down before looking to Demi and Lycaon, "Sorry guys, it's the Police Department, there's been some trouble brewing in a pub...some jackal having a raging fit at the bar...they need me to sort him out" Furvus sighs out as he takes his gym gear, giving Demi and Lycaon a fist bump before running out of the gym and into his police cruiser, leaving only the shredded wolf wrestler Mike Lycaon and Demi alone in the gym.

"Say...let's continue our training before we head to yours" Lycaon suggests to Demi who responds with a toothy grin.


TO BE CONTINUED!