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New Pond-- a quiet little town disconnected from the hustle and bustle of city life. The town was so remote that getting to the nearest mall would take half a day of driving. Home to only thirty furs, it was a close community where everybody knew each other and old family values like helping one's neighbors and getting involved in community work were the creed of the whole town. There were only five businesses operating in New Pond: A bank, a grocery store, a clinic, an automobile workshop, and a small diner. Yet, for its peace and tranquility the town was as boring as watching paint dry day after day, which prompted the young furs to move out as soon as they hit eighteen. One such fur was Stan Beans, the only badger cub to the family that owned the grocery store.

On one blistering hot Monday afternoon, Stan sat gazing up at the grocery store's pale brown ceiling in his plain green T-shirt and matching dark green shorts. He sat with his legs spread out as he held two 250-pound Captain Gre Crush Grippers, one in each paw and squeezing them nonchalantly. His parents would have given him an earful for having such a lackadaisical attitude at work, but they were both visiting his sick Uncle Harry in Adgenbury.

He sat behind a cash register facing four rows of snacks, fresh produce and odd tools that can fill a kitchen or a garage. Stan yawned loudly while stretching his long black arms. He placed the gripper on the desk in front of him and started flexing his right arm. His bicep hardened and bulged up to the size of a mole hill. The badger smiled with satisfaction that he hadn't lost the strength and size in his arms. The same could not be said about what used to be his abs. Months of nonstop eating and irregular workout schedules for the past year had cost him his once washboard six-pack abs. In its place was a smooth white muscle gut. Stan rubbed his belly and felt a stab of guilt in his heart for letting his body soften up so much. So, he promised himself to redouble his workout efforts.

The sound of the shop door opening brought his attention back to his duties as shopkeeper. Stan stood up to greet the customer and saw that it wasn't one of the regular town's furs. Dressed in just bright blue shorts and slinging a backpack over his right shoulder, the customer was a ripped green wolf. His figure was comparable to a heavyweight bodybuilder with thick, almost-square-shaped pecs, brawny arms that could crush a coconut with a simple flex, rock hard abs and titanic thighs stretching the elasticity of his shorts to its limit. The wolf's fur was dark green from top to bottom mixed with snow white fur covering his chest to his abdomen and the bottom of his tail.

"Hey!" The wolf exclaimed while waved at Stan from the entrance.

Stan's first thought was how far he should throw the stranger out of the shop. As the bulky badger approached the wolf he said in a loud deep voice, "Buddy, no shoes, no shirt, no service. I gotta ask ya' to leave unless ya' put more on ya'."

Perplexed, the wolf cocked his head to the right and replied, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing? I always go around in just my shorts. Plus this heat is killer!" The wolf performed a fanning gesture to demonstrate his point.

Stan didn't know what to say.

The wolf continued. "Anyways, I didn't come here for shopping. I wanted to ask if you know where I can find Stan Beans? He was supposed to meet me at the bus stop and take me on a tour of the town but he didn't show up."

"Stan? That's me... Wait Zen? Shit! I was supposed to meet you today? Argh! I'm super sorry I forgot." Stan frantically bowed to Zen. He recalled that his mum said the night before that her friend's son was travelling to different towns in the summer, and that she had volunteered Stan to be his guide for one day.

"Woah, woah, chillax dude. It's ok." Zen said. But the badger quickly ran back to the counter to grab his keys and was pushing Zen out the door.

"Let's go! Go! Go! We already lost half a day!" Stan said.

The wolf was forced to put on a white sleeveless shirt before continuing on. After two hours of walking the two of them ended their trip around town at exactly 4 P.M. in the diner. They spent a whole hour receiving a talk from the old tortoise in the workshop on the importance of car servicing.

Zen was happily chowing down slices of homemade lemon pie while Stan just swirled his coffee while watching the wolf eat.

"So, did you enjoy your tour?" Stan asked.

"OshitwassweetbutIkindaexpectedmore," Zen replied with a maw full of pie.

"Wh-What?"

The wolf swallowed quickly followed by a breath of relief. "I said the town's nice but there isn't much. What do you do for fun around here?"

"Well, there's the park. I work out there often."

"WORK OUT?!" Zen slammed his hands on the table, but calmed himself back down after realizing that he disturbed the other diners. "You gotta take me there. I'm all about working out." The wolf flexed his left arm in a show of confidence.

They headed to the park as soon as they paid their bill. Back when there more young furs in town, the park was teeming with young ones running about and their parents chatting with each other, keeping an eye out for their kids. Now, the park was unkempt with bald patches around once lush grassy fields, and only Stan was the one who came regularly. Situated in the far corner of the park was a small hut made of a wooden roof and steel poles.

"Wow! It's like a secret base all to yourself," Zen said. The green wolf darted into the hut, his tail wagging and raised tall to show off his firm round butt cheeks. Stan blushed and looked away, embarrassed that the thought of groping Zen's butt crossed his mind.

Inside were dumbbells, weight plates and a barbell scattered all over the floor. There was only one bench and its seat was worn out with several cuts on it, exposing the seat's stuffing. Zen struggled a little to pick up a dumbbell and noted how rusted the bar was. His ears perked up when he saw that the weight was actually set to 300 pounds.

"Woah! You lift this?"

Stan grinned widely and pushed his chest out with pride. "Yup! I'm the only fur that comes here after all. The stuff here are old, but they get the job done."

Zen started curling a dumbbell and with his free hand, gestured Stan to join him. "Come on. I'd like to get a good pump before I head back tonight."

So, the two furs began their workout routine. Zen grabbed the 300-pound dumbbell and did bicep curls while standing. Stan proceeded with some warm up stretches before going for his workout, not noticing himself as he was entranced by Zen's body. Beads of sweat trickled down the canine's body, and in minutes his whole shirt had stuck tightly against his hard muscles. His sweat permeated the cotton fabric which made it almost see through, exposing his chiseled abs and plump melon-sized pecs for Stan to see.

The badger lost track of his stretches and whispered. "Take it off..."

Zen's green ears perked up. "Did you say something Stan?"

Caught off-guard, the nervous badger thought up an excuse on the spot. "...I said you're looking hot, why don't you take off the shirt?"

The wolf laughed in response and proceeded to take off the sweaty shirt. "Woo! Finally I'm free." He continued his reps.

Feeling uneasy with staring at Zen, Stan picked up the other pairs of dumbbells set to 250 pounds, lied down on the bench and started doing bench presses. The badger thrust the weights up high and held it for ten counts before bringing them back close to his chest, pausing a bit before starting another rep. By the fiftieth rep he was growling and forcing the rest of his reps out. Finally, he gave in to exhaustion on the fifty-fifth. Sweating profusely, Stan dropped the dumbbells on the floor after which he stripped off his shirt.

The badger's barrel chest rose with each breath. His sweat gave off a deep intoxicating musk. Zen, who had long stopped just to watch Stan lift, was hypnotized by every curve and bulge of Stan's beefy body. Noticing the stares he had been getting, Stan bounced his pecs while giving the look to urge Zen closer. His plan worked as Zen stepped slowly towards him, unsure of what to do. To help encourage the handsome wolf, Stan grabbed the wolf's left paw and placed it on his left breast.

Zen's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. "... Woah... Those are huge."

"Go ahead, feel everything," Stan replied.

It was the first time anyone had showed any interest in Stan's muscles, and he was enjoying every second of attention he got. The eager badger stood up, his towering figure pushing Zen back a few steps. With one sweep of his arm the wolf was snout deep between Stan's heavy pectorals. Then Stan locked the wolf in place with a hug, squeezing tighter and tighter. Despite Zen's struggle he could not break away from the bear hug. Only after a good solid minute was the wolf released from the embrace, gasping for air.

"Holy crap! How strong are those arms?" Zen asked.

"Strong enough to do this."

Stan stuck his right paw right on the wolf's tight butt cheeks, which resulted in a high pitched yelp from the canine. With one swoop of his arms Zen was flung upwards above Stan's head in a reverse gorilla press. "Waah!" was all Zen could say as he stared at the roof of the hut.

"Enjoying the view up there?" Stan said, not breaking a sweat. Eager to show his strength off more, Stan began counting his squats while still lifting the panicking wolf.

"Uncle! Uncle! You're strong!" the wolf yelled before Stan finally placed him down.

Amused by Zen's expression, Stan laughed heartily. "Come here, I'll give you a regular hug now."

Zen glared, but slowly embraced the big badger. The hug was warm and just tight enough for him to run his paws around the badger's wide back, exploring every bump and curve. Stan did the same, before his paw finally rested on the wolf's bum, groping it gently. Suddenly, they both felt something warm growing in size and heat beneath them.

Stan grinned. "Is that?"

"Yeah, I can explain," Zen answered.

"No need... let's just enjoy this."

And they continued to explore each other's body a little longer. Feeling and kneading every fiber of muscle on the other's body, wishing the moment would last a little longer.

It was six in the afternoon. Stan escorted Zen back to the bus stop. He waited there with the wolf, and exchanged contacts with one another. Stan let him keep the shirt as a souvenir of his time here and jokingly asked him to wear it more. When Zen got on board the bus they waved to one another and hoped to meet again.

After closing up shop, Stan went straight to his room, lying on the bed and recalling his "special time" with Zen. Without being aware of it, he was already pinching his own nipple and rubbing his crotch, imagining the wolf doing it to him. He stripped himself naked and stroked his cock furiously, moaning and calling out Zen's name as he lost himself in an erotic frenzy. By the time he climaxed, he came with such force that the first shot reached his face. As the feelings of orgasm waned he was writhing and panting, his body drenched in his own load.

The End.