I've Got a Secret
"Unngh! How the hell do I kill you?"
Ken glared at the dark, hooded figure of the demon lord who stood booming laughter over the corpse of his character. For the fifth time. Ken lowered his head into his paws. He rubbed red-rimmed eyes behind his glasses.
The chair jerked underneath him and then rose into the air, taking Ken with it.
"Guess who's back," rumbled a warm, golden voice.
Ken was already blushing when the chair turned and brought him face to face with the tiger. Xerxes held the chair with his paw like a server with a tray, his other big paw on his tapered waist. His deep, full chest was thrust outward in obvious pride, striped tail held high. The tip swayed back and forth.
"So how'd it gooo?" Ken cooed.
Xerxes grinned, displaying a mouth of gorgeous and deadly ivory.
"Top grade, shorty!"
Ken yipped and hugged Xerxes's thick neck. His white vulpine tail wagged.
"I knew you could do it! My notes helped, then?"
"You were a brilliant," Xerxes said.
Heat rose to Ken's face and he beamed bashfully.
"I'm glad you noticed."
Xerxes chuckled as he lowered Ken and the chair back to earth.
"It's like I keep telling you, shorty. With your brains and my brawn, we could do anything."
"Anything except beat this GAME!" Ken said, turning to smack the side of the computer monitor. He yelped and kissed his fingers.
"Awww, is Demonquest too hard for the little fox? Would you like something easier? They have a new Pretty Pony Princess game I hear is quite the rage."
Ken poked his roommate in his thick chest.
"Don't provoke me, Xerxes. I've got some catnip right where I can get at it, and I know where you sleep!"
Xerxes hated people calling him by his full name. He pushed his nose against the fox's snout and grinned wide, making his three inch fangs very obvious.
"You threatening me, pipsqueak?"
Ken adjusted his glasses back up his muzzle. He giggled and tried to shove Xerxes back. Xerxes smirked and let him. The big tiger didn't move an inch, and he chuckled when Ken gave up in a huff.
"Ah, don't be so surprised, Ken," he said, ruffling Ken's head fur with a heavy big paw, "I put on a good ten pounds since Monday."
Ken licked his own paw and started to smooth his fur back in place.
"Really! Well, now that your B average is secure, I imagine the road is clear for the captain of the bodybuilding club to take his fellow jocks to the contest. Next week, isn't it?"
Xerxes nodded and snapped his fingers.
"That reminds me, I need my protein!"
He stripped off a silky blue muscle shirt with 'Venice University' across the front, distorted by his pumpkin-sized pecs. The evening sun shot through the window opposite the bed and tinged his orange fur a glowing, fiery bronze. It touched the Thor's hammer pendent he wore on a choker around his neck. Xerxes kept his wheat blonde hair cut short and parted straight down the center of his scalp The short bangs on one side hung at a slightly irregular angle to his face, covering one ear. Xerxes had told Ken bodybuilding was as much an art form as it was a sport, but it took the sight of the tiger's body to make Ken believe it. Two gold medals from regional contests already hung on the wall above Xerxes's bed.
"This is it, Ken. The gateway to the big leagues. Venice University's won the State Amateur Finals three years running thanks to me. Other schools have their hockey or their football. Only we have bodybuilding up to that same level of obsession."
Ken raised a silky white eyebrow behind his glasses.
"I've only been here a year and I know that, Xerc. It's rather like attending school in Brobdinang."
Xerxes stuffed himself into a skin tight white tee shirt.
"Where's that? Norway?"
"Gulliver's Travels, Xerc. The land of the giants. Classic literature. You know, books?"
Xerxes paused and blinked.
"Oh yeah! Those things! Heh, I've been using them to do ab crunches."
He laughed when Ken slapped his forehead into a paw.
"Just kidding, shorty."
"You might at least pick up a cliffnotes version. It would give you something to read on the treadmill."
"I've got Bigfur Magazine for that."
"Why do I try?" Ken begged of the ceiling.
Xerxes chuckled again and gave the fox an affectionate pat on the shoulder on his way to the kitchen. Ken had to put his foot out to stop himself from toppling to the floor. He padded behind his roommate.
Xerxes switched off the blender, popped the cap and took a long drink. Ken tried not to stare.
"What's up, shorty?"
"Just....checking you out."
Xerxes smirked.
"And?"
Ken shot him a look.
"I know you're a cat but can you please not tease me just this once?"
Xerxes held up a paw.
"Hey, sorry, Ken. What's eating you?"
Ken took a few shy steps toward the tiger, keeping his eyes on the floor.
"I don't suppose, after rooming with me for close to a year, you'd reconsider."
The pitcher paused at Xerxes's lips.
"What brought this up?"
Ken's paws kneaded themselves. Xerxes sighed and rounded the kitchen counter, still holding the blender's pitcher. He rested a big paw on Ken's back.
"Look, Ken. You're an awesome roomie, a great friend, one of the smartest guys I know. I'm sure there are hotties on this campus who would dig a little fox with glasses. I'm just not one of them."
"I don't just want a piece of ass," Ken muttered. "I want you, Xerc. "
He looked up at the musclebound tiger.
"I know you think I'm this little naive freshman who doesn't know the difference between love and desire, but I do. I want you. It's nothing more complicated than that. But it's YOU that I want, and not just your body."
"Don't ask me to pity fuck you, Ken. I won't do it. You deserve better and so do I."
"I'm not!"
"Then what you do you want me to do about it?" Xerxes demanded. He put his paw on his hip, protein shake forgotten for the moment.
"I want you to be honest with me," Ken said. "Is there anything at all about me you find attractive?"
"What the hell's the point, Ken? So I can lead you on? Give you some false hope that someday, somehow I might want to jump you?"
"Humor me," Ken said.
Xerxes growled and finished off his shake in a single massive swallow. Ken waited, skinny arms in his massively overlarge sleeves crossed in front of his flat chest. Xerxes rolled his eyes.
"All right, fine. Yes, there are things about you I like. There, that enough for you to spank off a few times?"
Xerxes walked back around the counter to rinse out his blender. He bowed his head and shook it.
"I'm sorry, Ken. I didn't mean to snap at you so badly."
"I shouldn't have pressed you so hard," Ken said. He didn't sound as if he believed it. His eyes blinked rapidly behind his glasses. He gave Xerxes a weak smile.
"I had to give it one last try."
Xerxes smiled back.
"I can't say I blame you, shorty."
"We're still friends, though, right?" Ken asked.
Xerxes crossed the room and hugged him.
"Of course we are, you fucking horndog."
Ken punched him hard in the stomach. Xerxes chuckled. The fox rolled his eyes.
"You may have abs of steel but you've still got finals to worry about in a month. I'm so far ahead my teachers are giving me extra work just to keep me out of their fur."
"Now who's showing off?" Xerxes said, grinning.
Ken grabbed Xerxes' ecnomics textbook in both arms and shoved it to the tiger's chest.
"Door. Library. Study."
He force marched Xerxes out the door.
Xerxes was still chuckling over the whole thing when he strode into the university library. He waved to a pack of four wolf jocks bent over a table that looked too small to hold them. They were trying to keep their snarling argument to a respectable whisper as they took turns yanking their single copy of the econ textbook from each other.
"Canines," Xerxes muttered.
He found a corner with a vacant plush easy chair. The rising full moon filled the narrow windows behind it. Xerxes plunked down, propped up his feet on the end table, and lost himself in the jungle of economic theory. He used a black claw to hold his place in the depths of the textbook as he compared it to the class notes. The tip of his big pink tongue stuck out the side of his mouth in concentration.
Two hours later, Xerxes was fantasizing about how lovely a ripping sound the book would make as he shredded it into tiny slivers. He'd covered about five pages and his head was ready to split. Xerxes let his face flop into the book in defeat.
A laugh vibrated Xerxes's teeth in his skull. Xerxes looked up. He was confronted with a bulging crotch nearly thrust into his face. He looked up at the cocky half smile of its owner and lost control of his lower jaw.
The white fox stood over him by four feet. One huge paw rested against the top of a book case, while the other was held casually to one massive hip. Bulging thighs as thick as Xerxes's entire torso crossed over each other, the landscape of its muscle giving the occasional ripple as the huge toes flexed. The fox's body was wider than the thickness of the bookshelf behind him by a good half foot on either side. Xerxes counted the fox's abdominals. All ten showed through his over-stretched tee shirt, as round and as big as his paws were long. The fox grinned down at the tiger from above his gargantuan chest.
"Your brain as hamburgered as it looks?" the fox boomed.
Xerxes tried to backpedal. He forgot he was still sitting and yelped as the chair flipped backward. The fox's laugh made the light fixtures dance. He stepped closer, massive shoulders ready to rip their way clear through his shirt sleeves.
"Nash's law of equilibrium as a function of supply and demand, right? I saw the page number before you almost cracked your skull in."
Xerxes slapped himself hard in the face. The mammoth fox towered over him, straddling his prone body like a god with his arms akimbo. Xerxes couldn't help comparing him to Ken. Ken's narrow cheekbones and delicate jaw were feminine compared to this fox's chiseled and square features. A shock of rich, silver white fur sprouted from between the titanic fox's white ears and hung down his bulging back like a mane.
"No, little tiger. You're not dreaming."
The fox chuckled like a mountain shifting and slapped the chair cushion between Xerxes's legs.
Xerxes yelped as the chair righted itself with a jerk. Xerxes stood, staring UP at someone for the first time in his life.
"Who...who ARE you?" Xerxes asked.
The fox flashed an enigmatic smile.
"Call me your new study partner."
"You're not in my class," Xerxes protested. "I would have noticed!"
The huge fox raised his eyebrows.
"Is that a no?"
"I didn't say that!" Xerxes added hastily. He bit his lip and tried to be casual about holding his textbook in front of his pants.
"Great," Foxgod rumbled. He took a step closer to Xerxes and teased his chin with a finger claw. "So where do we hit the books?"
"I'll show you," Xerxes answered.
The tiger's tail thrummed above his rump as he led the towering fox hulk out of the library toward his dorm. He could hear the occasional gasp from someone they passed. No one so much as glanced at him. It was a strange experience for Xerxes, champion of Venice University, to be all but invisible. All eyes were on the fox making the ground faintly tremble with each slow, easy, swaggering step he took after Xerxes. Two cars nearly collided at the cross street near the tiger's dorm. Neither driver had been watching the road.
The vulpine hulk chuckled as he squeezed through the hallway and ducked his head to enter Xerxes's dorm.
"Hm, cozy," he rumbled.
"These are the biggest dorms they've got," Xerxes said. "Where the hell do YOU sleep?"
"Oh, off campus," the white-furred powerhouse said. "Now," he slipped the book out of Xerxes's paws, "where were we?"
For one endless moment, Xerxes just stood there sporting what he'd been trying to hide with 'Economic Theory: An Introduction.' The superfox's eyes took it in, then looked up at Xerxes's face. The textbook crashed, forgotten, to the floor at their feet.
Xerxes's throat filled with sounds they hadn't made since he was a kitten suckling against his mother as they kissed. The vulpine muscle god drew him even closer, massive heavy arms bulging as they squeezed his body. Xerxes felt his feet leave the floor. He grabbed the fox titan's ruff in a hard fist, stray strands of mink soft platinum fur peeking between his fingers. They devoured each other's mouths, groaning in unison. Whoever this titan was, he seemed just as thrilled to be kissing Xerxes as Xerxes was to be kissing him.
Xerxes broke the kiss with a gasp. Big Fox stroked his paws down the tiger's striped neck.
"I have an idea," he murred. Xerxes could FEEL that voice through the fucking floor. "How about we skip economics and study biology instead?"
Xerxes' purr deepened into a lustful snarl. He locked eyes with the fox and narrowed them to burning slits, flattening his ears and curling his lip back from his fangs.
"Fuck me, baby," he growled.
The gigantic fox grabbed him, hoisted up over one gargantuan shoulder, and carried him into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Xerxes heard glass shatter. Some faint part of his burning brain wondered if the windows had broken.
The massive musclefox shoved Xerxes bodily onto his bunk, then straddled the bed. His redwood thighs were fully capable of squeezing the entire bed between them, and his body filled it from foot to head, the tips of his ears and tail poking through the bars that held up Ken's bunk above them.
The meaty fox stripped off his shirt over his head. Xerxes's eyes bulged. He was fifteen again and the smallest guy in the gym locker room, trying to hide his toned and lanky frame behind the locker door so the demigods around him wouldn't laugh at the midget in their midst. The jock fox's body seemed to move in slow motion, and it was, quite simply, perfection. The balance between the tire-sized pectorals, the definition in the ten pack abdominals that rippled like turkey hams, complemented by a fully developed serratus and obliques that bulged and dipped like the Badlands...Xerxes drowned in awe. Xerxes felt himself writhe like a kitten. He actually mewed.
The brawny fox just smiled and ground his throbbing anaconda down against Xerxes's crotch as he lay himself down on top of the quivering puddle of tiger. Big questing paws slid under Xerxes's shirt, helped him pull it off, assisted his horizontal striptease until a fully naked and gasping Xerxes twined himself around this living continent in his bed. Xerxes's paws pounced for the beefy fox's fly. He stripped the fox as fast as a high school virgin.
"Can you take that, tiger?" Mightyfox panted.
Xerxes rolled his rough tongue against a cocktip he could barely fit past his lips and gave the godly fox his best hunter's glare.
"I like a challenge."
* * *
Ken yawned. He scratched his bony, bare chest and rolled over, trying to press the morning sunlight out of his eyes. He picked up Xerxes's bulging arm and used the bicep as an eye mask. He blinked, gasped, and shot up in bed.
Xerxes lay next to him, sprawled half off the mattress, lying on his belly and snoring. His orange fur was a mess of dried cum. The top bunk's frame was bent in half like a pyramid. Ken gulped. He could see the outline of a massive male back crushed into its solid steel bottom. He eyed the inch-deep gashes in the mattress and the walls.
So it hadn't been a dream. Ken gingerly clambered out of the sagging bed and padded naked into the kitchen to start some coffee. Xerxes would need it after last night. Ken blushed at the memory. He paced in the kitchen. What the hell was he going to tell Xerxes?
Ken still hadn't decided by the time the coffee machine pinged. He snuck back into the bedroom. The tiger hadn't moved. Poor cat was utterly exhausted. Ken let a smirk of private pride cross his lips. He dressed, then poked Xerxes's bulging bicep.
"Um, Xerc?"
Xerxes groaned. He shifted his weight, his naked striped body rippling.
"Wha..? What timezzit?"
"About noon."
Xerxes squinted and rubbed his face hard with his big paws. He saw Ken and his expression wilted with dissapointment.
"Oh. Hi, Ken."
"I made you coffee."
"Mmmff...good."
Xerxes tried to sit up and groaned.
"Oh god! My ass!"
Ken giggled. Xerxes gave him a shove toward the door.
"Oh shut up. I'll be out in a sec. Give a big guy some privacy."
Ken nursed his coffee cup on the couch in the common room while Xerxes shuffled into the bathroom for a piss. He took a shower. Xerxes emerged from the bedroom like Aphrodite from the sea, squeaky clean and bright-eyed in a sharp new scarlet tee-shirt and gym pants that seemed to cuddle his muscular body.
Ken's eyesbrows rose as Xerxes hummed and half skipped over to the coffee, giving a soft groan of appreciation at the first sip. He resumed his little song as he set about making his usual mammoth breakfast.
"Xerc?"
"Mmm?"
"What are we going to tell housing about the bedroom?"
"You aren't even curious how it happened?" Xerxes asked.
Ken blushed.
"Well, actually I-"
"-I met the most AMAZING guy at the library last night, Ken."
Ken stared at Xerxes. The tiger was almost waltzing around the kitchen like some 300 pound ballerina.
"He's gotta be new. Oh man, and I didn't even get his number. But you would have died at the sight of him, shorty! He's twice as big as ME! And last night he...he and I...oooooohhh Ken it was incredible!"
Xerxes hugged himself and spun in a circle.
"Do you think I'm in love?"
"I wouldn't really know," Ken muttered into his coffee.
Xerxes smiled at him.
"Don't worry, shorty. Next time I see him, I'll introduce you, okay?"
Ken blushed again.
"I..kinda already know him, Xerc."
Xerxes eyes widened.
"You do? Like, how well?"
Ken sighed.
"Pretty well, actually. I was never expecting it, but I guess now that I'm old enough, I-"
"Oh Jesus, it's almost one! I've got training with the guys!" Xerxes cried. He grabbed a pre-made protein shake from the fridge.
"Listen, um, if you run into him today, give him my number and tell him about the bodybuilding club, will you? God, the guys are gonna go ape-shit over this fox! I didn't even know foxes could GET that big! Gotta run! See ya tonight, shorty!"
Xerxes shut the door behind him. A shard of glass from the windows Ken's door slam had cracked the night before fell from its frame and shattered against the radiator next to the television. Ken watched Xerxes jog toward the gym through the broken panes, then turned to peek into the ruined bedroom again.
"You'll be able to tell him yourself," he murmured.
* * *
Ken tried to clean between classes. He debated claiming the damage was due to a break-in, but decided it would raise too many questions. He gingerly removed the shattered windows, piece by piece. He yelped when the last one sliced his finger. Within a heartbeat, the cut was gone. Ken blinked. Health insurance had just become obsolete.
After sweeping up the rest of the glass from the floor and running the vacuum just to be sure, Ken confronted the bedroom. There was little he could do. The damage was too extensive, most of it to major furniture. He changed the sheets to cover the scratches.
"Dr. Hart in physics would have a field day with me," he muttered. "I could write a graduate thesis on my experiences defying the principle of conversion of mass. All that muscle has to go SOMEWHERE when it's not on me. It can't have been converted to energy. I'd have woken up in a frickin crater."
Xerxes would be at the gym until sundown. Tonight would be round two, and Ken didn't think he could hide who the godly fox really was through it all. He would have to come out of the lycanthropic closet to Xerxes. Better to do it before the transformation, so that Xerxes could see the proof with his own eyes. His decision made, Ken did a quick Google search and set his watch alarm to go off at moonrise.
* * *
"How big was he? Dude, this guy's gotta be close to the world record for huge. No, I am NOT exaggerating! This is Xerc you're talking to, wolf! You think I can't judge a guy's build accurately? I'm telling you, whoever this fox is, he's our ticket to winning every amateur contest they've invented, if we can just get him on the team!"
Xerxes came through the door when Ken's watch read five minutes to moonrise. He gave Ken a distracted wave and rolled his eyes at the buzzing voice on his phone.
"Yeah, okay, you do that, then. Get your packmates to ask around their off-campus buds. A guy that huge is hard to miss!"
Xerxes hung up.
"Xerc, we need to talk," Ken said. "It's about your crush."
"Yeah?"
Xerxes' tail quivered in anticipation.
Ken took a deep breath. He glanced at his watch.
"Xerc, that was me you slept with last night. I'm the guy you've been raving about all day. I'm the huge fox."
Xerxes frowned.
"That's not funny, Ken."
"You'll have all the proof you need in about three minutes."
"What happens in three minutes?"
"The full moon rises."
"Is that before or after your bicycle turns into a stagecoach?" Xerxes smirked.
"Just wait, Xerc. You'll see."
"I've got studying to do, shorty. I don't mean to be a dick, but this is kinda pathetic. Sorry about the bedroom - though it was worth it." Xerxes muttered under his breath, "If my sleeping with the hottest stud on campus is gonna drive you to this sorta weirdness, I can always go to his place instead."
Xerxes retrieved his economics book from the bedroom. Ken dashed in front of him and planted himself against the front door with his paws cupped in front of him.
"Two minutes, Xerc. Please!"
Xerxes looked down at the pleading canine eyes. He sighed and sat back on the edge of the couch, his book hugged to his bulging chest.
"Hell, I'll stick around just to see what you're gonna pull," he said.
Ken's watch beeped. Ken shut his eyes. He tried to relax and let the change take him. For some reason, he thought it might make things easier, as if shapeshifting was like taking a dump or pushing himself to orgasm. Xerxes gave an exaggerated yawn. Ken opened his eyes and looked down at his still scrawny body.
"I don't get it," he whimpered.
"Are we done?" Xerxes said.
"B-but, last night it DID happen! I was going to the library to offer you some help with your studies and by the time I got there I was...you know..." Ken carved the vague outline of a massive, muscular version of himself in the air with his paws.
"Oh yeah? Then what was the last thing I read?" Xerxes challenged.
"Chapter Eleven, Section One: Basic Principles of a Nash Equilibrium," Ken answered.
Xerxes hesitated, then flipped open his book and found the page. He glanced at Ken with an uncomfortable expression.
"Doesn't mean anything. You're smart. You could've guessed, or snuck a look in my book any time between last night and now."
"You were sitting in a beige chair with navy blue stripes. You asked who I was and I said I was your new study partner. The moon was shining into the windows behind you and I'd never seen you so beautiful before," Ken said. His eyes suddenly widened. "The moon!"
He whirled, grabbed the door, and whipped it open. The full moon was just peeking over the treetops on the eastern quad of the campus, but it was already bright enough to cast Ken's shadow. A shadow that instantly began to grow larger.
Xerxes dropped his book in shock. Ken groaned, his voice quavering, breaking into a much lower range. But it didn't sound as though the fox were in pain. If anything, they were groans of pleasure. Ken's body rippled and writhed under his shirt. Xerxes gulped hard.
His ears picked up a strange, wet stretching and snapping. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was. Ken's body was stacking on muscle so fast that the growth was actually audible, as the cells of his muscles tore and reformed larger, over and over, at a record pace. Ken had started to fill out his oversized clothes. Already, his biceps pressed firmly against his shirt sleeves, and the back of his pants were taught to an athletic, sculpted rump and thighs.
Ken shuddered as his hair crept down his back, almost platinum. He swished it to the side as he turned to smile at Xerxes, whipping off his glasses to fix him with a magnetic gaze.
"Believe me now?"
His voice grew deeper with each word. The moon rose higher, and Ken got bigger. He dropped his glasses and gasped, mouth open, as the full moon's light pumped raw power into his skinny frame. His knuckles bunched under the skin, thickened, sprouted steel-bound tendons that pulsed along the back of his paws to meet his swelling forearms. Visible bulges of muscle started to separate themselves along his arms, the cuts appearing as faint lines at first, then growing more solid as the different muscles pulsed bigger.
They stretched the fox's skin and fur taught as a balloon. Ken panted hard. He opened his eyes again and took a step toward Xerxes. The two were the same size, now. Xerxes put an incredulous paw out to touch Ken's thick pecs.
"K..Ken?" he whispered.
"I can explain," Ken started to say, then arched his back with a cry that might have been an orgasm.
Xerxes hugged the fox protectively, but then quivered and melted as he felt the real transformation begin between his arms. Ken's swelling body forced his arms wider and wider apart. Ken's groans dropped by a full octave, then two, swelling with volume until they rivaled a subwoofer. Ken hugged Xerxes back.
The tiger writhed in a pair of arms that began to press against him like a vice being tightened. He could feel the biceps thickening like bread dough, the chest and lats swelling outward with each of the fox's breaths, but not retreating back again when he exhaled, only pulsing larger and larger. Ken's pecs began to devour his shirt as they rolled upward and outward like a pair of colliding tectonic plates, swelling so fast they pulled the cloth inward between them.
Xerxes quivered. A sharp rending of cloth split the air. Ken's shirt, pulled by his expanding pecs from the front, was too small to contain his equally swelling back. The mountains of his shoulder blades burst through the back of his shirt, tearing it down the center, leaving raw cloth fibers criss-crossing a heaving, bulging landscape. Ken bared prehistoric sized fangs, gritting his teeth for the final onslaught.
His height soared by two feet, smearing Xerxes's face along his massive pecs until it came to rest on the top of his new shredded abs. His paws expanded to the size of frying pans, thrust two inch long black claws from the tips. Xerxes eeped at a pair of gunshots - the side seams of Ken's jeans exploding outward as two thick pear-shaped surges of flesh along the sides of his thighs forced them open.
"Hrrrrrrrrnnnghhh!" Ken thundered. "Feels...so....GOOD!"
He crushed the moaning tiger against him. Venice University's star bodybuilder vanished from sight as Ken's massive arms surrounded him completely. Ken tilted his head back and ROARED to the ceiling, the sound something that should have come from a lion rather than a fox.
Xerxes felt tears on his own cheeks. His pants were soaked, and stank of cum. He raised an awestruck face to look between the bulging mountain range of Ken's pecs, up at the face of the man who'd fucked him beyond heaven the night before. The godly fox smiled down at him.
"Trick or treat," Ken boomed.
They both burst into side-splitting laughter, though Ken's sounded like the booming bass of some cartoon villain. Xerxes ran wondering paws over Ken's pecs. He slid his paws up a bovine thick neck. Ken murred, trembling Xerxes's body. His big paws squeezed the tiger's firm ass.
"C'mere, shorty," Xerxes purred.
Last night, Xerxes had been banged by a hot, if anonymous stranger. Tonight, both of them knowing the fox's secret, there was nothing held back. The pent-up passion in Ken took Xerxes's breath away, and not just because the fox's new-found strength forced the tiger bodybuilder to kiss back with everything he had. Xerxes felt a lump of sympathy in his throat for all the teasing he'd given Ken over the term. The half-flirtatious comments, the deliberate undressing in sight of the fox as he tried to study. Well, Xerxes would make it up to Ken tonight.
Xerxes let his lust rule him. He gnawed against Ken's cheek with his long fangs, slurping it with his tongue. Ken snarled in pleasure. His next words brought Xerxes back to rock hardness in seconds.
"How do I pose?"
Xerxes showed Ken. The humungous fox copied the tiger's stance, and then swing his huge arms upward. Xerxes clapped a paw to his forehead, claws running though his striped fur in disbelief at the size of Ken's arms.
"Jesus fucking christ, shorty!" Xerxes said. He reached out and squeezed one of the mountainous peaks in both paws. "God, I'd KILL to have biceps like this!"
Ken murred and curled his lip back in pride. He squeezed the muscle hard.
"Lick it, kitty."
Ken's voice boomed the command and Xerxes obeyed without question. Soon the tiger was groaning again, feasting on the entire arm, his mouth slavering over every inch of the monstrous bulges. Ken obliged as best he could. It took him a few moments to figure out how to make his arm muscles dance, and he found a new appreciation for Xerxes' posing practice.
Xerxes pulled away suddenly. He panted, his ears low. Ken furrowed his huge brow.
"Xerc? What's the matter."
Xerxes blushed.
"It's just kinda embarrassing, short-I mean-Ken. I'm so big, people assume I'm a top."
Ken rested his meaty forearms on Xerxes's traps with a smile.
"It doesn't make you any less manly, you know."
He drew the tiger against his immense pecs.
"Must be frustrating," Ken went on in a bewitching tone, "wanting a big strong male to dominate you, to pleasure you the way you've always dreamed of being pleasured, when you're the biggest male on campus."
He felt Xerxes shudder in his arms. The tiger's tail curled into a half knot and his big toes dug themselves into the carpet.
Ken's long deadly claws shredded through Xerxes's tee shirt in passion. He could hear the thunder of the tiger's heartbeat, feel the pulse of his blood through his body, smell the tiger's own scent under the dried sweat from his workout and the acrid chemical stench of his deodorant. Xerxes's moan echoed down Ken's throat when they kissed hard. Ken gripped Xerxes's firm ass in one great fist.
"What's it like, knowing I'm bigger than you? Stronger than you?" Ken snarled into Xerxes ear.
His words pulled a direct line on the tiger's cock. It throbbed, still hidden, against Ken's solid abs. Xerxes nuzzled against his huge chest.
"You won't tell the guys, will you?"
Ken nuzzled the tiger.
"They wouldn't believe any of this if I did, kitty."
Xerxes mewed as Ken scooped him up in those incredible arms.
"Now," Ken rumbled, "why don't you tell me all your little muscle fantasies?"
They tumbled into bed. The bunks groaned in their solid steel frames, as if protesting that they couldn't take another beating. Xerxes helped Ken take off the remains of his pants. Shredded denim littered the floor like graffiti. Xerxes tongue lolled at the sight of Ken's brand new foxhood. A clear drop of tiger drool hit a shaft almost as thick as his wrist. Ken murred, his feral eyes narrowed in a smile.
"Wanna taste?"
Xerxes gulped.
"Man, I dunno if it'll fit!"
Ken's paw grabbed the back of his head.
"Make it fit!"
Xerxes eyes watered over the initial pain of taking a throbbing log of flesh into his mouth and throat, but he clenched his paws against Ken's massive thighs, wrestling his gag reflex into submission. The slick, massive shaft plunged nearly to his voice box, and Ken's eyes fluttered shut at the way Xerxes's moans thrummed down his cock. Rough tiger tongue scraped across his flesh as if Xerxes were sanding plywood. It was like sucking off a cucumber. Their whines and moans synchronized, an erotic chorus that both worked to keep singing in time.
Ken's will broke first. He yanked the tiger off his shaft. His giant chest heaved and flexed as he panted. Xerxes smirked at him.
"What'sa matter, big guy?"
He rolled over on top of the huge fox so that his sculpted, striped back was to Ken. He ran his paws teasingly down his lower back and across the bubbles of his glutes.
"You lookin for this?"
Xerxes swayed his tail away from the crack and arched his back to push his ass upward while he lowered his belly and chest, hugging the twitching fox shaft with his arms and squeezing it with his biceps while he rolled his tongue between Ken's sloshing oranges.
Ken's cock gave a mighty surge, half bucking the tiger's entire body off as it fired precum into the ceiling of the bunk above them like a cannon. Ken gave an almighty ROAR. His shaking huge paws had both sides of the mattress in a death grip, and as Xerxes watched, his biceps swelled and he ripped the mattress in half lengthwise. Springs poked loose with musical tings of vibrating metal.
Xerxes slowly turned his head to smirk coyly at the ravenous, lustful muscle monster, then dove off the bed and started to sprint naked for the door. The floor shook as the werefox gave chase. Xerxes got as far as the door before he was pulled backward clear off his feet and crushed in an embrace that could bend steel.
Ken slammed the tiger belly first to the wall half a foot off the floor. Xerxes had just enough time for a quick inhale and exhale, as if preparing to bench press. Then Ken was inside of him, spearing him through the ass all at once. Xerxes could handle the pain. He'd given himself worse in the gym, and the pain of that hungry python forcing the walls off his ass wide like Moses in the Red Sea was nothing compared to the explosion of raw heaven when the torpedo tip punched into his prostate.
Xerxes roared. Ken roared. He scrubbed the wall with Xerxes's body as his huge hips bucked, abs rippling and snapping into the sharp fucks that made Xerxes claw at the door frame. Ken backed up, the tiger skewered on his shaft and grinned. He grabbed the upper doorframe and started to slowly pulse with his glutes. Xerxes was fucked in midair between the bedroom and the sitting room. The tiger reached back and gripped Ken's bulging thighs so he could press himself backward into each pulse of Ken's cock.
"Ahhh! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" Ken moaned. The tiger was squeezing his shaft right when the tip of his cock pulled backward from his prostate, like a farmer's fingers milking a cow's tit. Each squeeze drove him closer.
Xerxes stared at nothing with half-lidded eyes, all his concentration on his ass and the divine thick member he was worshiping with it. His own cock was like a brick, so hard it was numb when he gripped it and started to stroke.
"Ohhh no you don't, kitty," came a deep snarling murr.
Another hand, twice his size, enveloped his shaft. Xerxes hugged the huge muscular arm, gasping, eyes squeezing shut. Once. Twice. Three times. Four times. Xerxes counted the fucks as if they were reps he was doing in the gym. They made six.
"Nnnnnnngh, c'mon, more!" Xerxes begged.
Eight fucks, and both males were ready to collapse from the pressure to cum. Ken's huge body shook, his powerful muscles swollen with the effort to hold back. He could feel his biceps and lats pressing against the doorway.
"Two more, Ken! DO IT! C'MON!"
They made ten, and then they died. Xerxes felt as if his heart would stop. All he could do was sink his fangs into Ken's huge forearm as he screamed in rapture. He faintly heard the top of the bedroom doorway crack as Ken's paws held it for dear life while he flooded Xerxes's ass with half a gallon of fox jism.
They collapsed into a moaning heap half in and out of the bedroom. Xerxes couldn't even move. The afterglow was just too delicious for his muscles to respond. He lay on a mattress of fox muscle and waited for his brain to find his body again. A lewd grin rose on his muzzle as he felt the slowly softening shaft within his ass. Like a slippery, thick snake, backing out of a burrow.
* * *
Xerxes woke to the pleasant feeling of sore muscles from head to toe. His first thought was to try and make it to the kitchen for a protein shake before he got too stiff. He gazed up at the top of the bedroom door. It lay half torn from the wall, propped against the left side of the frame. Something writhed under his back and started to push against it.
"Xerc! Gerroff!"
Xerxes chuckled and rolled onto his side so Ken wouldn't suffocate beneath his weight. The little fox hugged him from behind and nuzzled his thick back. To his own surprise, Xerxes felt a purr rise in his throat and gave Ken a slow flex of his back muscles.
"Mmmmmm," Ken murred.
Xerxes guided Ken's little paws up to his pecs. He felt Ken tremble and start to massage them with slow reverence. The fox paused.
"You don't mind?"
Xerxes purred as he rolled to face Ken. They lay gazing at each other, naked on the floor. Xerxes bent forward and slowly licked Ken between his eyes.
"I had my muscle fantasy," he said. "Now it's your turn."
He pulled an incredulous little fox into his arms to kiss him deep and hard. He felt Ken respond instantly and chuckled.
"Jesus, shorty, that thing spring-loaded or something?"
Ken blushed. Xerxes gave him a reassuring hug and they sat up in each other's arms.
"Say, Ken?"
Ken looked up at Xerxes. The tiger gave a shameless grin.
"When's the next full moon going to be?"