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The Bigger Bull

Part 1

By MaantaaBeast

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Redd's breath pumped out of his chest as he lifted the barbell. His muscular arms shook, sweat coursing through his fur. The bull weathered through the pain of the last lift, a tank-top plastered to his chest, gym shorts doing little to conceal the shape of his thick legs, or hefty equipment between them. He set the barbell back on its rack and lay on the bench, body splayed out for all the gawking gym-goers to enjoy.

He loved the way the other men looked at him, how much bigger and stronger they knew he was. But as he lifted his head, the gawkers were slowly losing interest, instead looking at something behind him.

"Hey there little steer." A deep, confident voice said.

Redd's blood boiled. It was Terrell, one of two people at this gym who could match Redd in size. Or rather, beat him. He looked up at the broad snout and massive shoulders of his rival. "I was just finishing." He muttered.

"I can wait." Terrell stood leisurely by the bench press, drinking in all the admiring eyes. Redd got up and took a half-hearted wipe at the sweat he left behind him.

"All yours."

Terrell patted him on the shoulder hard enough to knock him forward. The bigger bull pulled off his shirt, revealing the boulder-like physique beneath, curves and pillars of what had to be hundreds of pounds of muscle. His shoulder-blades crested heavy beside his spine, his arms as wide as trees, the veins showing faintly beneath his dark fur. Redd tried not to look below the waist of his shorts, but Terrell wore a size too small, leaving his big ass hugged by the fabric, and a distinct bulge pressing forward on the other side.

Redd had to turn away so nobody would see his own dick starting to get hard. He stomped away in frustration, but not before watching Terrell stack another few weights onto the barbell.

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Redd sat in the corner of the gym for a few minutes, trying to cool down before he finished his workout. But every jostling of the weights on Terrell's barbell sent a new breath of anger through Redd. Why did that fuck have to show him up all the time? Why couldn't Redd be the bigger one?

The gym door opened, and Redd looked up at the sound of heavy, plodding footsteps. The floor shook slightly at every impact, as an enormous crocodile sauntered in, followed shortly by a little fox. The crocodile, Otis, had been coming to the restaurant Redd worked at for the last couple of weeks. They'd had a few chance meetings at the gym, but not much came of them. Truth be told, Redd was intimidated by the giant reptile in a way he'd never been before. Sure, Otis was nice, but he was also a mountain of scales, fat, teeth, and despite first appearances, muscle. His overfed tail swished lazily behind him, and his doughy neck shook as he sat his bulk down near Redd. Otis wore a shirt that rode up the expanse of his belly, clinging to the heavy rolls on either side, and shorts that slipped down easily to show the top of his round, soft ass.

A chubby fox followed him in, nestling up next to Otis as the crocodile gathered the two biggest medicine balls the gym had to offer. "Well hey," Otis finally looked up and noticed Redd staring. The bull wasn't the only one, of course; Otis drew the attention of nearly everyone, though more often in astonishment than envy, "it's my favorite bovine." His voice came with a warm rumbling, like an earthquake.

"His name's Redd." The fox, Marion, reminded him.

"But his fur's brown." Otis protested. "Well, Rusty I guess. But since he's so meaty, let's just go with Ribeye."

Redd's cheeks flushed under his fur. This crocodile had a habit of teasing people, and Redd couldn't bring himself to tell him to quit it. "Hey Otis."

"What are you doing in the corner here?" Otis sniffed his way with a smile. "Aren't you gonna keep working up that beefy sweat?"

"Maybe later. The weights are all being used." He said sullenly.

Marion leaned backward to see past the crests of fat on Otis' back. "Whoa." A little shine came to his eyes. "What a bull." He stared eagerly at Terrell's flexing chest as the big hunk of meat let out a deep huff, the barbell held high above him.

Redd caught himself glowering at Marion. It was stupid to get mad at the fox for wanting Terrell instead of him; clearly, Marion preferred the biggest guy in the room. Redd only noticed that Otis was watching him when the crocodile started to lift the medicine balls with hefty grunts. Otis' eyes pried into him, and he felt suddenly like a book being flipped through. "You know," Otis began, casually, "if you want some help, Marion and I would love to pack some more meat on you."

Redd was at a loss for words. He just looked down in embarrassment. His attempts at keeping his arousal down were shot with this barn of a crocodile talking about Redd's 'meat'.

By now, Terrell had finished his set and was leaning over one of the other men, a lithe little otter, chatting and subtly flexing his big muscles. But Redd noticed that Terrell wasn't really looking at the otter. Instead, he was trying to sneakily ogle Otis and Marion, his eyes groping at Otis' fat rolls and meaty chest, and Marion's chubby thighs and soft, furry shoulders.

Otis wrapped an arm around Marion's chest, catching the fox before he could slip away and saunter over to Terrell. Otis' forearm alone would have been broader than Marion, if not for the fox's cute belly. "Now hold on, foxy boy." Otis rumbled in his ear. "We're not done here." He plucked Marion up with just one hand and pressed him down on his other arm. Marion wrapped his legs around Otis' forearm and hung on tight while the crocodile resumed his bicep curls, now with an extra two-hundred and something pounds of limp, blissfully smiling fox. "I mean it, Ribeye." Otis' face softened at Redd, shiny white teeth on display. "You're pretty big, but I think you'd look good if you were a lot bigger. Why not take this big croc's help?"

Redd was quiet for a second, unsure quite what Otis meant. His nerves got the better of him. "I'm just gonna finish my set."

Redd got up and walked back to the bench-press. If Otis was offering him steroids, he wasn't interested, but as heavy as Otis was, he didn't seem to be on anything like that. Redd had heard once that crocodiles never stopped growing, so whatever Otis did to get that big probably wouldn't work for Redd anyway.

When he got to the bench, he found it drenched in Terrell's sweat. "Ah sorry there, Redd. Completely blanked my mind, you need me to wipe that down for you?" Terrell asked with a smile.

"It's fine." Redd wadded up his towel and wiped the bench down, resisting a frustrating little urge to take a deep whiff of that musky, masculine smell. He looked at the weights. It was well past what Redd was used to lifting, but the thought of taking the extra weight off in front of Terrell made him furious. So, he lied back and gripped the bar.

"You should probably go a little lighter." Terrell stepped over to him. "Think it's more than you can handle."

"I can handle myself, Terrell." Redd's brow furrowed deep when the bigger bull refused to leave, standing over him.

"Just let me spot you, little steer." Terrell planted his feet and didn't seem to notice just how much he was pressing his hips forward, leaving the outline of his big, heavy equipment on the edge of Redd's vision, only a thin layer or two of fabric between it and Redd's snout.

Redd grabbed the bar and pressed up to free it from the supports. The audience might well have been watching him strain and struggle, but it was Terrell who had Redd's attention: he was looking up and down Redd's body, probably taking in the smaller muscles beneath his sweaty, clinging shirt. Something seemed to interest him. "What?" Redd asked, before taking a breath and tensing his forearms.

"Nothing." Terrell said quietly, finally taking his eyes off him.

Redd lifted the bar, and didn't want to admit his mistake when the weight first hit him, but as his shuddering arms lowered the bar to his chest, he couldn't imagine actually getting it back in place above him. That didn't stop him from trying, not with Terrell lording over him like this. Redd's arms trembled, his core tensed painfully, and he couldn't make it the last few inches, feeling one end of the bar tip dangerously to the side, starting to pull it down on him.

"Careful!" Terrell's big hands gripped the bar and held it, his knees bending to take the weight. He grunted and slowly pulled it away from Redd's panting chest and neck. "That was a little close." Terrell set the bar in its place and offered a hand to help him get up off the bench. "You okay?"

"Yes." Redd brushed Terrell off, shoving past him and away from all of the concerned people watching. His ears flicked down and burned as he shuffled into the locker room.

How could he be so stupid? Redd knew it was a bad idea, but even now he just wished he could have proved Terrell wrong. The worst of it was that Terrell looked legitimately worried for him; how embarrassing was that? Redd must have seemed so petty to everyone.

Redd balled up his shirt and threw it into his gym bag, followed by his shorts. Standing in just his underwear, he struck a tall and muscular figure, smooth and strong like a statue. But who cared about the second biggest bull around? He sighed, and ran a finger up and down his arm, feeling the warm, sore muscles up to his shoulder. His anger at Terrell was cooling fast, and leaving him just disappointed in himself as he turned to the showers.

He paused as the locker room door opened behind him, and glanced back to see that fox Marion following him in.

"Sorry to intrude." Marion said shyly, stepping up with his own gym clothes

marked by sweat. Though, they only had the intoxicating musk of the big crocodile. "Your neck didn't get hurt back there, did it?" Marion asked.

"No." Redd huffed. He paused and made his face soften at the cute fox. None of this was his doing. "Thanks for checking on me, I guess. Doesn't seem like you need to shower, you've only been here a few minutes."

"I'm not as big on weightlifting as Otis. Or the gym in general, it's kind of pointless for people like us." Marion stepped up close to Red, tilting his snout upwards, past the bull's muscular chest. "Though I do like some of the guys here."

Redd looked down at the fox, a thin white shirt cresting from his chin down past his doughy chest and over the soft fat of his belly. It was all practically begging to be squeezed. "You know, exercising isn't that much about losing weight. I could show you some things if you want?" Redd said. His hand drifted onto Marion's shoulder, and he couldn't help but to rub his thumb just above the fox's chest, flicking under his shirt to feel the soft fur and pressing on his tender muscles.

Marion's head leaned just a little into Redd's touch, and the fox's eyes were shining eagerly. "You can show me lots of things, Redd. Or, do you like 'Ribeye?'"

"That one might take some getting used to." Redd's dick had grown hard, pressing uncomfortably against his underwear. He couldn't deny the name made him hot under the collar, but he didn't usually think of himself as beef.

Marion took a tiny step closer, just enough to brush Redd's bulge with his stomach. "Well I like your name, it's a good one for a bull. But I wasn't talking about being fat, in regards to the gym." The fox talked with a fancy little affect. "I meant that you don't really need to lift weights all the time if you have some magic tricks."

"Right,magic." Redd scoffed. He'd never met a sorcerer before, and this fox didn't quite seem impressive enough. "Is that what Otis meant with his offer?" He asked derisively.

"He doesn't like when I ruin the surprise, but you seemed uncertain about it." Marion reached out and began to trace little lines between Redd's pecs. "What's the harm in giving it a shot? If we're not witches, nothing will go wrong, after all." He smiled sweetly at Redd and nudged his whole body up against the bull's.

"I don't know." Redd huffed.

Marion shrugged. "It's your choice. You don't have to make it right now. But there is another decision that needs your immediate attention."

"And what's that, Marion?" Redd drank up the fox's warm grin.

"Do you want some company in the showers?"

Redd gripped the collar of Marion's shirt and pulled. The fabric, damp with Otis' sweat, clung to Marion's soft chest, tugging at every enticing bit of him. Redd just dropped the shirt on a bench and stared at the shiny white fur covering Marion's front. He gently grabbed Marion's sides, his thumbs stroking the fox's belly as Redd pulled him in close. "Want me to take off those shorts, little fox?"

"Please, Mister Bull." Marion murmured needily.

It took all of Redd's restraint not to tug Marion's underwear roughly down in the same motion, but he managed to slow down and just slip the elastic waistband of the fox's gym shorts away. A pair of cherry red boxer-briefs mingled with the warm orange fur of his legs. Redd toyed with the base of his fluffy tail for a second before reaching down and filling his hands with Marion's warm thighs. "You like when big guys play with you, huh?" His hands brushed against the fox's dick, hard beneath the soft fabric.

"We all have our particular tastes. The bigger the better, as far as I'm concerned." Marion reached around Redd's waist and ever-so-lightly touched his lower back with the tips of his claws.

Redd shivered at the fox's careful, artistic movements. Marion's fingers moved downward at a terrible, tantalizing glacier's pace. "Oh god," Redd blurted before he could stop himself, "lower, Marion."

"So sturdy." Marion rested his face against Redd's chest and teased around his tail, just above the bull's ass. "We're going to get the front of our underwear stained at this rate. I'll take yours off if you take mine."

"A little late for that." Redd's dick was already leaking heavily from the touch of this soft fox.

"Oh well, I suppose we'll just leave them on forever, then."

"Quiet." Redd ordered, and pressed Marion's boxers down, relishing his first real chance to grab his meaty rump. "You're soft, fox."

Marion moved slowly to strip Redd, pressing himself against the bull's crotch so that when he finally released him from the confines of the tight cloth, Redd's thick meat pressed hard into Marion's belly. "Excited?" The fox asked.

"You have no idea." Redd huffed. He hadn't jacked himself off today, and he could feel his dick pulsing hot. He glanced at the locker room door. "But," He wanted to kick himself for having any reservations, "some of the others are probably finishing their sets."

"You know the manager doesn't care what we do in here, the lazy serpent." Marion stepped away, though Redd had to fight the urge to grab him and start humping then and there. "But if you want discretion, come along." He took one of Redd's big hands in his own, their cute black fur contrasting his own russet brown. Marion led him into the showers, but only turned on the one next to them, not the one above.

"They'll still see us." Redd worried.

Marion reached up and put a finger to Redd's big snout. "Trust me." His hand drifted against Redd's neck, fingers playing an intricate pattern on his skin.

Redd couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw small lights arc along the back of Marion's hand, as if following his movements. The shower near them had reached its hottest setting, and steam started to coalesce around their feet.

"The only person you need to think about right now is me." Marion slid his fingers down Redd's stomach, until he could trace them along the length of his dick. The steam curled up along both of them in unnatural columns, until it became so thick and all-encompassing that Redd couldn't see anything except the wall next to him, and the fox whose hand was nearing the bull's foreskin.

"You really can do magic." Redd sputtered.

"Not nearly as good as Otis, but I'm learning." Marion pressed a thumb against the tip of Redd's dick, slathering his fingers in the bull's musky precum. He spread the slickness downward, lathering up the ridge of Redd's skin and pressing slowly down to reveal more of his pink, glistening head. The fox was nearly drooling over it.

Redd managed to move past his surprise enough to grunt. "You like it?"

Marion slowly rubbed Redd's dick up against his own fat belly, painting his white fur with precum and slipping the skin back and forth over the head. "I can't decide what to do with you."

Redd felt the tip of Marion's dick brush against his heavy balls. "Think that snout of yours can handle me?"

Instead of answering, Marion eased himself down onto his knees and breathed on Redd's dick. He slipped out his wide, soft tongue and began to lap at the ridges of his head, each time making Redd's hips shudder and threaten to give out from under him.

"Good fox." Redd gasped. He rested both hands on Marion's head and dug his fingers into the base of his ears. He moved down to massage the back of Marion's neck as the fox dipped his head forward and pulled the first half of Redd's meat into his mouth.

Marion made a muffled, eager sound and slowly pulled more of the bull past his teeth, slipping his tongue back and forth against the sensitive underside.

Every flick of the fox's tongue pushed Redd harder against the edge, to the point that he hunched forward and panted. "You're gonna make me-" He shuddered and couldn't finish the sentence. After all the teasing it had only taken a minute of actual sucking to nearly finish Redd.

But the last couple moves of the tongue didn't come. Marion pulled back, letting Redd's dick stand, hard as iron, twitching, and dripping precum onto the fox's thighs. "I bet you like being big." Marion shifted closer, but ducked his head under Redd's rod.

"Please, stop teasing me you little fox." Redd begged. "Of course I like it."

Marion reached his arms up and cupped Redd's muscle-packed belly. "It's hot, how big you are. You want more though, don't you?"

Redd huffed and resisted the urge to just finish himself off. The thought of being as strong as someone like Otis... or Terrell... made him only more desperate. "I want to be massive."

"All you need to do is ask." Marion brought his hands down to Redd's dick again, using one palm to play with the head and the other hand's fingers to tug the skin down and back.

Redd felt a wet warmth on his balls, and looked down to find Marion slurping them hungrily into his mouth. He sucked and tugged softly, but just insistently enough to send waves of tingling heat up from those kiwi-sized balls and all throughout his hips.

Marion pulled one more time on his dick, and Redd's knees staggered with a jolt of pleasure as he let out a deep, involuntary "Moooo!"

Before he realized it, his feet slipped out from under him and he fell, pulling Marion down onto the shower floor with him. He held the fox's hands in place and bucked his hips, back and forth, his big muscular ass slapping against the tile with each thrust. His hot cum slathered Marion's pretty orange back, leaving him patterned with shiny white stripes.

Marion took one last, good suck on Redd's balls and let them fall, wet, out of his mouth. He licked his snout. "You taste good after a workout, but I wish I didn't let all that bull seed go to waste."

Redd pulled Marion closer to him, far too spent to get up just yet. "Maybe you could get a mouthful next time."

Marion smiled. "Next time?"

"Yeah, after Otis gives me whatever help he's offering." Redd imagined just how excited this giant-loving fox would be once he was even more muscular. "But I'm not gonna leave you hanging." He started to shift down so he could get his snout on Marion's dick. The fox wasn't especially long, but he was girthy in a way that fit well with the rest of his hefty body.

Marion stopped him and instead guided Redd's strong arms down between his soft, furry thighs. "That'll come next time. I want to feel these big, rough hands." He leaned into Redd's chest and let the bull curl his fingers around his sensitive bits. "Just be gentle with me, Mr. Bull. I'm only a little fox."

"This big bull will take good care of you." Redd found his confidence growing, with all of Marion's compliments and attention. He roused his hazy mind and focused on making sure the cute fox got the best handjob Redd could manage.

He kept one hand on Marion's balls. They were surprisingly big for a fox his size, and filled Redd's palm nicely. The bull wasn't very used to moving his fingers delicately, so he kept his touch soft and stuck to fondling. The fox's dick, however, was Redd's to toy with. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, and one by one pressed them hard into the warm meat. Marion started to huff. "You must be pretty revved up." Redd said, letting his breath flow into Marion's ear.

"You smell so good." Marion's nose was buried in Redd's chest.

Redd took a deep breath, filling his own snout with the scent of Marion's fur; some of it was covered by Redd's own musk and the smell of sex, but a warm vanilla waited underneath it. "You smell like cookies."

Marion grinned. "Well you did a pretty good job glazing me, Mr. Bull."

Redd's heart started to heat up, and he returned to the task at hand. "Let me know if you want me to slow down, I can be a little rough."

"Perfect." Marion shifted his hips forward, making sure Redd had full access to his equipment.

Redd started to pump, as far down as he could press between the Fox's thighs, then as far forward as he could pull, each time ending up with his fingers pulling Marion's foreskin well past his head. When Marion started to grip desperately at Redd's back, he stopped at the crest of a pull and started to squeeze and toy with the folds of the fox's skin, precum leaking out to wet his entire hand.

Marion whined, for the first time seeming to genuinely lose himself, his soft body melting against Redd's firm muscles.

"That alright?" Redd asked, letting go of Marion's dick.

"Don't stop, please, Mr. Bull." The fox clung to Redd.

The bull nestled his chin over the back of Marion's head and pressed him tight against his thick, strong torso. He took a few fingers and delved into the wet, warm interior of Marion's foreskin, until he found the slick head of his dick. Marion squirmed at the touch of Redd's calloused fingers inside his most sensitive part. He surrendered completely to the big, powerful bull.

Redd's chest swelled and his voice was solid stone. "You can try to hold on if you want, little fox. But something tells me I can push you over whenever I like." He dragged his fingers up the gentle curve of Marion's head, and when he finally reached the tip, he took his thumb and ran it across the ridge of his foreskin, barely making contact, but the fox's whole body shuddered in response. Redd shut his eyes and basked in the feeling of Marion's warm fat jiggling against him. He never wanted to let this soft body go, and so he kept his movements slow. He reached down to the head of Marion's dick again and repeated the move. Redd kept going, each time making the poor little fox shake even harder than the last.

"Redd." Marion said, just above his breath, the meaning clear but unnecessary with the way his dick was twitching under Redd's hand.

"Good fox." Redd slid his fingers one last time along the head, and moved his other hand to start pumping the base of Marion's dick. Between both hands, he completely covered the fox's meaty spire, and while Marion squeezed his body against Redd's, the bull filled his hands with ribbons of warm cum. Redd helped the fox grind against his body, satisfying all of the heat pouring out of him.

Marion slowly lost the last of his composure, and all the fox's chubby weight pressed down on Redd. The bull lied back on the tile floor.

The spray of the adjacent showerhead wetted the fuzzy spot between his horns. His sore muscles relished the cool touch of the floor, his shoulders relaxed, and he started to count the soft, deep breaths from the fat fox lying on him. He flexed his chest and held Marion there. At least for now, he felt big and strong.

Neither of them bothered to move for a few minutes, not until the heat and sweat between them cooled.

Marion started to get up, but Redd caught him by the side, taking the opportunity to squeeze that fat belly in his hand another time. "Hold on," Redd pulled Marion into the flow of the running showerhead beside them. "Gotta wash all of my stuff off you."

"Unfortunately." Marion sighed, but between his smile and the little shifting of his shoulders and hips, he seemed to enjoy himself as Redd scrubbed his pretty fur clean. Redd's strong fingers spread his soft back like dough, before kneading his ass and thighs.

Marion returned the favor, lavishing every muscle and inch of skin with his gentle hands. Once their fur was clean, the two of them stepped out of the cover of thick steam.

Marion and Redd sat together on the locker room bench, both in their underwear while Redd packed his gym bag, street clothes laid out beside him. Marion wasn't wasting these last few minutes, running his fingers all along the crests and curves of Redd's back, especially around his shoulder blades.

"Otis won't be jealous, will he?" Redd really should have asked that before, but Marion didn't seem bothered.

"We'd never begrudge each other our desires." Marion nestled his chin on Redd's shoulder, looking up at him with big, sweet, amber eyes. "Plus, I bet he'll want to have a taste of you, too."

That big crocodile? Redd's heart sped with excitement at the thought of his huge reptilian body, and concern about being absolutely crushed by it. Thinking of Otis, however, also brought back the embarrassment of his contest with Terrell. Could that crocodile really make Redd the more muscular one? "You're sure he won't mind me changing my mind like this?" He had brushed Otis off earlier.

"It usually takes people a little while, but deep down what you really want makes itself known." Marion said. "Otis understands." He put a hand on Redd's arm, and the fox's eyes were shining with his eager confidence again. "But I want to ask, if you don't mind me prying, what makes you want to be bigger? Not that I'd ever complain, of course." Marion squeezed Redd's muscular chest teasingly.

Redd snorted "Well, it's not like there's much privacy between us left. Alright, if you want to know..."

--- To Be Continued ---