A Little Reflection
A Little Reflection
Chet slowly looked around the large, comfortable house that he shared with his mate, Hero. The house was very quiet, since his mate was at the office trying to get some extra work done. He sat in the reinforced couch and grabbed the remote with the oversized keys, for furry fingers, and switched on the TV. A slight smile emerged on his muzzle as he noticed what was on the set. The latest Mr. Furlympia contest was being broadcast, so he decided to watch it. In truth, many of his friends thought that he could easily win the show if he were allowed to compete. This always made him blush shyly but then he also knew that he couldn't compete since he was not a professional bodybuilder. He sat and watched as the huge competitors paraded on the stage showing off their hard work and dedication. Chet gave a soft nicker and snort of appreciation for each of the men as they worked through their carefully choreographed routines. Between the rounds, he got up and headed off to the bedroom for a moment. Or at least that was his plan.
On the way to the bedroom, Chet thought again about what his friends think. He stopped in front of the full length, wall-sized mirror on the closet door. He looked at his reflection and tried to see what his friends did. His own mind was usually clouded by self-doubt, and his reflection was distorted by that, but he stared at his body, without looking at his own eyes. A soft nicker emitted from his muzzle, causing his midsection to tighten slightly. He put his hand to the narrow waist and slowly caressed the flat abdominal wall. His fingers moved up and slid over the forming, chiseled mounds of muscle as they etched deeper, still completely flat with none of the bloating that he saw in the bodybuilders in the professional circuit. He continued to flex his midsection as the abs molded exactly as he told them to do, obeying their master's will. He murrred softly next as he flexed harder, his midsection pulling tighter as he crunched slightly forward, bringing his flank muscles into play. They instantly tightened, forming rigid fingers of finely etched muscle, angling downward to make his waist seem even narrower. His fingers were still roaming up and down his chiseled abs as he let out a soft snort, showing a little build up of arousal, still nothing visible in his sheath.
Chet held the muscles tightly for an incredible amount of time. Most other bodybuilders couldn't hold this pose for even half this time because of the acid buildup in the muscle, but Chet's muscles were ... well, they were from a different universe it would seem. He looked further down his body, past his bulging sheath and sizable orbs, and noted his thighs. They were thickly muscled tree trunks without him even flexing, and already showed the four separate muscle groups that made up the quadriceps. He knew that once they were flexed, they would show another dimension of definition. He put a hoof forward lightly, and set it firmly to the ground. Then he wiggled the thigh muscle from side to side a couple of times. Then instantly, the muscle formed and stopped any and all movement once Chet flexed it hard. The deepest cuts ever seen through a quad muscle, shredding the four muscles deeply, appeared immediately. Not only that, but Chet watched as the thinnest cross-striations rippled across the inner and outer teardrop of the muscle group. Thick veins ran down the length of his inner thigh from his sheath to about ¾ of the way down to the knee; the outer sweep of the muscle still only giving a small notion of the stallion's deep, massive power. He moaned softly as another muscle suddenly began to make an appearance; his shaft began to emerge from his sheath. He blushed deeply, but didn't look at his face, still trying to take in his own body to see what his friend's ... and his mate ... saw. As he held the pose, the muscle actually appeared to be getting harder and harder; veins appearing over more and more of the huge expanse.
Staring down at the thickly-developed muscle in the mirror, Chet let out another soft snort, his nostrils flared slightly, picking up the scent of his mounting arousal. He released the pose, and wiggled the quad muscle yet again, then with total control over the huge mass, he flexed, and instantly it ceased all motion, ripping to shreds before his eyes, even more vascularity becoming evident through the thin, tight, bronzed/chestnut hair. The muscle was so clearly defined and fully developed, the outer sweep now revealed still only a glimpse of the sheer power in the stallion's quadriceps. Further down his leg rested his calf muscles. With just the slightest change to the angle of his hoof, he tightened those chiseled muscles slowly, making them first bulge, then ripple. He seemed to be thinking about something. Indeed, he must have been thinking about how those thick bulges resembled the bodybuilders on the professional circuits. Then the slightest of grins crossed his muzzle as that bulge became utterly shredded mass, even thicker, and harder, and larger than before. Gods, that stallion was teasing himself by only showing a flex in mid-stream. ... And it was working too. Chet looked back up at his sheath as his soft, thick length slithered out.
He turned next to the side, and continued to look at his legs in the mirror. He slightly bent his closer leg, and then as he positioned himself, the sinews in his massive quads rippled. He had such impossible control over every sinew in every muscle. A long, deeply-etched line of muscle became evident along the length of his quad's outer sweep. Below the knee he noticed just how huge his calf bulged. It almost looked like the bottom of the muscle had teeth, they were so shredded!
He flicked his tail slightly and nickered softly to himself, nostrils flared a little bit still taking in the scent of arousal. He looked at his growing length. It was still soft, but visibly pulsing, hoping to find relief in the near future. Chet resisted the urge, the need to caress the equine appendage, ... for now at least. He looked further up at his upper body. This is the part of most muscle furs that gets the most attention. So many admirers stare at the arms. Chet had always admired the ab muscles on muscle furs. He once again turned his attention to his own midsection, and nickered softly. They were STILL flexed in the same manner that they were when he last looked. He hadn't released the pose! Veins had surfaced in more areas along the perfectly-defined midsection. He felt the blush grow hot on his cheeks as he realized that this length of pose was literally unheard of among muscle furs. Still, he didn't relax the muscles. He touched the rock hard, and flat wall of muscle, as his fingers lightly brushed over the mounded bricks. This made his thick, pulsing length rise half way up, then drop back down again, hanging there bobbing heavily until the next pump. Chet softly murrrrred at the arousal. He looked further up, and above his perfect abs sat the thick slabs of muscle that made up his chest. He looked at them in the mirror. They sat there, unflexed, but even still, they were already ripped. The separation between the upper and lower pecs was astoundingly clear. The overall display formed huge, hemi-globed slabs of rock. Literally, Chet slapped his fist against his left chest muscle. Even with his astonishing strength, and the unflexed muscle, nothing moved at all. A thick thud sound reverberated throughout the whole room, and Chet grunted softly. Then, he bounced that massive pec muscle once. With that slightest movement, the entire muscle shredded impossibly deep. To think, that wasn't even half-flexed.
He shrugged next, as his huge, thick deltoids lifted, and rippled, showing the cleanest, and hardest mass of muscle capping those tremendous arms. The three heads of his deltoids were clearly visible, even when he was standing still. A few small veins riddled over the muscled caps.
Chet looked down at his whole body, and chuffed softly. His arousal had stayed at bay, but this view brought it once again back to life, and the thick length rose further up, and slapped against his belly, and already half-way up his thick chest. It was just now beginning to grow harder, and thicker, ... still getting longer. He groaned at the feel of this arousal. One more muscle lay unviewed to this point. He lifted both his arm out to his sides, and looked over at them one at a time. He tightened his fists slowly. This brought each of the cables in his forearms to life slowly. Finally, the muscles bulged, and writhed with incredible definition. Thick veins snaked their way through the entire expanse of sinew. Even without curling his arm, his biceps had both split along the top of the muscle showing the deepest separation between the twin heads ever seen. His massive, horseshoe triceps hung heavily, but fully in control under that huge stallion's arm. Once again, his huge, thick stallionhood lifted and slapped hard against his chest, now just below his muzzle, teasing him with a thick dollop of precum at the slightly flared head. This time, it stayed there as he flexed his massive chest just enough to hold that thick pole steady there. He watched the muscle sinews in the mirror as they worked up and down that huge stallion shaft, stroking the length. Suddenly, Chet started to curl his arms, making the biceps muscles rise, grow thicker, harder, the deep split between the two heads of the muscle filling in with mass. The huge, hard muscle pushed the thick vein up against the tight skin and hair, making the vein clearly visible, almost like it was going to come through the skin. It continued to rise higher, harder, thicker, each sinew clearly visible, but molding together to form the hardest biceps muscle ever seen on a stallion. He let out a soft whinny, his ears perked to the rampant applause from the Furlympia show on TV in the other room.
Chet next turned his attention to the slowly flaring head now at his muzzle height. He licked his lips softly, then leaned his muzzle forward, and wrapped his soft, velvety lips around the tender, pulsing head, his tongue slid down past his lips, and stroked the underside of the pulsing length, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. His tail twitched and flicked. Every muscle still remained perfectly flexed. He then caught a glimpse of his eyes in the mirror and blushed deeply. He realized that he had aroused himself with the display of his own body. Was this to be a source of shame, embarrassment, ... or pride? He was confused.
In the brief silence there, he heard a slow rip come from behind. He turned and his member spurted a huge wad of precum up to the ceiling as it fell from his muzzle. Behind him, Chet now saw the image of his mate. Hero, was standing there, his own chest heaving lustily, breathing deep, but evidently on the cusp of erupting with his own arousal. Hero was now nude, and Chet looked down at the floor, only to see the stallion's trademark overalls, shredded to pieces. He looked back up to his mate and saw the thing that created that pile of fabric rubbish. Hero's massive stallion pole pulsed, fully erect, and gloriously impressive.
"Well, my boy, you have to pay for doing that to my favourite overalls. How would you like to pay?" Hearing the blunt question, Chet simply blushed deeply, and shuffled his hoof, then he turned to his mate full-on and nickered softly.
"I still have one trick left up my ... errr, non-sleeve." With that, Chet unflexed his biceps, and brought those powerful arms downward, forcefully out in front of his body. Every single sinew on that stallion's body writhed and threatened to shred his tight skin to pieces as the most unbelievable most-muscular pose emerged. This view drove Hero's lust through the roof. He snorted, and pawed the ground with his hoof, and tossed his thick mane. Chet held the pose teasing his massive partner. Then he relaxed that pose and turned showing Hero his back, He flicked his tail, and looked over his shoulder. Then suddenly, the horse rump flexed, forming unbelievable, chiseled mounds of pure muscle. Hero squealed and pawed the floor again "OHHH YOU'RE EVIL!"
In one pounce, Hero lunged at the smaller stallion, and pressed his huge erection against the chestnut stud's back. Chet pressed back against his partner, murrring softly. Hero backed up just enough to press his massive head against Chet's rump. He thrust forward and squealed, almost whimpering "oh come on, you tease! Let me in!"
Chet giggled, "You've gotta try harder, stud." Hero snorted and pinned his ears, thrusting harder, and pushing Chet against the wall. At that point, Chet released the muscles tightness, and lifted his tail higher, and to the side. Hero murrrred deeply in Chet's ear, and nipped gently at his mane as the thick golden rod slid home steadily. Hero controlled himself, despite being hugely aroused by Chet's earlier displays. He pulled his length back slightly to tease his mate's tight, muscular tail hole. Chet murrred and tossed his mane softly at the warm feeling of his mate's tenderness. Hero pushed his length further inside his mate's tight tunnel, murrring deeply and nipping at Chet's powerful neck muscles. Chet guided his mate's hands around to his rippling abs, then he couldn't help himself any longer, he moved his muzzle to his throbbing shaft and sucked on the fully-flared head, leaning further forward to take in more of the huge thickness. Precum erupted from both of their shafts, already more than enough to fill both spaces, as the creamy liquid slipped from Chet's tight lips, and his tight, filled rump.
Hero nickered and chuffed, nibbling at Chet's ear softly, as he pushed his thickness deeper into the tight stallion. At long last, he felt his entire length deep inside his mate's tunnel, his huge orbs pressed against Chet's muscular rump. Chet moaned softly from around his own shaft, and then Hero grunted as he felt Chet's incredibly strong tail hole muscles tighten, begging Hero's member to go deeper. Of course there was no more length to offer, but the muscles milked Hero's huge pole hungrily, then relented, then clenched and pulled hungrily again, then relaxed, allowing the golden stallion to pull his length back slowly, the sheer thickness rubbing against Chet's sensitive areas. Chet noisily sucked on his spurting member, and then suddenly he moaned. His entire length bulged thicker, his eyes widened as he braced for the eruption. Brought on by his mate's stimulation, Chet exploded his seed into his muzzle, taking the massive load hungrily. At the same time as his orgasm, his rump muscles clenched tightly and milked his mate's erection. Hero whinnied loudly at the feeling of this clench, and his own huge gusher urged forth flooding Chet's tunnel easily. Hero grunted and pushed past Chet's clenched muscles slightly. This drove Chet's orgasm into a massive overdrive. He came again, this time so hard that his erection blew completely out of his clenched muzzle, and splattered all over the ceiling in the room. A thick coating of cream hung from the ceiling. It was so thick that it literally stuck to the plaster. Hero noticed this, and grunted, bucking his hips hard and cumming with just as much power, forcing Chet's tightly-clenched rump a foot off the thick length. The thick spooge flowing out of the stallion's rump, forming pools of cream on the floor, which Chet's hooves began to absorb. The two stallions remained together until the orgasms finally subsided about half an hour later. The room was literally coated in their seed.
Gasping for breath, Chet turned to the golden stallion and blushed deeply. "Gee, ... was it really worth it? Or maybe it would be easier for me to buy you some new overalls."
Hero nipped the smart-allecky stallion's shoulder and snorted "It was worth it. And ... you still have to go buy the overalls!"
Well, that's it for this little tale. Hope you'll cum back again 