Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor
And here's the first fic of the weekend. I wrote this on my tumblr a small ways back for the.. 2 people that follow it (it's ok, I haven't updated it in ages. I'm just not good at reblogging what everyone else makes).
It's actually pretty tame and doesn't get to the explicit stuff yet but I think it's a good introduction to Leo and what he can do, as you see him start to work his charms on our unsuspecting uh.. let's say 'Hero' for now.
For the uninitiated, Leo the Lifter is a toon in a human world where toons are pretty commonplace. (Think like Roger Rabbit. At least that's how I think about it). At first glance Leo is a typical body builder toon, think like Arnold the Pitbull from Tiny Toons, really top heavy, nothing much going on downstairs. Unlessssss he happens to turn his charms on you as you'll see in the fic below :)
That's Leo the Lifter in a nutshell. He's been a favorite of mine so been doing some fan fics here and there as you'll see, and I've got a couple more in the works. :)
Anyway enjoy and -yes- there will be more, in fact I have the sequel sitting right here in the same folder ready to post but that's going to have to wait til later.
And for those that haven't seen it, here is the big guys pic as render by Cooner that I just tossed uphttp://www.furaffinity.net/view/13302333/
And the last Leo fic I postedhttps://www.sofurry.com/view/640013
Leo the Lifter is Zia McCorgi's character and used with permission
Leo the Lifter - The New Neighbor
I've never been a big fan of toons. Now, don't get me wrong, I was a little kid once too and used to like seeing them perform on the street or watching them every Saturday morning. But the older I get the more I see them as a nuisance. They're always pulling their gags on unsuspecting people and getting in the way. I started up a small juice shop near the university so I get a lot of student customers but they're always talking about toons or bringing one in. I haven't enforced a 'no toon' policy yet but I'm getting close; it's been tiresome pulling toon money out of the till and watch it dance off the counter and out the door.
Then the gym moved in next door. Well, I say moved in but it was always a gym. It was great business for all the big guys that came in wanting protein shakes and fruit smoothies. I even started carrying supplements just for them. But it wasn't always a toon gym. I pulled into work one morning and there it was with a brand new sign. "Leo the Lifter's Gym" it read in big garish letters with a cartoon lion next to them, flexing one arm and grinning wide. I had to admit, it looked pretty good. Most toons were simplistic and... well, toony. This one looked bigger, more defined. I quickly got to see just how defined as the lion himself stepped out while I was admiring the sign.
He was big. Bigger than big, really. That same grin from the sign matched the one on his muzzle perfectly. He towered a solid foot over me and I'm already a pretty tall guy at 6'3". He was wide too; I wasn't sure I'd even be able to get my arms all the way around him. Not that I wanted to, I mean. I was about pec height with him so I got a face full of chest as he stepped into the air. Every muscle on him was firm and curved like it'd been shaped with a... well, I guess being a toon it was correct to say an artist's brush. He'd been drawn that way. Or something. I'd never really been up on how toons were made. But this one had been made well. Not that I was into that sort of thing, mind you. I've had a few on-again off-again girlfriends.
I just couldn't help but notice every perfectly drawn line on him. His pecs were big and bulging, his abs flat and packed, and his arms were as thick as tree trunks. He wore nothing but a pair of tight shapeless speedos that were pretty typical for any muscle toon. He looked like he'd be right at home at a beach or a weight lifting competition. Well, I say shapeless. But I could swear I saw something of a bulge in the front of those things. That wasn't right for a toon, they were all sexless. Just ken-doll style, no bits and maybe a butt crack. I shook myself away from the thought, I mean who needs to think about toons and genitals, and looked up at him, trying to get a good grimace going that never seemed to reach my face.
"Hello," I said, just to be polite. The big lion never quit grinning. He turned his head just so until I could hear an audible pop from his neck then set his hands to his broad hips.
"G'morning, Ah'm Leo tha Lifter," he said with pleasant rumble. He seemed to take a breath and swell just a bit bigger. Was he trying to intimidate me? No no. That would've been silly. Toons didn't do that. "How're ya'll doin' today?"
"Just. J-just fine," I said. I paused. Did I just stutter? I never stuttered. I shook the thought away again and continued with "Yourself?"
Leo's grin widened and he took another deep breath through his nose as he leaned back. Another loud -pop- came from his back. His two golden eyes stared down at me and I swear he was sizing me up like someone sizes up a meal. He even licked his lips softly and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
"Doin fahne, just fahne," he rumbled with a long, slow drawl. His grin turned to a smirk as he reached an immense paw out and clapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Just lookin over mah new establishment," he said with a purr. I tried not to buckle under the light touch. Even from the light pat I could feel the strength hidden in those muscles. Those big, ripped muscles. He could probably have squished me like a bug if he chose. But toons didn't do that! No one ever died of a toon. It was all fun and games and silliness.
"What happened to Mr. Groves?" I asked after a moment. He was the owner of the gym and a... well I hesitate to say nice guy. He had a mouth fouler than a sailor's and had a pretty short fuse. Kind of a scary guy in fact but he always tipped well and never started problems in my shop.
"Oh, tha fellah that kept saying all them dirty words? He's decahded to put his gym under new management, take it in new dahrections" the lion smirked again and took another deep breath. I felt like I was in the shadow of a mountain standing before him, even with the morning sun shining bright on the both of us. It was a bit disquieting and I couldn't look him in the eyes, just down at his big pecs and the pert nipples. Wait.. nipples? Toons usually didn't have those. But each rigid mound had a perfect pink circle poking out from the golden fur. The chest flexed once and I just about jumped.
"Uh, directions?" I asked. The big lion grinned again, he was really good at that, and slid his massive arms up behind his head while he leaned against the building. I half expected the building to start leaning.
"Ayup. More toon clientele, for one," he purred softly. Those big pecs flexed again and the whole broad body tensed up. "Ah like to make toons bigger. Ya'll like big things, don'tcha?" That melodic purr rumbled from his chest again and this time I was absolutely sure I saw the front of his speedo twitch. What had been a smooth, flat surface was now definitely full and conforming to some big goodies. I mean, his groin. I looked away quickly, my face turning red, and made sure no one had seen me staring at some toon's crotch.
"Hmmm?" he purred again, though this time it seemed nearly a growl. I snapped up and looked him in the eye. At least, I thought I tried to but ended up back at those big pink nipples again. Try as I might my eyes never quite reached his eyes.
"Y-yeah. Who doesn't like big things?" came out of my mouth. It wasn't exactly what I'd intended to say but then, I'm not sure what I had intended to say. Maybe that was it afterall? The lion took another long, slow, very deliberate, breath and watched me with those predatory eyes.
"That's what Ah say. Bigger tha better," he purred and just relaxed against his new building. Well, as relaxed as all those big hard muscles could get. My eyes went down to that shapely bulge again. It was ridiculous! Especially on a toon. Seeing all those flat groins so often you just grew used to it. Maybe bigger was better, I thought. The red speedo twitched and, I think, throbbed. It was so thick and full and starting to stretch. He had to be huge. I mean, the rest of him was huge. That didn't really mean much for a human but a toon....
I shook my head again and tried to look up in his eyes again. Got to about his chin that time, anyway, and tried to stammer something about having to open my shop.
"Ah, o'course. Ah shouldn't keep ya from yer business. Though Ah was thinking ya'll might come by sometime, I'd like to give you a nahce, thick protein shake," Leo's grin literally sparkled in the morning light. The big cat stood up slowly and again I felt as if I was in the shadow of some colossus, like looking up at a an office building towering over you. My whole face was red and my knees knocked together. Part of me, a part that had started at the back of my head and was becoming more and more pronounced the longer I stood near Leo, wanted to drop to my knees. Wanted to see what was hiding in that toony speedo. Wanted to get bigger and be big with the lion.
His big hand clapped down on my shoulder and those thoughts evaporated as quickly as they had come. I took a deep breath and was able to look him in the eye. That shadowed feeling was gone now, he even seemed shorter now. He smiled pleasantly.
"Ya'll best get going. Ya'll have a good morning, ya?" he purred happily and patted my shoulder. I blinked a bit and wondered why the last few minutes seemed to be kind of blurry. For some reason I risked a glance down at his crotch only to find your typical toon flatness. That was right. Toons didn't have dicks or the like. Why would they? We gave each other a light smile and nod before I turned toward my shop. Maybe a toon gym next door wouldn't be so bad. It was a pretty good laugh when the money would dance off the counter.
I pulled my keys out and started to unlock the door. I looked up over at Leo, who gave me another grin, and ducked back into his new gym. For a fleeting moment I could swear I saw those speedos tented up something fierce. The last thing I saw of him was that perfectly toned ass, a red string just up between the cheeks, and the whipflick of his tail before he was inside. I clicked the key in the lock and just laughed to myself. Toons weren't sexy, that was just ridiculous. Though maybe a visit to the gym wouldn't be a bad idea