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A bead of sweat accumulated, gradually getting larger and heavier. It grew until it could no longer fight gravity. It rolled past strand after strand of fur, the colors changing from green to black, then back to green and so forth until there was no more fur to slip past. The little ball of perspiration hung onto what it could, until finally it let go and fell, rippling as it pierced the stagnant air. Then, with an inaudible splash, its journey finally ended when it hit the ground, forming a wet circle.

Gnarl grunted, ignoring the sweat that dripped from his chin. His focus was on the dumbbell in his hand. His arm trembled merely holding the 15 lbs. of metal, but he kept a firm grip on the handle. He took a deep breath, readjusting where his elbow met his thigh. Then, he tried to lift the dumbbell.

"Eiiiigg..." he grimaced, his entire face tensing as he poured every ounce of strength and willpower into his bicep. The dumbbell wobbled as it rose up to the cheshire cat's thigh. But it could not climb any further. Gnarl hissed, inhaling and exhaling as much oxygen as he could, hoping for a pump of energy to complete the rep. But the dumbbell did not rise and the cat's reserves were emptied. He dropped the weight on the ground, not bothering to watch it bounce off the rubber-topped floor.

Gnarl cursed under his breath. He used his left hand to massage his weakened right arm, while moving his forearms up and down to stretch his aching bicep. He poked his arm, frowning at small lump hardly worth calling a muscle. With a disheartened sigh, he took a mouthful of water from his bottle. Wiping his lips, Gnarl stood up from his seat and reached for the fallen dumbbell. He lugged it over to the dumbbell rack and set it in its place.

He grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2AM. The gym was practically empty, save a few furs who were walking on the treadmills. Slow night on a slow Sunday. Wiping some sweat off his brow, he took his water bottle and headed to the locker room.

The sweaty cheshire cat plopped on the bench by his locker. He was so worn out he didn't even feel like opening the door. He exhaled deeply, filling the room with his exhaustion. He'd been using the gym for a couple weeks already, but his schedule only allowed time to work out late evenings. Quitting was a likely option, at least until his schedule changed, whenever it did. He took another swig of water before finally standing up and unlocking his locker. When he finished turning to the last number of the combination, he stopped. The shower had turned off.

Gnarl didn't even realize someone else was in the locker room. He saw a couple guys earlier, but he thought they left already. He rubbed his face with both hands, just so that he didn't look so terrifyingly exhausted in front of another gym goer. Gnarl opened his locker. As he did so, he could hear wet pads walking behind him.

Gnarl twisted his head slightly to see who the other occupant was. When he did, his eyes almost shot out of his skull. In his vision was the largest muscular fur he had ever seen in person.

He had to be at least 6 feet tall, and his figure was broad. He blocked the view of the lockers adjacent to the one he actually used. It was strange to see a... a... Gnarl had to take a moment to look over this bodybuilder. The tail was definitely wolfish, but the skull, from what the cheshire could see when the guy turned his head a little, resembled something more feline, although his ears resembled a canine's. His fur was a single color, dark grey, so if Gnarl had to guess he would say he was also part panther.

Once he processed that information in his head, he realized he was still absent-mindedly gazing when the wolf/panther (wolther?) turned to reach for his towel. Gnarl blinked then quickly turned his head back to his own locker. He forgot what he was doing originally and just pushed his items around to make noise.

Recollecting himself, Gnarl remembered the granola bar he left in his locker. He found it in the shorts he wore to the gym. As he tugged on the wrapper to open it, Gnarl could hear the musclefur closing his locker. He lamented not getting a better look, especially at the wolther's front side. He bit into the hard, crunchy snack as he turned around. And then he gasped.

In front of him stood the wolther, arms crossed with a sly smile on his face. Gnarl dropped the granola bar, and the piece he bit off fell from his mouth.

"I noticed you were checking me out over here. You like what you see?"

Gnarl gaped at the tower of muscles in front of him. If anyone were to ask him his name he wouldn't remember.

"Um, uh..." he stuttered.

The bodybuilder extended his hand. "I'm Kaz."

The cheshire looked down at the offered hand but his gaze quickly focused on the striated, thick forearm and the bulging, massive biceps it was attached to. Heat rolled down the back of his neck. When he returned the handshake, the feline could see the grip causing Kaz's forearm to tense and bulge out even thicker. A whimper (or maybe a moan) squeaked in his throat. Was this actually happening right now?

Questions faded into blind acceptance when Kaz brought his left arm up and flexed it. Each bicep had to be larger than the cheshire's leg. Gnarl's hand twitched.

Kaz chuckled. "It's okay," he reassured, bringing down his arm, "I don't bite." Almost as to back up that statement, he bounced his pecs a few times. Kaz wore a muscle shirt over his body but it did hardly anything to cover the massive mounds on top of his chest. His pecs were practically spilling out. And whatever wasn't exposed was clearly outlined through the thin fabric.

The wolther looked down at his chest. "Hmmm..." he grumbled. "I should do something about this."

Gnarl tilted his head, unsure what the wolther meant. But when Kaz reached for the top of his tank top, he knew what was happening next. The fabric had no chance against Kaz's monster arms. Like paper it ripped apart easily until it rested on the tiles below. Gnarl sucked in a breath. He saw dozens, probably hundreds, of pictures of meaty pecs and chiseled abs on his computer or his phone (and occasionally in the gym during the afternoon) but he'd never had a massive set within arm's length.

Kaz gingerly stepped over the bench that separated him from the cheshire cat. Gnarl instinctively tried to retreat back, but the lockers stopped his movement. The wolther licked his lips and leaned forward, placing both hands on the wall of lockers. His bulgy melons hovered just inches from Gnarl's muzzle.

Gnarl was so hot he could feel sweat running down his body. The widest, thickest, and probably hardest muscles he had ever seen filled his entire vision. A shaky hand reached up until he could rest it on the wolther's chest. The wolther's steady and resounding heartbeat vibrated up the cheshire cat's arm, which clearly contrasted the rapid beating going on in his own chest.

Gnarl slowly squeezed the wolther's pec. Even though Kaz wasn't flexing, Gnarl found his fingers unable to press in more than an inch or two. Gnarl's other hand joined in, kneading and clutching every surface inch of the wolther's chest. He used whatever strength his worn out arms had to give to press into that massive furry chest but he may have been digging into a sand-filled rubber stress ball. There was just too much meat packed into each bulging mound. So instead the cheshire cat gently rubbed the muscles presented to him. He could feel the warmth that emanated from Kaz's body. It was light and pleasant and inviting...

Next thing he knew, Gnarl had his face plastered against the wolther's body. His cheeks pressed against Kaz's pecs, using his hands to push as much meaty muscle he could against his face. His left hand trickled down until it reached Kaz's impressive abdominals. He traced each individual abs, feeling each well-defined brick.

Kaz grinned the whole time the cheshire cat was exploring his body. He knew he was a bit of a showboater, and he had to take advantage of this opportunity to provide a private "showing".

Gnarl continued working his hands, moving them from Kaz's abs to the side, where he could feel the wolther's firm obliques and the bulging lats above them.

"Wha-!" Gnarl suddenly exclaimed. His nose was suddenly being pinched and it took a second to realize they were pinned between Kaz's flexed pecs. He pried it off and looked up at the wolther, whose mischievous grin was as clear as water.

"Got your nose."

The cheshire cat grinned back and without hesitation continued groping the wolther's bulky body. He tried wrapping his arms around Kaz but his body was so broad there was no way he could touch his hands together. Instead he just rubbed his hands along the wolther's back, his fingers passing the varying valleys and peaks of his well formed muscles.

Kaz smiled, bringing one of his arms in front of Gnarl in a flexing position. "Want to hold this?"

Gnarl nodded, bringing his hands off Kaz's back and hooking them onto his mountainous biceps. It was unbelievable how thick they were. If he closed his eyes it wouldn't be wrong to guess he was holding a bowling ball.

"Do you have a good grip?"

"Why- whoa!" Gnarl found himself lifted into the air as the wolther straightened his body and lifted his arm. The feline's feet dangled, kicking down instinctively to try and reach stable ground.

Kaz held him up there for several seconds before putting him down on the ground. Gnarl felt his knees weaken and he stumbled back until he hit the wall. Once he blinked himself back to reality, he saw the buff wolther reaching down for his bag.

"You're cute, little guy," Kaz remarked, "can't wait to give you another show." With that he turned and headed for the exit.

A slight frown formed on Gnarl's muzzle. He couldn't believe it was over. There were just more he wanted to do with those muscles. He felt something underneath his feet.

"Wait, your shirt!" He grabbed the torn muscle shirt, waving it towards Kaz.

The wolther stopped, turning until Gnarl could see a profile view of his face. Without a word, Kaz flashed a handsome smile then continued walking until he was out of view.

The locker room fell to complete silence. Gnarl stood alone, still processing what had happened in the past 15 minutes. His mind replayed the moments over and over again. He looked down at the torn tank top in his hand. A grin formed on his muzzle.

Another show, eh? Looks like he found another reason to keep going to the gym.