A Friend in Need

Furvus walked into the living room where Michelle was sitting on a couch.  He was in his police uniform….black t-shirt with POLICE written across in white letters, blue slacks and his badge hanging around his neck by a small silver chain.  His muscular physique showed off very well in that outfit…..he was one intimidating wolf.
"Damn it!", snapped Furvus, "I'm still getting that contest oil off of my fur and it's been almost a week now since the contest."  "Oh, about that", said Michelle a bit cautiously.  "What?", asked Furvus brushing off his tail with one of his paws.  "Well, I promised DJ that I would not say anything to you……but, I can't hold it in", replied Michelle, "He said that he does not always use contest oil when he competes…..well, most of the furs who do don't a good amount of the time as it…..tends to be tough to remove from fur."  "That sneaky fox!", growled Furvus, "I knew that he was up to something…..I knew it!  He's going to pay for this!"  "He wanted to help and admitted that he got a bit carried away, but he did really feel that the contest oil would help show off your muscles and the definition in them…..his words", replied Michelle.  Furvus just groaned and shook his head.  "Sometimes, I don't know how I get into these situations", said Furvus getting ready to head out for work.
"Hon, before you go….can you please move the recliner to the other side of the room for me?", asked Michelle.  Furvus walked over to a recliner chair next to the couch that Michelle was sitting on.  His arm muscles bulged out as he lifted the chair and started to walk to the other side of the room with in when Michelle leapt onto the chair and licked him on his muzzle.
"Ah….easy there….I almost dropped this!", said Furvus as he took a step back.  "Oh come on you big strong wolf you….I know that you can handle it", replied Michelle with a sly smile.  "You really did not need this chair moved did you?", asked Furvus in a knowing way.  "I just like watching you lift heavy things", giggled Michelle.  "Contest oil….furniture moving….I wonder what's next", groaned Furvus.  Michelle just giggled some more at this.

A bit later in the day, Furvus was in the police station's gym in the basement of the building working out some stress from the day.  He was seated on a weight bench wearing a navy blue tank top and grey sweatpants and was doing a set of shoulder presses using two 500 pound dumbbells.  The weight was light for him, but it was some of the heaviest weights that the police gym carried and he made do with it.  Most knew to stay away from Furvus when he was working out, but others were not as bright.
"Hey there…..it's Mr. Furiverse himself", said a tan furred retriever dog, "That's some weight that you are lifting there…..getting ready for another contest are you?"  "Tom….always good to see you", replied Furvus with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.  Furvus knew that Tom liked to try and get under other's fur and was one of the more annoying police furs on the force.  "You know", continued Tom, "those were some great pictures of you that were handed out around here……is Michelle jealous of those legs of yours?"  A few of the furs in the gym snickered at this remark.  Furvus growled and the snickers stopped.  "You know Tom…..I don't think that they have any shake weights here for you", said Furvus dropping the 500 pound weights to the floor with two loud THUD sounds.  "Oh, you are a funny wolf you know that?", replied Tom, "but really, those Speedos that you wore…..were they comfortable?  Did they give you enough room in the…ughhhh", Tom was cut off from saying what he wished to as Furvus grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against some lockers without even looking at him.  Furvus turned his head slowly towards Tom.  "How's this feel…..comfortable?", asked Furvus.
"Furvus!", yelled one of the officers, "The Chief wants to see you in his office right now…..says that it's important!"  Furvus sighed.  "Man, and I was just starting to have some fun…..see ya Tom", Furvus said releasing Tom from his grip.  Tom leaned against the lockers and was happy to be able to take in some solid breathes of air as Furvus made his way to the Chief's office.
Furvus knocked on the Chief's door.  "Huh…oh Furvus….come in", said the Chief of Police, a German Sheppard dog who wore a button-down shirt, tie and slacks.  Furvus did so and sat down in a chair in front of the Chief's desk.  "Furvus", started the Chief, "I've got a bit of a situation on my paws.  An old friend of mine named Mitch runs a bar on the outskirts called The Rusty Nail.  He's a good fur and I've known him for years.  Anyhow, he's been running into some trouble lately from a group of biker coyotes.  They've been harassing his customers and eating and drinking without paying….there's not much that he can do to stop this as they out-number him eight to one.  I told him that I'd help him out and send my best officer over to check things out and help….clean things up…..if necessary.   So, are you up to it?"
"Sure thing Chief…..I'll go over and see what's going on and lend a paw or  two should something come up with those bikers…..but, you're only sending in one cop to go up against eight bikers", Furvus replied.  As he said the last line he crossed his very large and muscular arms across his huge and well defined chest, bulging out his biceps a bit in the process and he also used a bit of a sarcastic and knowing tone to his voice with that line.  "Well….one of you is equaled to about three or four of them…..I don't think that you'll have to worry much about anything knowing how you normally handle yourself in tough situations.  Thanks for helping Furvus….it means a great deal to me and also to Mitch", replied the Chief.

About an hour later, Furvus was driving his blue 2006 Ford Mustang towards the bar.  The Chief had printed out directions for him to follow to find the place.  Furvus had the song by Deftones' called Needles and Pins blasting on the car's CD player as he drove.  He came to a red light and started to head bang to the music.  Another car pulled up next to his with a family of cats in it.  They looked over at Furvus and he looked over at them….still head banging away.  "How's it going?", asked Furvus.  The cat family did not answer and closed the windows in their car and drove off as the light had turned green.  
A few minutes later Furvus pulled up into the parking lot of The Rusty Nail.  He noticed that there were some motorcycles parked outside also, but no other vehicles.  Furvus was wearing a leather jacket and jeans and walked into the bar slowly.  Inside the bar there was loud rock music being played and coyotes in biker gear were laughing and making a mess…..tossing beer bottles and plates around.  Furvus made his way to the bar and sat down on one of the bar stools.  A hound dog with a sad look on his muzzle came walking over from the other side of the bar.  
"What will you have pal", asked the hound dog.  "I'll have a cherry soda….can't drink anything stronger while on duty", Furvus replied.  As he did this, Furvus revealed his badge, which was on a small chain around his neck, from underneath his leather jacket.  The hound dog, who Furvus figured to be Mitch, perked up a bit as he saw this.  "Coming right up", replied Mitch.
Two of the biker coyotes came up to the bar and sat next to Furvus.  One of them drummed his paws on the counter of the bar and gave Furvus an evil toothy grin.  "Can't say that I've seen you around here before there wolf…..and you would stick out……you are a big one", said the coyote.  The other biker coyote started to sniff the air.  "Hey Smash…..I think that I smell something", said the coyote.  "What's that?", asked the coyote sitting next to Furvus.  "I think that it's…..it's……pork!", replied the coyote who sat two bar stools from Furvus.  The two coyotes laughed at this and the one sitting next to Furvus leaned into him.  "We saw that badge of yours as you walked in…..we don't like your kind around here", snarled the coyote.
Furvus looked at the coyote and did not like the comment that the other made.  "Oh, and why's that?", asked Furvus.  "Because you pigs think that you can tell us what to do!", snapped the coyote sitting next to Furvus, "You know", replied Furvus, "There is something that Bruce Banner says before he turns into the Hulk……you're making me angry……and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."  Furvus growled a bit as he said this last line.   "Oh, so you're a tough pig huh?", replied the coyote sitting next to Furvus, "Now….we're going to ask you to leave and if you don't….we'll make you leave."  "Well, I've got a better idea", replied Furvus, "I'm going to take my jacket and badge off and leave them on the bar.  If you and the rest of you bikers knock me down…..you can keep them as a trophy and I'll never come back.  However, if I knock you all down….you and your gang have to leave here and never come back…..how's that sound?  Eight against one…..those are good odds in your favor right?"  All of the biker coyotes in the bar smiled and nodded their heads in agreement at this.
Furvus got up from the bar and removed his badge chain from around his neck, held it up so that all could see it and placed it on the bar.  He then removed his leather jacket and placed that next to his badge chain on the bar.  There he stood in a pair of jeans and a green tank top with Incredible Hulk written on it in black letters.  He flexed his immense arm muscles a bit as thick veins cabled them and his biceps flexed out like stone boulders.  He narrowed his eyes and let out a deep growl as a final warning.  
The biker coyote who was sitting next to Furvus had to now look up at him a bit as Furvus was taller than him and seemingly as big as three or four of his gang put together.  This coyote was the leader of the biker gang and did not wish to back down at this point…..though he was a bit less sure of himself than he was moments ago.
The coyote lunged at Furvus and threw a right hook at him.  Furvus simply grabbed the coyote's paw and swung him into a table with a CRASH.  The coyote who was sitting two bar stools down from Furvus started to back away a bit but….too late….Furvus tossed him into two on-coming biker coyotes and the three hit the floor sprawling out as they did so.  Furvus made his way towards some other biker coyotes who were behind a pool table.  Furvus' arm and back muscles flexed out as he shoved the pool table into the three biker coyotes and up against a wall….pinning them good.  The biker coyotes tried to push the pool table back, but Furvus was just too strong and it was to no avail.  Another biker coyote snapped a cue stick in two as he hit Furvus from behind with it.  The biker coyote looked at the broken cue stick and then at an angry Furvus with great fear.  "That was a mistake right?", asked the biker coyote.  "Yup", replied Furvus as he grabbed the biker coyote and flung him over another pool table.
Furvus shoved two other biker coyotes out of the front door and dragged a third behind him.  Another biker coyote came outside and pulled out a knife.  "Oh, so you want to use weapons do you?", asked Furvus.  Furvus walked over to one of the motorcycles, leaned down and grabbed it.  His huge biceps bulged out with incredible power as he slowly lifted the motorcycle off the ground and held it above his head.  "Well, if you're going to use a weapon……use something big!", growled Furvus.  The biker coyote went pale with fear, dropped the knife to the ground and ran away down the road.  Furvus tossed the motorcycle to the ground with a loud CRASH.  
"That's my bike you son of a bi….ughhhh", the leader biker coyote could not finish his sentence as Furvus had his paw around the coyote's throat.  "Now…..Smash right?", asked Furvus, "Well, Smash….sorry about your bike, but looks like I won our little contest.  So, you and the rest of your gang leave and don't come back.  If I find out that you do…..I'll finish this."  Furvus let the coyote go and he and the rest of the gang ran to their bikes and took off in a cloud of smoke and sped off down the road.
Mitch came outside holding onto Furvus' leather jacket and badge chain.  "Looks like you'll be keeping these officer Furvus…..Hank was right about you…..you are something else….I can't thank you enough for what you did", smiled Mitch.  "No worries Mitch….all in a day's work", replied Furvus putting his badge chain around his neck and then his leather jacket on.  
The two shook paws and Furvus took his leave.  "You know", said Furvus before he got into his car, "I never knew that the Chief's name was Hank…..I just know him as Chief."  Mitch laughed at this a bit as Furvus pulled away from the bar's parking lot.

Later that night:  
"Furvus….I have some good news for you", Michelle said happily practically running into the living room.  "What's that?", asked Furvus.  "You have been asked to go pose with other muscle furs for the annual Muscle Fur Calendar….isn't that great!", replied Michelle.  "Great? I don't want to pose for a calendar and have many other furs stare at me on their walls.  This is DJ's doing right?", replied Furvus.  "No, the makers of the calendar got in touch with me through my Furbook page as your contest pictures are on there and I worked some things out for you", replied Michelle, "Your picture will be for October….they are doing different pictures that will represent things from each month…..like there will be a Holiday theme for December…..hearts and such for February and so on featuring a different muscle fur for each month."  "I can't do this….I mean I….did you say I get to be in the October picture…..you know that it's my favorite month with Halloween and all", replied Furvus, "But still, I have to stand firm on this….a bodybuilding contest is one thing, but this is another."  
Michelle walked over and started to lick Furvus on his right arm and up to his shoulder.  "No….I'm the male wolf and I will put my paw down on this one", said Furvus.  Michelle made her way to Furvus' ears and started to rub behind them as Furvus loved it when she did this.  "No….not the ears…..ahhhhh….that feels gooooood", said Furvus in pure joy.  "Come on…..for me…..and I've heard that artists use the calendar for inspiration for their artworks.  You could be a work of art someday", said Michelle.  "I'll get their pencils moving", replied Furvus flexing one of his large and well defined biceps…..still in pure joy with the ear rub.  "And the pictures in the calendar are very tasteful……I used to…..um….get them every year", said Michelle.  "Okay….okay…..the ear rub was not fair, but I'll do it……but, if I see any oil sitting around there…..I walk", replied Furvus.

The End