Powerfur

In the interrogation room in the police department, a detective was questioning a young male wolf.  It was not going so well as the wolf was not cooperating.
"Look, all I want to know is where your boss is keeping the drugs….you can walk if you let me know this."
"I'm not telling you nothing!  It's called loyalty."
"Okay…..you know, this could have gone much better for you."
The wolf looked at the detective in a bit of confusion as he walked towards the door and opened it.  As the detective did so, Furvus Wolf entered…..and he was not happy.
Furvus growled at the wolf and flipped over the desk that was in front of him.  Furvus then grabbed the wolf by the shirt front and lifted him off of the chair that he was seated in and slammed him against a wall, the wolf's paws dangling in the air.  Furvus' huge biceps were stretching out the fabric of his black police shirt to the max nearly tearing the fabric in the process.  The wolf looked wide-eyed as Furvus got into his muzzle and growled deeply, baring his sharp teeth and narrowing his eyes.
"So, are you fond of those teeth of yours?"  
"22nd Steet….big red building…..can't miss it!"
Furvus looked down at the ground from where the wolf who he was holding onto wet the ground.
"Nice."
Furvus dropped the wolf to the ground on his tail and stormed out of the room.  The wolf looked up at the detective as if he just saw a ghost.  The detective looked back and grinned a bit.
"He kind of has that effect on others."   

About ten minutes later, Furvus and a squad of other officers were at the big red building on 22nd Street.  Furvus had instructed the rest of the officers to wait outside and to "collect" the thugs that come out.  Furvus kicked in the door and ran inside.  Once inside, Furvus was cleaning house……landing powerful rights and lefts to wolf gang members who tried to fight him.  The gang members were being knocked left and right to the ground and outside of the building as the officers outside picked them up and placed them in the waiting police vans.  
Traffic was being tied up outside with the road being closed by the police.  Among those held up in traffic was a big, muscular chestnut-colored horse who sat in a truck.  The Stallion's name was Chet and he worked for a local scrap yard.  Chet took notice of the wolves being tossed out of the big red building and wondered who or what was behind this.
Furvus grabbed another gang member wolf, who was charging at him, by the throat….lifted him off the ground and slammed him through a table.  Furvus then turned his attention to another gang wolf who was trying to sneak out of the back door.
"Slick…..I had a feeling that you were behind this.  You know, when you were let out of jail last time….I told you what would happen if I caught you selling this stuff again.  Selling this garbage to pups…..big mistake."
The sound of a powerful right cross was heard and the gang wolf named Slick came flying out of the opened front door of the building sliding on his tail on the ground. Two of the officers outside looked at him on the ground.  "Damn!  You just got knocked out!"   Furvus walked over to him and drug him to a police van and tossed him in.
"I don't think that you're going to get out too quick this time."
Chet saw the big muscle wolf do this and practically stuck his head out of the window of his truck.  "That's one big wolf!  So, that was him cleaning house like that….damn…..one wolf can do that?"
DJ Darkfox walked up to the scene as he was in the area running some errands.  He noticed Furvus and headed over to him.  DJ noticed that Furvus' black police shirt was pretty much shredded and he also noted that Furvus did not look happy.
"Furvus….hard at work I see.  You know….I was going to talk to you about that Puppet that you left in my hallway."  DJ looked at the gang wolves on the ground moaning in pain as they were being picked up by the other officers.  "But….ah….I….um…..just wanted to know when I should bring him back to you big guy."
"Hey DJ…..I'll come pick up the puppet….sorry, I forgot about that.  I did have to get you back for that contest oil though."
"Taking care of some business there?"
"Yea…some more drugs and drug dealers off the streets.  A good day at the office.  Are you going to be at the gym later today?  I'm going to take out some aggression."
"I'll be there…..in the mood that you seem to be in, I don't think that you'll need a spotter there though."
"What mood?"  Furvus looked angrily at a male coyote who had just crossed the street.  "Hang on, I gotta take care of something."
Furvus walked up to the coyote.  "Hey!  That's not how you cross the street jaywalker!"  Furvus grabbed the coyote and hoisted him over one of his massive shoulders and walked across the street on the crosswalk and placed the coyote down on the other side of the street between the lines of the crosswalk .  "See, that's how you cross the street, now go on."  Furvus motioned him to cross back over to the other side of the street.  "Um….I'm okay….really….I'm not going in that direction anyhow."  The coyote ran down the sidewalk away from Furvus.  Furvus shrugged his shoulders and walked back across the street to where DJ was standing.
"Yea….you're not in a mood….what was I thinking?"  DJ sarcastically grinned at Furvus.  "I'll see you later at the gym big guy."

Later in the evening Furvus and DJ were in the middle of a work-out at the gym.  Furvus was laying on one of the bench press benches lifting 1,000 pounds.  This was one of his lighter lifting days.  DJ walked up behind the bench and leaned down towards Furvus and placed two paws on the bar and held it down on Furvus.
"You're going to have to work for this lift big guy."
DJ's large and well-defined biceps and horseshoe-shaped triceps flexed out as he pressed down on the bar with a good amount of strength.  Furvus gritted his teeth and growled a bit as he tried to lift the bar up.  At first he could not budge the bar and DJ started to chuckle a bit.  
"What's the matter big guy…..losing that strength of yours?"
Furvus growled deeper and pressed as hard as he could against the bar.  Furvus' biceps swelled up with great definition as thick veins wrapped around them pumping blood into the immense muscles.  DJ felt the bar start to shift and move upwards a bit.
"Um…..I guess you're getting your second wiiiiiiind!"
DJ yipped in surprise a bit as Furvus pressed the bar up in the air with a great amount of power.  DJ noticed that he was dangling in the air a bit still pressing down on the bar some.  He let go and placed his paws back on the ground and Furvus placed the bar back on its holders on the bench and sat up.  DJ smiled at him.
"Now there's that powerful wolf that I know…..nice lift."
"Thanks DJ…..that was fun……I'll be over by the punching bag."  Furvus headed over to where a punching bag was hung by the ceiling by a thick chain.
The big muscular horse named Chet was also in the gym at the time and saw what just took place.  He walked over to DJ.
"Hi…..um DJ right…..you're a champion bodybuilder……my name's Chet."
DJ looked up at the big horse.  "Wow….you're a big fella….nice to meet you Chet."
The two greeted one another and were impressed with one another's grips as they shook paw and hand.  
"Well….I work out a good amount and just started to compete as a strong fur.  I'll be in my first contest of sorts this weekend.  It's more of an exhibition really."
"Oh, you mean the powerfur exhibition…..my bro Furvus over there is going to be in it also."  DJ pointed over at Furvus who was really getting into his work on the punching bag.
"You mean the big wolf…..he competes?  I don't know too many wolves who do."
"I know, but you see the yellow tank top he's wearing?"
"I do and it hugs his muscular chest very well."
"Well….besides that….there is an image of a character on the front of it named Mighty Mouse.  He's a superhero mouse and he's Furvus' favorite.  Mighty Mouse is small, yet very powerful and takes on many others that are much larger than he is.  Furvus wears that tank top every time he competes.  See, he competes against bears and bulls and other larger furs, however even though he's usually the smallest fur there….he more than holds his own against them and wins a good amount of the contests that he competes in."
Chet grinned at this.  "So, in some ways he's like Mighty Mouse at these contests….small, yet powerful.  Makes sense to me, though I would not call him small…..I mean those are some big muscles."
DJ laughed a bit at this.  "See, he's got this…..inner strength.  When he's pushed to the limit…..he pushes back.  I noticed this about him many years back and when he started training with me that inner strength of his came out even more and seemed to have built up along with those powerful muscles of his."
The two watched as Furvus continued to land some upper cuts to the punching bag.
"So, that's what he was doing to those gang members earlier today…..he really can land some powerful blows…..it's amazing that he has not punched through the bag."
DJ shook his head.  "He actually broke one last week…..sand all over the place."
"That's awesome…..he must be as strong as an ox."
"Well……a bit stronger."
Chet looked wide-eyed at this comment.  "What?"
"There was this ox in here a few weeks ago and started to pick on Furvus and I.  He had some choice words to say to us as we worked out.  Furvus has pretty thick skin as it comes to others saying things about him, but when things are said about his friends…..he starts to see red.  So, the ox is doing some squats with a loaded bar…..Furvus walks up behind him, wraps his arms around the ox's waist and hoists him and the bar off the ground.  Let's just say that the ox did not have much to say to us after that."
Chet was in awe at this.  "That's amazing……boy would I have loved to watch that.  He sounds like a very good and loyal friend to have."
"I'm sure that he'll make quick friends with you…..you seem to have good character and that means a lot to him.  Oh, and you'll have a front row seat to watch him use that power of his this weekend.   I'd imagine that you have some pretty good power yourself."
Chet blushed a bit at this and thanked DJ for the compliment.
Furvus walked over and saw the big horse talking with DJ.
"Furvus….this big fella here's named Chet.  He's going to also be taking part in the Powerfur strong fur exhibition this weekend."
Furvus and Chet greeted one another with a paw/hand shake.  Chet was a bit surprised by Furvus' strong grip.
"Nice to meet you Chet and always good to meet a fellow strong fur."
"You're pretty big Furvus…do you compete as a bodybuilder?"
"I did once for charity."
DJ smiled at this.  "And he was awesome…..I keep trying to get him to compete with me."
"Well…..it's just not for me."
"It's the Speedos….Furvus, you must get over that."
"DJ…..I don't ask you to pull fire trucks with me do I?"
Chet laughed at the back and forth the two were having.
Furvus took a good look at Chet and noticed his incredible physique.  "So Chet….you've got a bodybuilder's build also…..do you compete?"
"No….I don't think that I could get up on stage in front of all of those furs in…."
DJ rolled his eyes.  "It's the Speedos again isn't it?  Really?  It's not that big a deal and you get used to it."
"Well….."
"Don't worry about it Chet.  Besides, DJ would not be able to handle us on stage."  Furvus nudged Chet in the ribs.
"Oh……I know that you did not just go there.   Oooooooo you want to pose against me…..come on big guy…..anytime…..open invitation."
Fuvus and Chet laughed at this.
"Come on Arctic Fox bro…..you know that I won't try to compete against you……you're the bodybuilding pro and champ."
"You know it, but still…..I'm just saying…..if you'd like to get into a competition….I could pull some strings and….."
Furvus frowned at this.  "DJ!"
"Okay….okay….easy……boy, you try and help a fur."
Chet was near rolling on the ground with laughter at this point.

A few days later, it was the day of the Powerfur strong fur exhibition.  Furs of all kinds were lined up along the event's stage.  Furvus, Chet and a very large and muscular bull named Rock were the ones who were going to show different feats of strength.  DJ and Furvus' wife Michelle Wolf were among those who were in the audience.  
The first event was the power hold.  Two ramps were positioned in opposite directions with a gap in the middle.  Positioned on the two ramps were two tractor trailer truck cabs, one on each ramp.  They were held in place by thick chains and two handles that were connected to the ends of the chains were dangling down from the tops of the ramps.  
Rock went first and held onto the handles, one in each hand, as another fur pulled a lever and the two truck cabs were released and started to roll down the ramps.  The big bull was able to hold the two truck cabs in place for about a minute before he had to let go of the handles.  He walked back to where Furvus and Chet were sitting and was pretty proud of himself.  The crowd gave him a nice round of applause.
"52 seconds…..I bet the horse can do that or better, but this wolf…..no way.  Hey little guy….why don't you just bypass this event."
"Leave him alone Rock…..I'm sure that he can hold his own against us….ah….no pun intended there Furvus."
Furvus laughed a bit at the comment, but growled a bit at Rock.
Chet did the same as Rock did, holding onto the handles one in each hand.  Chet's upper body was immense, well-defined muscle as he held onto the handles successfully holding back the two truck cabs for a bit longer than Rock did.  His time was one minute even.  The crowd gave him a nice round of applause as they did Rock and DJ whistled at Chet as Chet nodded at him as he walked back to his seat.
"I could have held on longer, but I've got a bit of a sore shoulder from work last week…..rough week of work."
Furvus smiled at him.  "I know how that goes.  You did great Chet and your time beat Rock's."
Rock looked angrily at Furvus.  "Hey little guy….you'll probably get dragged down one of the ramps…..I hope that the medics are close by."
"Do I really look little to you?"  Furvus flexed his right arm revealing a massive bicep that swelled up under his soft grey fur.  His horseshoe-shaped triceps, forearm and shoulder muscles were big to match the bicep….thick layers of solid muscle surrounded by thick veins that snaked their way around his well-defined arm.
Chet let off a soft whistle when he saw this.  "Easy there big guy….he's just trying to get in your head…..that bull's got nothing on you….so why don't you just show him that?"
Furvus nodded in approval to this and headed to the event stage.  He flexed his arms a bit to his side pumping blood through his veins to his arms and rolled his huge shoulders around a bit loosening up.  Furvus took hold of the handles, one in each paw, and readied himself.  The lever was pulled and the enormous weight of the two truck cabs his Furvus nearly knocking him down a bit, but he stood firm.  Furvus concentrated hard…..his arm muscles flexed out and his powerful chest expanded out….nearly tearing through the yellow Mighty Mouse tank top that he wore.  Furvus looked at Chet and then at Rock, narrowed his eyes and let out a deep growl.  
Furvus started to curl his arms towards his head as he tried to perform a standard double bicep flex.  Chet stood up out of his chair.  "He's not going to try and do what I think he is….is he?"
Furvus continued to concentrate.  His powerful biceps bulged out with amazing definition as his arms continued to curl inwards.  The two truck cabs actually started to roll up the ramp backwards as Furvus did this.
Rock stood still as a statue in disbelief to what he was witnessing this wolf do.  DJ, Michelle and the rest of the crowd cheered Furvus on.  Furvus let off a very loud and powerful growl as he completed his double bicep pose….his upper-torso fully flexed revealing his well-defined and carved muscles.  His arms were just ripped.  He then let go of the handles and the thick chains nearly snapped as the truck cabs lunged forward.  Furvus walked back to his seat amongst a thunderous applause from the crowd, Chet included.  Rock still did not know what to do.  Furvus had held the two truck cabs for one minute and 28 seconds.
"Are we still going to have issues bull?"
"No….no….we're good….we're good."
Furvus nodded in approval of this and Chet placed an arm around his shoulder.
"That was amazing!  That was one of the strongest things that I've ever seen.  I'm calling you Mighty Wolf from now on big guy….like your favorite superhero Mighty Mouse."
Furvus was still a bit out of breath.  "Well ah….I guess I was….ah…..a bit angry there…..but Mighty Mouse would have grabbed those handles and yanked the truck cabs off the ramp…..spun them around some in the air and tossed them across town…..but, I'll take the compliment though and thanks."
Furvus collapsed onto his seat in exhaustion.  "That took a lot out of me….thankfully we have a bit of a break until our next event…..I'm just going to sit here for a while."
Michelle ran up and hugged her husband.  "Honey that was amazing what you did!  I knew that you have powerful arms but damn!  So, does this mean that I can get you to trim those hedges this week?"
Furvus groaned at this.  "I think that I'll just hold onto those trucks again."
DJ walked up and patted Furvus on the shoulder.  "I guess all of those hammer curls paid off huh big guy?"
"What can I say….I have a good trainer."
"You just remember that the next time you complain about my techniques in training big wolf."

The rest of the day's events went very well.  Furvus, Chet and Rock preformed a good deal of feats of strength from pulling a truck up a hill to bending iron bars and to lifting heavy logs over their heads.  The final event of the exhibition was the dead lift.  A pick-up truck was parked with a thick metal bar fixed onto the back of it pushed out a bit.  The idea was to try and lift the rear of the pick-up truck off of the ground using the bar like one would do a weighted bar at a gym.     
Rock lifted first and was able to lift the rear of the pick-up truck off the ground.  Next, it was Chet's turn.  Chet positioned himself to lift, but before he did so he thought that he'd have a bit of fun and asked Rock to get into the bed of the pick-up truck.  Rock did so and Chet bent down and grabbed onto the thick metal bar.  Chet's well-defined muscular arms bulged out with his huge biceps and horseshoe-shaped triceps  (yes, horses can have horseshoe-shaped triceps) swelled up with great definition as thick veins flowed down his powerful shoulders to forearms.  He slowly lifted the bar to his waist, successfully lifting the rear end of the pick-up truck, Rock and all, off of the ground.  Chet smiled at the crowd of furs and at Furvus as Furvus gave him a fist pump in return.  Chet then slowly placed the bar back down on the ground to a big applause from the crowd.
Furvus was the final one to lift.  He had an idea by watching Chet lift and asked Rock to stay in the pick-up truck's bed and also asked Chet to join Rock in it.
"Furvus…..are you sure about this?  This is going to be a great deal of weight."
"Just trust me big guy…..I can handle it."  Furvus flexed one of his large biceps as he said this.
Chet got into the pick-up truck's bed and the rear of the pick-up truck sank to the ground a bit with the combined weight of Chet and Rock sitting in the back.  Furvus flexed out his arms some allowing blood to flow through his veins in his arms, reached down and tried to lift the bar off of the ground, however he struggled big time to do this.  DJ noticed this and decided that he'd help Furvus out some and headed over towards him.
"Hey Furvus…..I don't know about this.  That may be too much weight with all that you've done today."
"I got this DJ."
"I don't know….oh, and about the bodybuilding thing…..don't worry about it…..chances are that you'd not fair too well against me anyhow."  DJ winked at Chet and Chet started to understand what DJ was trying to do.  "You know, I may overshadow you and all."
DJ was taller than Furvus by a bit.
"You're saying that because you're taller than me right?  That's a short joke?"
"Well, if you want to put it that way.  Don't worry about it though Shorty."
Furvus was getting pretty mad about all of what DJ was saying to him.  "DJ…..don't push me."
"I mean…the audience may not even see you if I stand in front of you and…."
"DJ……DON'T……PUSH……ME!!!"
Furvus was enraged and growled loudly.  Chet looked at Rock.  "Rock…..you'd better hang on."
Furvus' huge arm muscles exploded out with raw power as he lifted the bar off of the ground to his waist with the rear of the pick-up truck, with Chet and Rock sitting in the bed, lifting off of the ground with it.  DJ smiled at this.  "You're welcome big guy."
Furvus was not done though.  He continued to lift the bar up to his chest and then shoulders and then pressed the bar over his head in a great feat of strength.  Chet and Rock were fearful that Furvus would tip the truck over.  "Furvus…..it's okay…..it's a good lift Mighty Wolf…..you can put us down now!"  Furvus snapped out of it and realized what he had done and slowly placed the bar back down to his waist and then ground.  Rock got out of the bed of the truck and ran in the other direction away from Furvus.  Chet got out and patted Furvus on the shoulder.  "Wolf…..you are amazing."
"Thanks Chet and you are one powerful horse."  Chet blushed a bit at the compliment.
Furvus turned his attention to DJ and walked up to him…..Furvus had to look up a bit as he always did at DJ.  "You know I was just kidding with all of that right?  I just had to get that power of yours out."
"I know DJ, but you're right."
"Right about what?"
"It's time that I did start competing….well, as an amateur now and work my way up to your level."
"Furvus…..you don't have to."
"You're right…..but I want to.  I did enjoy myself on stage in that charity event.  The Speedos take some getting used to though…..not going to lie about that.   I've been thinking about it for some time now and have already talked things out with Michelle.  There's an open amateur bodybuilding contest in two months from now and I'm going to sign up for it."
"And she did not tell me?"
"I told her not to…..I wanted to…..because…..I would like you to show me the ropes…..you are the pro and all."
DJ's eyes went wide at this.  "You…..you think that highly of me?"
"Well, you have been my trainer for some time now and if any fur knows about the ins and outs of bodybuilding, it's you…..and, even with the contest oil, you helped me out a lot getting me ready for that charity event."
"Furvus…..I would be honored to do so.  Thanks big guy.  But, you gotta listen to me….no matter what….deal?"
"Just as long as there is no contest oil involved!"
"Okay…..okay, that can be the one exception…..it really stuck to your fur for that long huh?"
Furvus frowned at this.  "Deal."
DJ smiled and the two shook paws.  Chet was very happy with this also.  "I know that you'll be a great bodybuilder fur Furvus…..I mean if you put into that what you do being a strong fur….wow…..DJ, you may be in for a run someday on stage."
"I hope so."  DJ patted Furvus on the shoulder.  "I hope so."
Furvus smiled at Chet.  "So, when are we going to see you on stage?"  
"Oh….me….uh…..well I…..can I just train with you two from time to time for now?"
Furvus and DJ both nodded in approval of this and Chet did a fist pump.  "Awesome!"

A week later DJ was behind the wheel of a jeep riding up a hill as Furvus pushed the jeep from behind.
"I did not realize that this would be….part of the training", panted an out-of-breath Furvus.
"Well, it's great for the quads and calves….come on….push…..besides, you can thank Vulpo for lending us his jeep for this."
"I'll be…..sure to do so."  Furvus rolled his eyes as he said this.  "Hey, how about I push us through a car wash?"
"Furvus……how would that do any good?"
"It would do me good…..I need a bath."
DJ laughed at this as Furvus continued to push the jeep.

The End