Big Stallion's Birthday

Furvus gritted his sharp teeth and pressed his broad shoulders to the large bar.  He stood in a black tank top with Big Wolf Power written in bold red letters on its front and red gym shorts.  On either side of him was a car onto a specially designed platform attached to the large bar like they were weight plates on a bar for lifting.  Furvus’ knees were bent as he was in a squat position and many furs were around him a bit of a distance back behind some ropes.  This was taking place near Muscle Fur Beach as part of a fitness show on the beach and Furvus was about to demonstrate a feat of strength by power squatting the two cars.
Furvus smiled and rippled his more than impressive frame in defiance to the weight he’d have to lift.  There was no bar this big wolf could not move and he gripped his paws tighter to the bar.  The go signal was given and Furvus let out a growl and pressed upwards with all of his might…and that’s a lot of might. The bar and two cars shook and slowly rose to the cheers of the on-lookers as Furvus’ great legs exploded with unbelievable definition now looking as if they’d rip right out of the shorts.  His massive chest heaved in and out with the deep breathes that he took and he was able to get into a standing position showing unbelievable strength to raise both cars up with him.
The thick bar seemed to bend with the weight, but Furvus stood still like a statue for a good ten seconds or so as pictures were taken of him holding up the great amount of weight in a near super human show of pure big wolf power.  The crowd was going nuts for him and Furvus slowly lowered the bar and cars back down to the bar’s holders with some loud clangs as the bar hit.  He stood back up and flexed his mighty arms to such an amazing size as he had a very good pump going now.
Back at his house, Chet was watching this on his TV and smiled both at seeing this and also at the commentator’s reactions to it as they called the action.  “There you go big wolf…show them what you’ve got.”  Chet pumped a fist and grinned wider as he saw Furvus showing off his muscles some more for the cameras.
Some days later Furvus pulled up in his blue 2006 Ford Mustang to Chet’s house.  It was Chet’s Birthday and he wished to surprise his big stallion bro.  Furvus looked around for Chet outside as he thought that Chet may be there doing some chores.  After a few minutes of searching with no results, Furvus heard the clanging of very large weights coming from one the doorway of Chet’s large barn.  Furvus grinned.  “Ah…working out…okay.”  
Furvus made his way to the barn and quickly peeked his head into the open double doors to the barn to see Chet seated onto a bench curling the heaviest free weights he had in his mighty arms, doing some seated hammer curls.  The massively-built stallion was so involved with his workout, that he did not hear Furvus entering the barn.  Furvus cleared his throat and Chet dropped the weights to the ground and spun around.  He blushed when he saw Furvus standing there…a big grin across his muzzle.  “Big wolf!  You gave me a bit of a startle…I did not know you were visiting today.”  Furvus chuckled a bit with hearing this.  “Well, it would not be much of a surprise Birthday visit if you did right?”  Chet blushed a bit deeper red now.  “Yeah…I guess it would not be…hehe.”
Chet took notice of the t-shirt which hugged Furvus’ sculpted upper-torso very well.  It had a picture of a Birthday cake onto its front.  Chet smiled.  “Birthday cake huh?”  Furvus nodded.  “Correction…it’s Birthday beefcake.”  Chet blushed again.  Furvus was never afraid to show off.  He removed the shirt and now stood shirtless in front of Chet.  Furvus had the body that any muscle lover would drool over.  A pro heavyweight body builder with the most cut muscles on a wolf and quite possible the biggest and most sculpted chest on one.  His arms were more like boulders or cut granite from his very broad shoulders, absolutely carved biceps and thick and powerful forearms.  His chest was more like a muscle mountain of two cliffs for boulders…so well-sculpted that rippled as he walked towards Chet.  His abs…nothing but amazingly ripped ten packs of pure shredded big wolf muscle with the obliques to match and his back was so wide with deep grooves of etched muscle.  All of which was covered with very soft grey fur which seemed to shine with the sunlight coming into the barn.  Furvus wore jeans, but they did not hide his thick tree trunk-like legs and his thick tail swished from side to side.
Chet nickered softly and blushed again.  “No…no wonder you were voted most sexy body for a muscle wolf by Fur Flex Magazine…wow.”  Furvus grinned and placed his hulking arms behind his head, showing off those bulging biceps and flexed out his insanely-developed chest.  “Read that did you?”  Chet nodded.  “I did…and also the article in the local paper calling you the Big Bash Wolf Cop after taking down that drug-dealing gang last week…did a number on their hideout.  Let’s see…and I quote…”Leaving holes in the walls, smashing tables and tossed a couch into the side of a van, leaving a nice dent in it.  Bringing down the bad furs and letting them remember that he is not a wolf cop to resist arrest from.”  Hehe, I’d say that’s Mighty Wolf in action.”
Now it was Furvus’ turn to blush.  “They caught me in a mood that day, hehe.”  Chet snickered at this.  “And the big bash wolf cop had to teach them a lesson huh?” Furvus smiled.  “Well…all in the line of duty you know.”  Chet nodded and stood up now and walked over to the big wolf.  He shyly reached out and felt Furvus’ sculpted shoulders and ran his hands down the big wolf’s perfectly-formed pecs.  There was no give at all to the solid muscles which cabled Furvus’ upper-torso like steel girders to a building’s structure.  And the big wolf was here giving him a private show as Furvus hit different poses to show off his body even further for Chet’s enjoyment.  A great gift indeed.
Chet grinned at Furvus slyly.  “How about giving those big wolf muscles of yours some exercise? “  Furvus smiled and nodded.  “What do you have in mind?”  Chet blushed and trotted over towards the back of the barn and returned with a pretty thick chain and held it towards Furvus.  “Snap this?”  Furvus grinned and flexed his mighty arms.  “I think I can handle this.”
Furvus took the chain and wrapped both ends around his wrists and pressed it against his thick pecs.  He pulled with all of his great strength with his arms and pressed the chain tight to his un-giving chest.  Chet smiled wide and watched as Furvus grunted and snapped the chain as if it was made of plastic rather than metal and dropped the remaining two parts of it that were once one solid chain to the floor and rippled his amazingly formed pecs.
Chet held up a iron bar.  “Bend this?”  Furvus smiled and nodded again and Chet handed him the bar.  Chet got behind Furvus and pressed his hands to Furvus’ bulging biceps as the big wolf held the bar behind his thick neck.  He leaned forwards a bit and pressed his paws…one on either side of the bar…to the bar and pushed downwards with his amazingly-cut arms.  He growled and the metal strained and whaled a bit in protest, but to no good as the bar started to bend against Furvus’ thick neck.  Chet felt the pure and amazingly firm twin-headed biceps of the big wolf’s as he powered the bar into a nice U shape and now held it out in front of him and bent it further, eventually forming it into a curly W shape.  The big wolf made this look so easy and he grunted in defiance to the misshapen iron bar now and dropped it to the floor.  Chet whinnied in approval to this and Furvus grinned at him, cocking an eye brow.  “Got anything harder for me to do to show off for my big stallion bro’s enjoyment?”
Chet grinned.  “I was hoping you’d ask this…how about some tractor power lifting?”  Furvus crossed his shredded arms.  “Sounds like fun.”  Chet patted Furvus on his thick and very broad shoulders and trotted over towards a tractor parked towards the back of the barn and pointed to the front of it.  Furvus had watched Chet do this in the past and knew where to grab hold…at the front wheels exposed axel.  It was the heaviest part of the tractor as the engine was not too far away above it and the axel made for a nice bar to get a good grip to.
Furvus bent down and placed his paws onto the axel and got a good grip.  His hulking frame rippled with the deep breathes he took before his lift.  Furvus let out a deep growl as he pressed his very thick legs from a squatted position to a standing one as the front end of the tractor raised upwards with this also…the front wheels off the ground and rose up as if a crane was pulling the tractor upwards.  But, this was no crane…it was one very big and very strong wolf using nothing but pure power to pull this feat of strength off for his big stallion bro.  Chet nickered softly as he gazed on to Furvus’ amazingly cut arms as they flexed to the max as he gripped tight to the axel and held the front end of the tractor off the ground towards his waist and held it there as he turned his head and smiled a Chet and gave him a wink.  “How’s this for a big wolf power lift?”  Chet was near speechless.  Furvus made that lift look so easy.  Chet himself could do so as he was a very strong horse, but to watch Furvus do so was an added bonus as he loved seeing feats of strength and always enjoyed watching Furvus show off like this.
Chet felt along Furvus’ shredded arms and chest as the big wolf held up the front of the tractor and then lowered it back to the ground.  Chet could feel all of Furvus’ amazing muscles working as he did so.  Furvus now turned and stood right in front of his big stallion bro and Chet just could not take his eyes off of those perfectly sculpted pecs of the big wolf’s as they rose and fell with the deep breathes that he took.  He was one amazingly-carved muscle wolf for sure.
Chet placed his hands onto Furvus’ pecs and felt them…how could he not…they were so inviting and were they ever firm…like iron plates.  Furvus surprised Chet by slowly pulling up Chet’s tank top and taking it off of him.  Furvus smiled and tossed it aside and rawrrred at him.  He did as Chet did to him and placed his paws onto Chet’s amazingly-cut pecs and felt their firmness.  He ran his paws down to Chet’s ripped ten-pac abs and caressed them row by ripped row.  As Furvus did this, Chet hurr hurred and ran his hands up and down Furvus’ arms…the big wolf’s bulging, and still pumped from the tractor lift, biceps.
Furvus grinned and rubbed his paws now to Chet’s boulder-like shoulders and pressed his body to Chet’s now and the two rippled their massive pecs against each other’s…each showing off how defined their massive chests were in the process.  Chet was more than impressed…few fur’s chests could feel such a way against his.  He was a stallion and a very muscular one at that…for a wolf to be able to do this with him showed indeed what a built wolf Furvus was with such a shredded chest and muscles all over his body to feel against Chet’s own.  It was an amazing feeling really.  A feeling of pure power and insane definition.
Chet could not help himself and stroked at Furvus’ shredded chest and licked at it and placed his muzzle between both heaving boulders of pure wolf beef and nuzzled to them now.  Furvus placed his paws onto Chet’s hulking back and rubbed them to it.  The two simply enjoyed exploring each other’s bodies so very much. Chet flexed his right arm to a massive size allowing for Furvus to enjoy his granite-hard bicep to which Furvus did so and murrred in approval to it.
Being that Chet was normally shy in nature, this muscle worship session allowed for this to disappear, at least for the time.  Furvus made things very comfortable for his big stallion bro, gently rubbing at Chet’s arms, chest and back now and rubbing his own thick legs against Chet’s exploring each muscle group as the two laid onto some hey.  Furvus also rippled and flexed his muscles in a very inviting way for Chet to explore and was there ever a lot of muscles to explore onto the big wolf.  Furvus’ body seemed carved from solid granite.  Ripped muscles all over his body seen very well from under his soft grey fur.  Chet could not get over how shredded Furvus’ ten-pac abs were and how defined all of his mid-section was, from the abs to those wide oblique muscles all leading towards the most sculpted chest on a muscle wolf for sure.  Chet had to worship those pecs some more and stroked at them as Furvus flexed them oh so firmly for him in the process.
Furvus surprised Chet by placing his paws onto Chet’s very muscular and thick thighs and pressed to them, rubbing his paws up and down them and made his way to Chet’s cannonball-like calves and felt them firmly also.  Chet hurr hurred as Furvus did so and Furvus’s paws made their way along Chet’s ripped mid-section and boulder pecs and licked at them as Chet did with him.  Furvus really knew how to please in all the right ways.  A real master at muscle worship and Chet could not be happier with this wonderful session the two were having.
Furvus again pressed his shredded body against Chet’s and the two rumbled their perfectly sculpted pecs against one another’s and rubbed at each other’s arms…feeling those bulging biceps…flexing and relaxing their arms…each taking a turn to give a good flex for the other.  It was truly a wonderful session for both.
A bit later, Chet walked Furvus to the big wolf’s Mustang.  “Now that was a great Birthday gift…best Birthday beefcake I could ask for Mighty Wolf.”  Furvus smiled and nodded.  “Glad that you enjoyed it big stallion bro…it was fun for me also…oh, I almost forgot…I have another gift for you.” Chet looked surprised at this.  “Oh…now big wolf…you don’t need to give me anything else…really.”
Furvus leaned into his car and re-immerged moments later holding onto a blue piece of clothing of some sort. Furvus handed it to Chet and Chet opened it up to reveal a blue tank top in his size with MBFC written across its front in bold white letters.  “What does MBFC stand for big wolf?”  Furvus grinned.  “It stands for Muscle Beast Fur Club…something that I’ve started with some of the others.  We will promote fitness and being healthy with vlogs from the gym with us working out and getting ready for contests and such.  I’d like for you to be in it also, being the big muscle beast of a stallion that you are.”  Chet blushed deep red.  “Awww shucks big wolf…I don’t know.”  Furvus patted Chet on the shoulder.  “No buts about it…you’ll do great in it and I know you enjoy lifting heavy weights…we can show this in vlogs also.”  Chet nodded and put on the tank top that fit him very well and showed off his shredded upper-torso very well.  Furvus nodded in approval.  “Looks great on you big stallion bro…awesome and I’ll let you know when we get the vlogs started…this is going to be great and tons of fun.”  Chet smiled and flexed his mighty arms.  “Thank you big wolf…for everything today…thank you.”  Furvus smiled and hugged Chet.  “You are very welcome big stallion bro.”
The End (But, the beginning for the Muscle Beast Fur Club)