Pantheon
I called her The Bitch. She ran on a mixture of diesel and hard liquor, which Bent-Bark swore was part of what made her so cantankerous. I'd pawned her off of him on my last visit to the wolf preserve while my own bike was in the shop. I winced every time she hit a rough patch of road. If she broke down out here, wherever "here" was, I'd hear it from Bent-Bark.
I paused by the side of the road to consult the map again. I knew I was somewhere deep in the Canadian wilderness, or was it northwestern Montana? The borders were blurry on these back country roads, and it had been two hours since I'd seen so much as a road sign.
Growling in frustration, I stuffed the map into my backpack and took off again. If I didn't find a turn off, a farm house, anything in the next hour, I'd end up sleeping on the side of the road for the night.
As if on cue, a winding, dirt road appeared through the trees to my right. There was no sign saying where it led. I shrugged. It wasn't as if I couldn't take care of myself. I'd been raised among wild wolves on the Greatwood Wolf Preserve. I'd been training with weights ever since I hit puberty, first on whatever I could construct myself or trade for, later in gyms all over the States as I developed myself into a world class physique. At 220 lbs of solid muscle, I was not the smallest wolf in the woods.
I turned up the path, slowing down to allow for the tricky gravel and the sharp turns. It was like the road wanted to loose me. Amid the dim tree cover, I lost my normal sense of direction. This was not the Greatwood. The scents and sounds were strange to me, and it would take a bit of time to reorient my natural tracking instincts.
The road finally ended in a small meadow. Other cars, mostly large pickups and vans, were parked there as well, covered in tarps. A tall, wrought iron sign hung on two poles fashioned from welded dumbbells.
"Pantheon" the sign read.
"What the hell?" I muttered.
I killed the engine and strode cautiously under the sign. The meadow widened at this point into a series of connected forest clearings. I could see a gigantic log building in the distance. Two mountains of chopped wood were stacked up under its rafters and the smoke rising from its three chimneys was laced with the smells of cooking meat.
My stomach snarled. I was overdue for a meal. I headed for the structure, searching for an entrance. A set of massive wooden doors with handles I could barely grasp fully opened to reveal a dining hall that would have rivaled legends of Valhalla.
"Pantheon, indeed," I muttered with a chuckle.
The sounds of rap music were echoing from the kitchen area. I heard pans rattling. I walked past the tables and up to the serving counter. I could see an enormous male moose bent down, a stack of huge pots resting easily in one paw while he searched for the one he wanted.
"Yo!" I yelled. "Can you help me?"
"That you, Lars?" the moose rumbled over the music, not looking up. He had a heavy Chicago accent. "Mealtime's not for another hour, cat."
"I'm just visiting," I said.
The moose stood. I gulped and backed away a step. The horns brushed the ceiling as the ten foot moose turned toward me and blinked his deep brown eyes in surprise.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Uh...my name's Moon-Drummer. I-"
"Ho, shit! I thought I recognized you, wolf! From them magazines! Damn!"
The moose grinned, his barrel-chested voice booming off the walls. He must have weighed close to half a ton, and his flat stomach told me it wasn't from fat. I was amazed he'd found clothes to fit him. Barely.
The moose wore a lumberjack-style plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled back from his stupendous forearms. The top button was undone as well, and I could see the hint of his huge pecs underneath, stretching his shirt out to the point I was sure it would rip.
Apparently, he followed the pro bodybuilder circuit. It was off season, but I'd been at the International MuscleFur Contest in New York three months ago, and just barely gotten away with first place. I was the new World Bodybuilding Champion. And I was only 25.
The moose was shaking my hand in a grip that could have enclosed my whole arm, telling me how he'd watched the contest on television with "the boys" and how he couldn't believe I was actually standing here talking to him.
"You're not so bad in the muscle department yourself, uh..."
The moose grinned.
"Bruce, wolf! Bruce da Moose, they call me! I'm the cook."
"Well, Bruce, I'm trying to find my way west to the main roads. Somehow I got turned around and ended up here."
Bruce nodded as if he'd heard my story before.
"You got a map, I can show you how to get there, no problem, wolf. But you gotta stay for a meal, at least. I mean, damn! You're Moon-Drummer! The boys'll be thrilled!"
I chuckled and pulled out my map. Bruce carefully outlined out to navigate the maze of back roads with one huge finger. When I'd finished, Bruce went back to cooking. I leaned on the counter.
"So what is this place, Bruce?"
"Ah, thought you'd never ask, wolf! This place is Pantheon Refuge."
"Refuge? For who?"
Bruce shot me a sly wink.
"You'll see. Dude in charge is a stallion by the name o'Thor. That's THE Thor, the horse they modeled that dildo off of."
I gaped at him.
"Are you serious?"
Bruce nodded with a chuckle. He eyed the clock.
"Meal time. I'll serve you up first, wolf. But you better grab a seat quick, space is gonna fill up real fast when the boys come."
I was about to ask him just who 'the boys' were when the front doors banged open. A cacophony of deep male voices filled the air and an army of huge furs began pouring in, their heavy feet literally making the tables buzz from the impact.
My jaw dropped to the floor. The average size of these monsters was eight feet tall. There were some who stood at a normal six foot range, but there were also one or two who's heads brushed the twelve foot doorframe. The heat from their bodies began to fill the air, along with a wild mix of heavy, masculine scents. Bruce discreetly flicked on the four overhead fans. About half wore full clothing, from skintight tee shirts to muscle shirts, but just as many strode in with bare tops, leaving nothing about their builds to the imagination.
I'm a pro bodybuilder, heavyweight. I've seen big muscled guys before. But THESE were more than just big guys. These were gods of men. Their physiques ranged from the undeniably impressive to the insane. I was making small sounds of astonishment in my throat.
Bruce nudged my paw with a plate heaping in meat and fresh vegetables. I turned to stare at him. He winked again, with a chuckle of his own.
"Told ya you'd find out."
I took my plate and turned to try and find a seat, preferably near the back. I nearly walked into a literal wall of muscle. I stared up at a gigantic, nine foot tall Doberman in nothing but a pair of spandex shorts. No one wore shoes. I wasn't surprised.
"Who's the shrimp?" he demanded in a bass rumble.
Despite myself, my hackles rose. I hadn't been called that in years. I growled.
"You betta watch yo'self, BD," Bruce warned.
BD snorted.
"Watch what? What's this little wolf gonna do to me?"
"You wanna know?" I asked in a snarl, "call me that again."
A chorus of "ooohs" rose from the circle of massive furs. Several nudged each other's shoulders. BD chuckled. He cracked knuckles the size of walnuts and bounced his gigantic pecs.
"You sure you wanna threaten me, runt?" he sneered.
My rear spinning roundhouse caught BD's thick ankles. The jarring backlash nearly tripped me, but it did a lot worse to BD. The huge doberman swayed like a building and crashed into one of the tables. The table shattered in a shower of splinters. I crossed my own rippling arms.
"Warned you," I said.
BD roared and barreled toward me like a living locomotive. He expected me to dodge. I just smiled and held my paws open, dropping into a wrestler's stance. We collided with a shockwave that rattled the cutlery in the kitchen. But I did not go flying through the air, end over end, like BD had expected. I held my ground. My clawed toes scrapped gouges in the wood of the floor while BD snorted and huffed, insanely oversized leg muscles pumping valiantly, but not doing much good.
"How...rrrr...how are you doing this?" BD snorted as he tried a different tack, only to have my arms lock on his wrists in a hold.
"Just lots of heavy lifting," I said with a casual smile, "and a bit of good genetics thrown in."
In point of fact, I had a quarter dire wolf blood flowing in my veins. It gave me five times the strength of a normal wolf my size. Which allowed me to easily do what I did next.
I released one of BD's arms, spun sharply to the side, and yanked his other arm forward hard.
"WHOAAAA!"
BD cried out as his feet left the ground. He hurtled through the open window of the kitchen and crashed through the far wall, leaving an opening you could have driven a car through.
There was stunned silence in the hall. I turned to face them, grinning.
"Any other takers?" I asked.
A massive chuckle made me turn. I had to step back. The stallion towering over us, at a staggering fifteen feet tall, had to be Thor. He was as wide as the side of a barn. Literally. There was no pretense at covering his body with clothes he would have ripped out of at the first movement. He wore a loincloth and a small gold medallion around his neck - the symbol for Mars. His skin was smooth, coal black, but he had two white patches to either side of his temples, which looked roughly like thunderbolts.
"I don't suppose you'd consider taking me on?" Thor asked in a dull rumble.
I gulped hard. Thor smiled.
"I never thought I'd see a celebrity at my gates."
He gestured for me to sit to his right at the head of the long table. I couldn't help taking a glance at his loincloth, imagining the sheer size of what it must conceal. Everything was oversized - the chair I sat in, the mugs filled with protein-laced fruit smoothies, the plates and the meals on them. I stared in awe at the literal tons of food that the gigantic, muscled fur hulks were shoveling into their stomachs.
Thor waited until he sensed the meal winding to a close. He stood. And when a stallion that size stands, people listen. Thor put a huge hand on my back.
"We have a special treat with us today, gentlemen. Guess who Bruce found sniffing around his counter today."
I stood, still in my riding leather. Heads looked me up and down, and I saw eyes begin to widen in recognition.
"That's...that's Moon! That's Moon-Drummer, who beat out Darkfang at the IMC in April!" cried a fox so bloated with muscle I was amazed he could move.
I flashed them my stage smile.
"How's it going, guys?"
The room erupted into bedlam as thirty muscle hulks all tried talking to me at once. Thor slammed a fist onto the table. Talk died again.
"Moon-Drummer is my guest here at Pantheon until he decides to leave." A soft smirk played over the equine lips. "We all know how to treat special guests, now, don't we?"
A rumble of chuckles drifted through the crowd. I could see one or two of the huge furs already checking me out. Thor's tone left no doubt what he meant..
Thor waved a massive arm to encompass the room.
"This is Pantheon Refuge, Moon. It exists for one reason - to shelter those too big to fit into normal society. You of all furs can appreciate that genetics are not often kind. In our case, our genetics and bodybuilding matched up too well. We grow muscle too easily. It is not just gigantism we have to deal with, it's bodies that don't know when to quit bulking. And.." he confessed with a wry smile, "neither do we."
This brought more chuckles from across the room.
"You see, Moon, we love weight training too much to give it up. But we can't train in any normal gym. Others are scared of us, jealous, the weights are too light. We have no one to compete with. No one to push us or accept us for what we are. So, fifteen years ago, I bought this land and built the first cabin. This is our sanctuary."
He ran a finger down my neck.
"And it's been a long, long time since we had anyone smaller to really appreciate our size. You'll be staying tonight in Vince's cabin. And if I don't hear your howls from my bedroom, I'll deal with Vince personally."
It's not as if I could refuse, even if I'd wanted to. Sure, I'd been able to throw BD through a wall, but BD was one of the SMALLER guys. Even with my dire wolf blood, most of the furs sitting around the table could grind my bones to powder as casually as crushing a soda can.
The twilight deepened. By twos and threes, the giant furs began to leave, holding paws or bulging, bulbous rumps, or with tree trunk arms draped across each other's backs. Thor sipped the last of his smoothie and gave a satisfied, massive belch. He rubbed his eight pack and chuckled.
"Compliments to the cook!" he shouted toward the kitchen.
"I hear that!" Bruce yelled back, grinning, wiping down the counters with one heavy hand.
Thor smiled at me.
"And now, Moon-Drummer, I'll leave you in Vince's tender care. Get some sleep...if you can."
He winked, then leaned over and kissed me. My fur tingled at the feeling of those thick, luscious equine lips pleasuring mine. The very tip of his hot, wet tongue touched my teeth before Thor withdrew and stood, leaving me panting with an iron rod making a tent pole in my jeans.
I watched Thor's massive, rippling back and legs as he strode out into the night. Someone cleared his throat. I turned and saw Vince, leaning casually against the last of the three exists from the mess hall.
I know scientists say rats can grow pretty big. Somehow, I don't think Vince was what they had in mind. He wore a pair of jeans with a loose chain hanging out of one pocket. His shirt was sleeveless, and the surfer logo was distorted by the bulges and folds of his brawny frame. Vince's fur was the color of a stormy sky, with a sheen that made me look like a mutt. I've never thought of rats as handsome. Vince was more than that. He was magnetic. His whiskers were so fine they were barely visible, and his nose was a dark spade on the end of a finely tapered snout. It gave him an almost canine appearance. Liquid black eyes gazed at me with an amused twinkle. He had a diamond stud in one ear and a dark band of Maori tattoos circling both watermellon-sized biceps.
For a few moments, we just gazed at each other. Then Vince spoke, and his voice was surprisingly soft and smooth.
"Hey there, handsome."
I scrambled to my feet, feeling my face burn under the fur. A very obvious triangle of stretched fabric poked between my legs.
"Vince....damn, I never thought rodents could look so good," I said with a sheepish grin.
Vince ran a casual paw through his luxurious neck fur.
"Used to be a model, back when I was a teenager. Old habits die hard."
I walked toward him, the stage walk I reserved for posing contests and locker rooms. His dark eyes ate it up. The edge of his lip curled up, revealing the hint of one ivory incisor.
He put his paw around my shoulders.
"You ready to meet your bunkmates, wolf?"
"Are they all as hot as you?" I asked, grinning shamelessly.
"Course they aren't, dude. That's why I'm the big rat in charge."
He winked.
We were both murring under our breath as we walked into the dark, cricket-filled clearing. Vince's hard body moving next to mine was making my cockhead butt against my fly.
Like everything else in Pantheon, the cabins were massive. What amounted to a cozy house to them would have been a barn to anyone else.
Four of the furry behemoths shared a cabin between them, sleeping in reinforced bunk beds that would support their massive weight. The two of the others were already inside when Vince and I arrived. Vince made the introductions.
Nearest the door was Harold. Like Vince, he was another member of a normally small species. The raccoon gave me a shy smile. He was the largest fur in the cabin, easily outweighing a grizzly and making even his expansive bunk look small and cramped.
The other lower bunk held a twelve-point stag in camo shorts with black suspenders stretched taught over his gigantic, striated pecs.
"That's Wayne, from Fort Myers," Vince supplied.
Wayne nodded at me.
"How do?"
"I'm...still adjusting," I managed. "I'm not used to being the small one."
The screen door opened behind us and the last of the cabin's residents stepped inside. His golden feline body was already naked. Tthe lamplight glowed off of a swaying, soft penis that would have satisfied an ox. The lion didn't say his name. He didn't say anything. He stood directly behind me, inches away, his fur grazing mine.
Vince chuckled.
"And that's Aaron. He doesn't say much. Aaron," he said, adopting a chiding tone, "say hello to the little wolf."
Aaron's paws slid down my traps, over my chest. His claws extended and grazed my shirt, feather light, directly over my nipples. My body quivered and I bit back a moan.
"Aw, what's wrong, wolf?" Wayne asked in his light Texan drawl. He stood. "I'da thought you'd appreciate our reception."
I opened my mouth to speak, but Aaron's clawed finger was scritching under my chin. Wayne drew nearer. He laid one hand on the bed and leaned over me, his twin mountains of chest beef tauntingly just out of reach.
One finger on his other hand undid my fly. My wolfhood burst free, the head poking out from between the zipper flaps. His fingers closed around it, slid inward, palm caressing my shaft while he gripped my balls, rubbing. I couldn't contain my moan any longer.
"Is that all you got to say?" Wayne demanded, smiling.
The other two hulks closed in on me from either side. Vince turned my head and our snouts met. The rat whiskers tickled, candy for the skin. My lips opened to draw breath. Vince moved in. His thin, agile tongue flicked over my fangs, touching the roof of my mouth deep back in my throat and fluttering there.
Harold knelt to lower himself to my level. His soft head nuzzled my arm and he gave a tiny, soft sound, half a murr and half a squeal. .
I'd never heard a sound so incredibly submissive. It speared my cock, spiking new life into it. My instincts were being played like a harp, first to submit to these living muscle gods, then to dominate them all, especially Harold, who seemed more than willing.
I tried to pull out of Vince's kiss, but Aaron's paws held my head immobile. The two walls of his gargantuan thighs pinned my body in place. I was utterly at their mercy.
I don't remember my clothes coming off, or theirs. But when Vince finally parted, after a full five minutes of spooning, I opened my eyes and saw a flesh feast. Four huge, obscenely muscled studs were huddled against me. Every inch of them bulged, flexed and rippled. Four massive, hard cocks pierced the air, the scent of so much sex making my head whirl.
A shadow fell over me. I felt warm breath on my ear, and then came a low, feline growl. Aaron had perfected the male lion's purr.
Aaron crawled into view, massive steel-corded arms and legs like some grotesque living anatomy chart of muscle. All of it wrapped in deep golden tan. Bronze eyes flecked with indigo centers locked onto mine. Aaron purr-growled at me again, wafting his breath on my face. He lay down, flexible as liquid itself, supine on his side, and smiled as he stroked his huge cock for me. Vince's tail slid up against my spine as I watched.
Harold gave me an adorable smile. And then he flexed his bicep in my face. It filled my vision from top to bottem, one single massive vein running along the top of it with tiny branches wrapping around his arm. Harold's bicep was as big around as my entire upper body. I groaned. First point to him.
I had slid down to my knees by this point. Wayne turned my head toward him, bouncing his pecs slowly, one after the other.
.
"You like your venison, don't you, wolf? You'd like to get your paws on some of this big, hard deer meat, now wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" I growled.
I slid my paws under Wayne's car-door-wide lats and pulled him to me. My lips pressed against those firm, smooth mountains. Wayne began to murr deep in his chest, slowly pumping and flexing his pecs, making the striations roll. I licked them, running the tip of my tongue over them like a rag over a washboard. I found his nipple and began audibly suckling, tender as a pup to his mother.
My eyes closed. My paws ran up the gigantic pecs, squeezing hard.
"Mmmm...yeah, worship that huge muscle," Wayne encouraged.
His hand grabbed the back of my head and shoved me deep, deep into his thick chest. His pecs parted, and my muzzle slid inside, followed by most of my head. I howled in pleasure, the sound muffled by so much flexing meat. My lips and tongue went wild deep within that musky darkness, walls of bulging, hard flesh massaging my face, and Wayne's chuckles filling my ears from every side.
Aaron purred his approval. Vince smiled.
"Gather the beds, guys."
Harold and Aaron stood. Aaron gripped the underside of one set of bunk beds with his paws and dragged it to the center. Harold did the same feat with a finger, as if opening a drawer. My jaw hit my chest.
"What?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.
The four muscle hulks and I crawled onto the thick mattresses. I was shaking like a virgin. We formed a rough doughnut-shaped furpile, and within seconds we were flexing and moaning, feeling each other up with our paws, lips smacking audibly as they kissed hard, bulging flesh.
Aaron, acting as silent director, drug me into the center. The circle closed. I crawled over to the huge lion. Aaron smiled, lying on his side again, stretching out those legs, each as thick as a grove of trees bound together. I reached between his legs and gripped a single, massive calf muscle in both paws, licking at his inner thighs. I squeezed the calf, like squeezing a granite boulder. Aaron pumped it for me, letting my fingers feel the incredibly deep diamond cut. He rippled his gigantic thighs and tightened them into a flex while I massaged them, up and down, up and down.
Harold found Aaron's cockhead and began to lick it. Aaron have a low, moaning meow that ended in a shuddering "whuff" through his nose.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I rolled lazy onto my other side and saw Vince kneeling in front of me, arms up in a fantastic front double biceps pose. He expected me to go for his arms. I went for those abs instead.
My paws rubbed firmly upward from his navel, bunching the tiny layer of skin and fur still covering his eight pack as my fingers traveled upward. Vince put his paws behind his head and gave me a cocky smile, sucking in his stomach, then relaxing and flexing it hard, letting me feel his abs ripple beneath my paws.
I grinned and gave them a sound slap. Vince grunted.
"Yeah, dude. Nothing but rock hard muscle there."
I made a fist and punched his tensed stomach. Harder, he commanded. I used all of my regular strength, and it just made Vince snicker. I ground my knuckles against those muscles in a hard, twisting circle. Vince switched his flex to a side obliques one, one of my favorites. Picture a rat with a build that would make Schwarzenegger blush and looks to make Brad Pitt hiss in envy doing that. Even a straight wolf would have moaned and shoved his snout against Vince's abs, nuzzling them and licking between the deep crevices.
I pulled away, licking my snout. My eyes locked on Harold. He gave a cute little "meep" and grinned, bushy striped tail beginning to wag. I nodded.
"Oh yes, you're next, big guy," I murred.
Every lupine instinct in me said not to worship Harold. Some perverse twist of fate had made the cabin's biggest guy the one most willing to be my slave for the night.
I crocked a clawed finger.
"C'mere," I ordered.
Harold crawled over the mattresses to me. I turned sideways to him and flexed my bicep hard. His fingers were caressing it instantly, running slowly over the peak, tracing the pulsing vein as I pumped it for him. They journeyed downward, brushing reverently against the tricep.
His innocent masked faced screwed into an expression of wanton abandon. I pushed his head down to my arm and he moaned, licking it inch by inch.
"That's right," I said with soft, firm tones, "you lick that arm, boy. Worship the arm of a champion."
"Oh, sir..." Harold crooned, his tongue swirling against my thick forearm.
The lust in the room was reaching a new level. Wayne, Vince and Aaron, not to mention my big raccoon were magnificently hung. Four cocks like living, pulsing roof beams stood at attention. My own eight inch wolfhood felt tiny by comparison.
Aaron purred and began to rub his massive shaft up and down my shoulder blades, the thick head hot on the fur of my neck. I laid myself back against it, opening my thighs. I snapped my fingers and pointed to my rod.
Harold's muzzle ploughed into my crotch. My entire lower body disappeared under his gigantic frame as he enfolded me in 86 inch arms. I felt his furred lips part over my cockhead. He gave a little lick. I shuddered.
"Suck it," I growled at him.
Harold gave another one of those hot whimpers and began to obey. With lungs like his, I was almost howling at the intensity of his worship. As for Wayne and Vince, they broke off from pawing each other to look at me with a pair of evil grins.
Then two more massive cocks were rubbing against me, one on either side of my neck. It's hard to judge size when you're lost in the throes of sex, particularly hot group sex with four of the biggest guys on the face of the Earth.
Harold was the smallest of the four, but also had the most girth. I could feel that much when his big raccoon prick started to brush my thighs. 4.5 inches wide, at least, and a good 9 inches long. Yeah...he was the smallest.
Wayne and Vince both had equally sized members, each about a foot long and 3 inches thick. I began taking turns, turning my head and taking Wayne into my mouth, suckling and wrapping my tongue in a circle around the shaft before popping it out and giving the same treatment to Vince.
But Aaron...Aaron had the monster sausage. I had to crane my neck back and see it upside-down, but when I did, I gasped. The lion grinned at me and wagged his gigantic penis in pride. It towered well past the start of his abs, brushing his lower pecs. Which, on a guy Aaron's size, meant 14 inches at the very least. And unlike the others, his lion meat was wrapped in pulsing veins.
Harold gave another subby moan. My lust was a roaring tempest, now. I wanted to fuck him for those moans. I wanted to ram my cock so hard in his ass he screamed and keep on ramming until he begged for mercy.
My muzzle rubbed against Aaron's huge, furry balls. I licked them once, and then opened my mouth and bit down. Aaron roared.
"YES!" he bellowed.
His huge paw gripped my head and forcibly ground my muzzle against his balls until I felt like my skull would crack. I snarled and bit harder, pulling on the thick scrotum skin.
"Enough goddamn foreplay," Wayne said through clenched teeth.
He was right. I pulled back. I slapped Harold's face.
"Turn around, bitch," I yelled.
Harold grinned and laboriously turned his giant body. He raised his fluffy tail, exposing ass cheeks the size of turkey dinner plates. My paws wrapped around his waist. He shoved his giant rump down on my erect wolfhood, helping me to spear him. I entered, smooth as silk.
I glanced around. The three other giant hunks were waiting, every one of them hungering for my ass. Not an easy decision. In my lust, I imagined all three taking me, one after the other. But I doubted even I could take that kind of punishment from guys built and hung like gods. Aaron would fill me until I was nothing but a living condom. Bruce would be hard, dominant, driving. And Vince....
I smiled at the gorgeous rat who'd been my host.
"Looks like you're the winner, sexy," I murred at him.
Aaron moved out of the way. I lay my head against Vince's firm, huge pecs. He bent to my ear.
"I'm going to fuck you like no one's ever fucked you, Moon."
I shivered. I leaned into Harold to let Vince slide underneath me. His huge legs gripped my waist, thighs pressing hard to my hips. No skinny, pencil rodent dick on this stud. He had the full thick humanoid cock.
"Yeah...do it..." I murmured.
Vince's cockhead pushed through my ass cheeks and began to stretch me open. I bit into Harold's meaty shoulder blade to stifle a groan. Wayne and Aaron helped. Their paws lifted me slightly off the mattress, guiding me back and downward. We were set.
Vince set up the rhythm, slow and strong. Soon I was humping in concert with him, shoving my rump back against his thrusts and then thrusting myself deep into that huge, muscled raccoon ass. Harold began to moan like some oversized muscular slut.
Not to be outdone, Wayne and Aaron took up positions to either side of me and began to flex. They ran their massive arms across my chest and pumped their biceps to insane sizes. They rubbed their pecs against my cheeks, hard huge nipples brushing my lips.
Wayne gave a frustrated snort. He hated missing out on the main action. I turned and gave him a coy smile.
"Aw, don't be like that, big stag," I said. "I've still got a mouth."
Wayne understood instantly and smiled back.
"Hoist me up, Aaron," he said.
Aaron was the only one big enough to straddle the rest of us. He picked Wayne up under the armpits with hardly a grunt. He'd probably lifted a lot heavier in the gym. His giant tool speared Wayne's ass. Wayne opened his mouth in a gasp of surprise, and then Aaron pushed him down against my muzzle.
I opened my mouth and felt his pride enter. It tasted rich, salty, nutty and heavy with musk. As one, all five of us began to move. Aaron's godly shoulder blades were shoved up hard against the bottom of the top bunk beds, but he didn't seem to mind.
I fucked, I took it, I sucked and licked. We all moaned. The sheer force of five huge, flexing, fucking muscle furs made even the thick, reinforced beds creak from the strain. The cabin windows began to fog over. None of us cared.
I was lost in a wet dream brought to life. I'd had lovers before, but never anything like this. Harold kept moaning out hot subby talk.
"Mmmm...oh, sir, take me...yes, use me for your pleasure...my huge body all for your pleasure, sir. Don't be gentle. Please sir. Fuck me. Fuck me harder! Harder!"
I snarled and hugged his massive body tighter to me, thrusting aggressively. He squealed and murred, driving me nearly over the edge. Vince responded in kind. His big paws gripped my shoulders, clawed nails digging through my fur.
"You want me to turn up the heat, stud?" he murmured.
I moaned in answer. He began sliding his gorgeous hips back and bucking them forward, back and FORTH, back and FORTH. Each hard, pounding slam in my ass striking my prostate like a gong. I began to writhe, begging for more, moaning around Wayne's thick shaft.
I used the combination of fucking Harold and riding Vince to bob my head harder, faster, around Wayne's cock. Wayne's head rolled back on his neck and his mouth opened to gasp for air.
"Awwww...god DAMN, wolf! FUCK...suck my sausage...YEAH...."
My tongue rolled directly over his piss hole, massaging the underside of his glans. Wayne shot precum into my mouth. His hips closed around my muzzle. He began to buck into me, out of control, moaning and shouting to the ceiling.
Aaron purred. He didn't have to thrust very hard to keep up with the rest of us, and his piercing tripled the pleasure Wayne was receiving. But Wayne wasn't letting him off that easy.
"You fall asleep back there, pussycat? C'mon!" he screamed.
Aaron roared. The glass windows vibrated. I could actually hear the wet, seesaw sucking and rubbing of his huge tool as he rammed Wayne.
To hell with it. To hell with everything. I wanted to cum. I wanted to blast my wolf seed deep, deep into Harold's needy ass. I felt my mind dissolve into fire. I crushed Harold to me. He whimpered in appreciation. He knew what was coming. Aaron reached down with his free paw and grabbed Harold's giant rod, stroking it. Harold licked Aaron's gigantic forearm, his tongue tracing the veins that were popping up like roads from the exertions of the giant lion.
SLAM...SLAM..SLAM...harder and harder, I was fucking Harold like an alpha wolf in rut. Vince swore in a moaning voice as I clenched my tight glutes around his shaft. I put all my remaining concentration - the iron hard focus of a pro bodybuilder at the gym - into sucking Wayne with everything I had.
Wayne screamed. He kept on screaming. I tasted cum. Just a bit at first, a tiny spurt. I pressed my tongue flat to his urethra and curled it slightly, so that it acted like a pair of lips, kissing while I sucked on it like the straw on a stubborn milkshake. Then the rest came. A glorious eruption as thick as Thanksgiving gravy. It coated my tongue from front to back, sloshing against the sides of my mouth. I gagged on the sheer volume. Wayne fucked my throat harder, yanking on my fur with his fingers as he lost all control.
Cum surged up from my balls. I could almost feel the path it followed. I clamped down hard with my will. Not yet. NOT....YET! I was shaking with the effort. Harold let out a massive shuddering moan.
"GIVE ME YOUR CUM! PLEASE MASTER!" he bellowed.
That was what I'd been waiting for. I howled. I lost it. Utterly and completely, all boundaries and time whirling and shattering. There was nothing but the supernova of ecstasy as arc after glorious arc of my seed planted itself in my titanic raccoon bitch. This set Harold off in turn, another screamer.
Aaron purred louder and let Harold's tide of cum fill his paw, dripping from his clawed fingers. He smeared it across Harold's muzzle, forcing Harold to suck it from his fingers. Harold shot a second load, spattering wet and hot against the far wall.
It'd almost forgotten about Vince until I felt the force of a gunshot in my rump. I howled again. Vince was a silent one, barely breathing, muscled locked in a steel hard flex as he let the orgasm ride him.
It was like the tower of Babel collapsing. One by one we crashed to the mattresses, moaning, panting, gasping for oxygen like divers. The air was so thick with the smell of man musk and cum you could have cut it with a knife.
Harold found me, one huge paw next to my head as he smiled and leaned over me.
"Thanks, babe," he said, and bent down to plant a long, lingering kiss on my lips.
"Does that mean I get to cuddle with a big raccoon tonight?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"Whatever you want, my little wolf master."
Wayne and Vince were spooning in loud, wet smacks, rubbing the tips of each other's cocks and playing with nipples. I shook my head.
"Don't those two ever get enough?"
"No," Aaron rumbled, grinning.
He flicked off the light. No one so much as brushed their teeth. I heard Harold sigh as he propped a pillow behind his back and leaned against the headboard near me. I crawled between his giant, bulging legs and nuzzled his eight pack. His warm paw stroked my ruff in the darkness. I fell asleep with my arms around his huge, thick, hard pecs.
I woke up in someone else's arms. Cool air stirred my fur. Crickets and owls called. I could feel the soft jarring from the heavy foosteps of whoever held me. I was outside, being carried deeper into the forest. I shook my head to clear it, and sniffed. I knew that scent.
"Aaron?" I said.
A low chuckle came from above me.
"Where are we? What's going on?"
"Midnight snack," he said.
We stopped in the darkest patch of the glen. He twitched biceps larger than the average boulder.
"Kiss me," he rumbled.
"Aaron, I'm all worn out."
Wrong move. A growl that would have made T-Rex himself hesitate rose around me.
"How much do you weight, Moon?" he asked softly, sounding each word distinctly and with slow deliberateness.
"220."
He snorted.
"I eat 220 pounds for breakfast. I could outbench you and your entire weight class at the internationals combined without breaking a pant. I want you...to kiss me."
I gulped. I knelt in his arms and drew his lips to mine. I meant to be slow, maybe a little romantic. Aaron's giant paw grabbed the back of my head. He lowed deep in his chest and sealed lips to my muzzle, sucking all the air from my lungs to feed his own, nostrils widening as he took in still more air. I felt that huge chest expand and expand. Thirty seconds later, my body was rocked by the full furious passion of a gigantic muscular lion kissing back.
I saw stars as he sucked my lower lip and grinned at me in the darkness.
"Holy fuck, Aaron," I gasped. "I had no idea you were so horny!"
"You don't have any clue how horny I am."
I glanced up at his burning, lustful eyes.
"But you...tonight in the cabin, you..."
He chuckled.
"I never actually came, little wolf. I stoked my fire and saved it. For you."
I gulped even harder.
"How...how long has it been since you got off?"
"Two weeks."
I said a prayer in the wolf tongue. This was going to be good.
"All right," I said, grinning in the darkness, "maybe I do have a second round in me."
"Good wolf," Aaron purred.
We kissed again, and this time I didn't hold back either. Our jaws ground together. Aaron murred in appreciation. His mane fell against my face, smelling of sun-warmed grass. I ran my hands over his thick neck, tracing veins and rippling muscle. His paw cupped my rump, drawing me closer. I spread my thighs.
Giant, hard abs began to rub against my crotch. I moaned. Aaron was eating my mouth, rough feline tongue slurping against my tonsils. My claws dug into his shoulder blades.
"Aaron, you gorgeous, hulking lion," I whispered.
Aaron purred and slowly licked my neck.
"I know I'm too big to mount you," he said. "But..."
I smiled and put a paw over his lips. I climbed down his body, using the cuts in his muscles for pawholds. I straddled his massive crotch. Flexing my hips, I ground my glutes against the base of his semi-hard shaft.
"This what you want, big guy?" I murred.
"Yeah," Aaron moaned.
I slid lower. I cupped his thick cock with one paw and stretched my mouth over his head. I tasted the sharp salty taste of his pre. Aaron leaned back against a tree and groaned.
"Oh, Moon...."
My tongue rubbed the raised line of flesh on the underside of his cock. I turned my head slowly from one angle to the next, working his cock in and out. I managed to deep throat that throbbing head and made hard swallows, clenching it with my throat muscles.
"GOD!!" Aaron roared. "YES! Make me CUM, Moon!"
Both paws on his shaft, now. Stroking it with my entire body, back and forth, moaning myself at the python veins that snaked over that hard flesh. My own meat was so stiff it ached. I rubbed it on the underside of Aaron's shaft.
I switched positions, lying on my back so that our balls ground together. Aaron obliged by kneeling and gently thrusting his member in my throat. I began to moan, soft, erotic lupine begs for more. I drank his pre, continuous and gloriously thick. His clawed fingers were in my ruff, stroking my head, adoring me, urging me onward.
The force of his orgasm blew my head off his cock, knocking it backward against the ground. Aaron roared to the skies. He grabbed his cock and stroked it with his paws, cum spraying from it like a fire hose. In seconds, I was completely covered. We lay there, panting, the night sounds rising again around us.
I could feel Aaron's loving smile. He bent over me and gently began to clean his cum off my fur. I murred, feeling that strong tongue massage my skin wherever it touched. I kissed back, tasting his muscles - neck, shoulders. bicep, chest. He gave me a slow, sucking lick on my wolfhood that made me cum just as he pulled off. I writhed on the ground and shot, a pathetically small load, but then it was my second one in less than four hours. Aaron chuckled and cleaned it off me all over again.
I must have fallen asleep in his arms while he carried me back to the cabin. I woke up to golden sunshine, equally golden, muscular biceps gently pillowing my head against a gigantic chest. I leaned up and kissed Aaron's cheek. Aaron opened his tawny eyes.
"Hey there," he rumbled sleepily and yawned.
"What's on the agenda today, big guy?" I asked.
"Shower, breakfast," Aaron said. He was back to being a lion of few words. Apparently the more talkative he was, the hornier he was.
I reluctantly left the soft warmth of his body. The cool morning air kissed my fur. My other cabin mates stirred around me. I smiled as Harold gave a huge yawn, his head fur all rumpled from last night's activities.
"Morning, sir," he said sleepily. I chuckled and kissed him.
"Hope you've got enough of that to go 'round," Wayne called.
His bulging arms wrapped around me. I could feel the denim of his pants against my bare legs. Huge chest and rippling abs squeezed into my back as he hugged me from behind and kissed my cheek.
"Morning, stud," I said.
Food was first priority among the huge furs of Pantheon Refuge. Well, maybe after pumping iron. I could hear the clanks and grunts of furs hard at work as we passed the gym. I thought of those immense muscles bulging under the strain of incredible loads and shivered.
Vince put an arm around my back as we walked.
"Had a good night?" he asked innocently.
I gave his obliques a playful shove.
Bruce was there as usual, serving up a mountainous breakfast of waffles, egg white omelets, cottage cheese and creatine smoothies. He gave me a broad grin as I came strolling in with my big boys. His teeth were white against the dark brown of his muzzle.
"Hey! Moon, my wolf. Those guys let you sleep?"
"Barely," I snickered, giving Wayne's rump a fondle.
Bruce laughed. Several other furry hulks were already shoveling it down. They waved at me. I made a mental note to ask Thor for the refuge's address. These guys deserved something special for all they'd given me.
I leaned on the counter while Bruce ladled up my "small portion," as he called it.
"Bruce..." I said.
"Yo."
"Haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'kiss the cook?' "
Bruce's grin widened. He bent across the counter, his massive pecs making the wood groan. I cupped his heavy jaw in one paw and opened my lips. His broad, thick tongue tasted like almonds. Cheers rose over the mess hall.
"Making yourself at home, I see," said a familiar ultra bass voice.
I broke the kiss with Bruce and looked up into the gorgeous equine features of Thor.
"Aw, don't be getting jealous," I said.
Thor accepted my invitation. I was in his arms, and his strong muzzle was against my own. The kiss he gave me left me groaning, cock butting my thong like a living thing. What a stallion! As we parted, he leaned to my ear.
"I have a private shower stall in my personal cabin."
"I'll be there," I whispered back.
Breakfast passed in a blur. I was stuffed, still a little groggy from sleep. Thor's fingers on my shoulder woke me up.
We strode out of the mess hall. Thor had to walk at a snail's pace to allow me to keep up. I took three strides for every one of his. In the morning sunshine, his brushed coat looked magnificent. I was half hypnotized by the slow flexes and ripples of his Sequoia thighs every time he took a step.
"What do you think of Pantheon, Moon?" he asked.
"Thor, what you've done here is incredible. I'm honored to have met you."
"The honor is entirely mine, Moon-Drummer. It is not every day a man meets his idol."
I stopped, staring at Thor. He smiled and nodded.
"Yes, Moon. I have followed your career ever since I first knew about you. I have studied every routine you ever did, watched your physique develop, and tried to impart your principles to my boys here - honor, passion, dedication, and sportsmanship."
I didn't know what to say. For the first time, a fan had made me speechless. Thor put a huge, warm hand on my back and guided me to his cabin. It was identical to the others, but housed only one occupant. At Thor's size, two would have been impossible.
Thor handed me a towel once we were inside, and nodded to the bathroom. The cold water made me gasp. I prefer cold showers. There was a big brush in a rack on the wall, along with liquid soap and fur conditioner. I began to scrub myself down.
I was finishing my legs when I felt the water warm. I glanced up at the knob. A massive black hand was turning it. Steam began to fill the stall. The door slid open. Thor, naked except for his Mars medallion, stepped inside. The door slid shut. Steam whirled around us, water droplets beading on his two ton muscular frame. I gulped hard.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked. His rolling bass echoed off the tiles.
"N...not at all," I managed. I handed him the brush.
Thor began to groom himself, as if oblivious to the presence of another naked muscular male in his shower. I forgot about soap and conditioner. There was only Thor's divine body. Water caressed the obscene, rolling muscles, forming rivers and streams, waterfalls over the landscape of his back. A miniature rapids of white water foamed across his huge, tight rump. Thor kept his mane cut short, Trojan style. I was standing in the shower with a living god.
Thor paused when he felt my paw rub up his lower back. His head turned to look over one Herculean shoulder. His deep black eyes were half-lidded, with just the faintest hint of a smile to his lips. I kept my paw moving upward, pressing my fingers firmly against his thick spine. Thor's eyes shut and he grunted. His nostrils flared.
Thor continued grooming. He raised one arm and scrubbed at his pit while my other paw wove around his waistline. Thor washed off the brush and set it back in place on the rack. We were facing each other. Our hard cocks touched. The dildo Thor had modeled for didn't do him justice.
Thor reached out and pinched our cockheads together. His fingers rubbed in a circle on the top of them, making the lips of our urethras kiss like lovers. I shuddered and bit my tongue. I didn't want to moan. Not when Thor seemed to have such total control of his own lust. His scent was so thick in the steaming water I could have bitten into it like cake.
I reached up. My fingers closed around his shaft. Try to imagine a hard, throbbing humanoid cock as long as a baseball bat and as wide as a paint can. There were veins thick as my fingers snaking across his python. I could feel them like ridges as I stroked downward. Thor whickered but said nothing. His ghost of a smile grew.
I was at the perfect height compared to the giant stallion. It was so tempting. Thor saw me looking at it and ran a blunt finger over the back of my ear.
"Go ahead," he rumbled softly.
This time I did moan. My muzzle clamped on his 5 inch thick rod. It was far to wide for me to take inside, but I tried valiantly. My tongue scraped across his glans, over his piss slit. Thor gave a groan like a building shifting. His hand clamped on the back of my head and SHOVED.
I grabbed his thick tool in both paws. My muzzle ground on his cockhead like a lemon on a juice press. My jaws strained painfully. I didn't care. His head was inside. It felt like trying to swallow an apple whole. My drool leaked out and dripped from the underside of his shaft.
At the first drop of the most incredible pre I've ever tasted, I pulled out. I was panting. Thor's nostrils were fully dilated and his tail twitched behind him. One strong wrist scooped me off my feet. I spread my legs, pressing my groin to his bulging ten pack abs.
Thor's kiss had the force of a hurricane. I hugged his gorgeous, thick neck, yanking him against me as hard as I could. I was salivating for his tongue, silently begging him to go harder. He did. I groaned. One of his fingers found my tailhole and gently probed it.
I parted with a shuddering gasp. Thor kissed my neck and nipped it tenderly with his giant, blunt teeth.
"Take me....oh God...take me you massive stud..." I whispered.
"No," Thor said with a shake of his head. "It would kill you."
I nearly wept. I wanted him so badly. Thor pressed me to the cold tile, kissing me again. Then he lowered me to the level of his chest and began to flex his hips. The heavy, thick trunk of his cock rubbed up my crotch, over my abs, against my pecs. Then back down.
I got the idea. I wrapped my arms around his waist and began to hump back into him. I pressed my muzzle into his huge peaks of muscle, burying myself against them, licking it, kissing it.
Our passions rose. Thor began to snort in rhythm, ears lowering to his skull. His humps became thrusts, and then full hard bucking. My dire blood rose, singing in my veins, and I gave back as hard as I was given. Thor moaned in delighted surprise.
I leaned back against the wall and shoved my cockhead directly into his navel, grinding it in a corkscrew motion. His own monster caressed my cheek and ear and neck, leaving a glittering trail of equine precum.
I reassumed my position for more frontal body fucking and looked up into his incredibly handsome face.
"Now show me why they call you Thor," I murred.
Thor's lips drew back from his teeth. He whinnied. The first thrust against my body slammed me into the wall. My wind left me. I heard tile and plaster shatter behind my back. Thor kept it up, the intensity of his humping was incredible. Every muscle was engaged. I could picture them, powerful as locomotives, bulging and flexing all over his body, mane flashing in the light and spraying water and sweat into the air.
I howled. My cum spattered against his heaving chest, dripping from his nipples.
"OHHHH! OHH MOOOON!!"
His body shook. I snarled and sank my fangs into his chest. He let loose a roar that would have done a dragon proud. Stallion seed flooded over my fur, plastering it to my skin. I licked it from the air. Slowly, like a braking train, Thor's humps subsided. He leaned against the ruined wall, panting hard, still moaning, while the hot water and steam flushed our lovemaking away.
The massages were my idea. I knew from hard experience the previous night how sore we both would be. Thor was happy to oblige, and those heavy, strong, warm hands all over my body nearly made me cum all over again. Thor knew muscles intimately, and therefore just how to stimulate them. We switched places on his huge bed. Thor's body filled it. It was like seeing a captive whale at a zoo, even his triple king size bed looked cramped with him in it.
Thor murred and hummed in appreciation. My much smaller paws could get deeper into his muscled cuts than any of his fellow fur hulks. When it was over, we lay together on the bed, kissing, brushing each other's nipples, feeling up biceps and huge, flexed pecs.
I sighed in his gargantuan arms.
"I can't stay much longer, Thor," I said.
"I know," Thor said, stroking my fur. "One more day? My boys are so eager to show off for you."
I smiled and kissed him.
"All right, sexy. One more day."
They gathered in a junkyard behind a stand of pines, near the back of the refuge. I could hear traffic in the distance. There had to be a major highway a few miles away. If only the tiny furs in those cars knew about the gods of muscle so close to them!
"What's all this?" I asked Thor.
Thor smiled.
"This is how we earn our living. There's a salvage yard three miles to the west. They dump everything from old cars to used train engines. We scrap it for them."
I glanced around.
"I don't see any machines," I said suspiciously.
Thor and several of the other massive furs chuckled.
"We don't need machines," Vince said.
Each of the giant muscle furs chose a vehicle. I suppressed a yelp of astonishment as, one by one, they began to compact them. With nothing but bare paws and seething, flexing muscles. No hard hats. No work gloves.
Thor gestured for me to take a little inspection tour. BD squatted in front of an old dump truck and flipped it onto its side with one paw, casual as a handyman overturning a lawn mower. He massive, cocky doberman yanked out the salvageable muffler, and popped off two sets of good tires, each as large as my entire upper body, by using his thumbs. It was like popping the top off a soda can for him. Then he grinned at me and clamped his paws, one on each side of the truck.
"This is my favorite part," he said.
With a curled lip, his gigantic back and arm muscles bulged. The dump truck began to fold inward like a collapsing accordion, shrieking like a dying animal. Glass popped and shattered. Axels as thick as my arm bent inward like smashed straws. In a few moments, BD had a neat cube of metal which he lifted, whistling, and stacked onto several others.
"Imagine what we could do as a demolition crew," Harold said with a grin. He was flattening solid sheet metal boxcars with a few pounds of his fists.
"Naw, we'd be too busy cleaning up the spooge from all the tiny admirers," Wayne chortled as he literally rolled up a totaled BMW like a carpet.
Vince eyed me.
"Hmmmm...what do you think, guys? Should we invite our guest to a game of football?"
A chorus of approving cheers deafened me. I shook my head. What kind of football would such titans engage in?
I found out soon enough. They moved to a wide, open grassy field. Thor bent and entered a corrogated shed next to the fenced in junkyard. He emerged carrying a big metal ball casually under one arm. I blinked and stared at it. It took me a while to process what I was seeing. These living mountains were going to play football with an Atlas ball.
For those of you who don't watch the World's Strongest Man competition, an atlas ball is basically an oversized cannonball. Or you could think of a wrecking ball they use on cranes to demolish skyscrapers.
Thor tossed the ball to Vince. Vince caught it easily. He spun it on one finger. Thor was automatic captain of one team. I was nominated for the other. I've been in arousing situations before, but now I was having thirty gorgeous male furs, all weighing in at 500 to 1,000 lbs each, line up for me to choose as team mates.
It was the kind of football you might have found on Mt. Olympus, if Greek gods ever played it. The ground shook every time one of my teammates ran. When two of them crashed together, grunting and snorting like a pair of house-sized rams in heat, the shock waves set the trees swaying.
I managed pretty well, considering I was the smallest player. I used my agility and superior speed to good advantage. It didn't save Thor from scoring one touchdown by simply grabbing me AND the ball under one arm and barreling through my teammates to the goal line. Once that horse got moving, there was probably no force on Earth that could have stopped him.
After the game, and several gallons of water later, I whipped out a permanent marker and ran the gauntlet, singing photos, workout journals, tee shirts, and even a few biceps. I admit, I was a little teary-eyed as they escorted me to the parking lot. I wasn't the only one.
Bruce was waiting with my bike, wiping his huge hands on a rag.
"Hey, big wolf. She's all tuned up and ready for ya."
"Aww, Bruce!"
He hugged me tight to that deep, furry chest.
"You take care of yo'self, you hear?" he murmured.
He handed me a huge brown paper sack.
"For the road," he said with a sheepish smile.
I didn't have to look in the bag. My nose told me there was a full set of ribs and a shepherd's pie waiting for me.
I set the bag carefully in one of my storage satchels on the back of my bike. Then I turned to the waiting fur hulks.
"Huddle up, guys."
Thirty massive muscled bodies surrounded me, arms across their shoulders.
"Never give up," I said, looking each of them in the eye. "That's the only real secret to bodybuilding. You never surrender. You keep pushing, growing, cutting and posing. You keep eating and finding new ways to improve your performance. And you never, never let anyone tell you that you can't do something."
They hugged me. All at once. I could barely breathe from all that muscle squeezing me, but it was worth it for them. Wayne and Harold, Vince and Thor all gave me lingering kisses. Even BD gave me a pat on the back.
The moon was well on its way to setting later than night when I finally pulled into my own driveway. Bruce's meal had kept me full all the way. I'd also found a little surprise for me in that bag - photos of all thirty guys plus Bruce and Thor. Some of them quite naughty. And tucked on the back of Thor's photo was a mailing address, a map, and one note:
Come back any time. - Thor.