FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This story contains M/M vore and some homophobic content (but not from the main characters). If vore isn't your thing, then please read no further. Chad and Trent belong to Jizzal and are used here with my permission. Bill belongs to me, obviously, whereas all of the other characters were thought up especially for this story (although the squirrels and the chinchilla are rather heavily based on some other fictional characters, hehe).

One thing. I know absolutely dick about how gyms and their equipment work so you'll forgive me if the one workout scene is both brief and inaccurate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's going to be one of those days, thought Chad the wolf. He was at the moment giving timing a cheetah track runner on a treadmill, stopwatch in hand. The cheetah, David, was a fairly sleek as was common for his species, and wearing naught but short track shorts, something Chad knew David had done deliberately to tease him, the saucy little flirt. Chad found himself staring more at David's ass than the stopwatch, but he was being distracted by both by....those damn rodents.

They had started coming in off and on a few days ago, a trio of odd-looking rodents, two squirrels and a chinchilla, all either in their teens or early college years, and all the most disruptive creeps Chad had ever seen in his entire life, running around acting like two year olds. Well, the squirrels were. The chinchilla seemed content to just stand there and stuff his face with candy corn from a bag he was holding.

The worst one of all was the skinny red squirrel, who was, at the moment, bouncing up and down on a trampoline while laughing like a loon. God, thought Chad, what are they? Cartoon characters? The squirrel mistimed his last jump and flew off, smashing into the floor. The grey and white squirrel and the chinchilla pointed and laughed at him. Guess that answers my question, Chad decided. Of course, they didn't give off the same bad vibes as some other clients, Chad thought, looking across the room at the tiger and husky currently working out, the tiger lifting weights while the husky spotted for him. Though they hadn't done anything wrong, there was just something off about those two that Chad didn't like.

His attention was brought back to David when the cheetah cleared his throat. Turning, Chad blinked. David had stopped running, and was standing alongside the treadmill, leaning on the handlebar, a small smile on his face. "So, how'd I do?" he asked.

Chad realized he had forgotten to stop the timer, and glanced down at the stopwatch, which as still going. He instantly pressed the button. Seven minutes. He quickly in his mind subtracted what he thought was the exact time that had passed since he'd gotten distracted and David had stopped, and replied, a little slowly, "Six minutes."

David laughed, grabbing a towel and drying the sweat off his face and head. "Is that what the stopwatch says, or did you just pull that one out of thin air?" he said.

Chad grinned, a little sheepishly, ashamed of himself for getting distracted, esecially from such a sexy cheetah. "Eh...a bit of both," Chad said. "Luckily I'm not too bad with adding and subtracting. Anyway, I'd say you did about your usual. Dunno why you always insist on havng me stand here and time you."

"Got to," said David, grabbing his shirt from a nearby bench and throwing it over one shoulder, standing with his hips cocked. "Gotta make sure I'm ready for the big race next week."

Oh, you're ready, all right, thought Chad, looking him up and down. He resisted the urge to call the cheetah out and tell him he knew the real reason. That he was hitting on him and being a flirt. But that would ruin the dance. Eventually, he knew, they'd find themselves alone together and in a position to do what they both wanted to, and Chad wanted to savor it and make it worth the effort, rather than just some random fling.

David opened his mouth to say something, when he stopped short, eyes widening. He was staring at something behind Chad. He said, "Look out!" but even as Chad was turning, it struck him upside the head with a dull thump.

It was a soda can. Unopened. Chad was dazed momentarily, and David offered him some support, but a quick shake of the head cleared the dizziness away, and the big wolf gave a small wave of his hand, saying thanks but no to David's offer, and then, glowering, turned and looked in the direction the soda can had come from.

Those fucking rodents. Those motherfucking rodents. They were standing there, pointing and laughing at him like lunatics. The stocky grey and white squirrel, the obvious leader, was the one who had thrown it. He could tell by the smirk on the stupid little bastard's face. The other squirrel and the chinchilla just cackled insanely.

"I hate those guys," David said, voicing Chad's thoughts for him. "Listen, uh, I'm gonna get outta here. I'm bushed."

Chad rubbed his head, his libido killed anyway. "All right," he said, not taking his eyes off the rodents who didn't seem to realize the danger they were in, messing with him. "Same time tomorrow?"

"You bet," David said, and, grabbing his gym bag, head off in the direction of the locker rooms. Chad watched him go, and thought he heard the cheetah say, softly, "Hottie." He smirked a bit, then the goose egg forming on his head as he rubbed it brought him back to the three little troublemakers. Having had his fill of them, Chad decided to make it plain that they were to behave themselves in his gym, or else, and he did so by marching right up to them, whereupon their laughter stopped instantly and they stared up at the massive wolf towering over them in sudden fear.

"Sure, all brave when I'm across the room," he said, puffing his chest up and doing his best imitation of a really pissed-off football linebacker about to start a bar brawl. "But when I actually come over here you three little jerks sure shut the hell up, huh?"

The skinny red squirrel swallowed audibly. He took a step back. "Come on, Lawrence, let's get outta here," he said, quivering. He was the smart one, Chad decided. Or at least, he had some self-preservation instincts despite his obvious stupidity.

Lawrence, who was obviously the grey and white squirrel, simply said, "Pipe down, Edwin, what's he gonna do? Beat us up?"

Without missing a beat, Chad reached down and grabbed both Lawrence and the fat chinchilla; Lawrence by the throat and the chinchilla by the scruff, and lifted them clean off their feet. Edwin, the other squirrel, yelped, turned, and fled for the door.

"No," said Chad, holding the two rodents close to his face, giving them a good, long look at his teeth, "but I AM gonna show you three the door." He have a nod with his head, in the direction Edwin was fleeing. "There's the door." He then turned and flung them after their friend, the chinchilla's candy corn bag flying and spraying the sweets everywhere.

The two rodents slammed into Edwin and all three of them tumbled in a big heap into the door, knocked it open, and they rolled out onto the sidewalk. Chad dusted his hands off, and everyone else in the gym applauded. Trent, his fellow instructor who was a large buck, came over and slapped him on the back, holding the dented soda can in one hand. "Way to go," he said, grinning. "To tell you the truth I was this close to doing that myself. Damn kids."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the same time, outside, a smallish rabbit named Bill was approaching the gym, ruminating on how he had avoided almost all physical activity all of his life up until now. At only about five feet, with round black-rimmed glasses and a very slight build, he knew he certainly needed to start working out if he hoped to stand up to the guys at work who liked to push him around. His co-worker David, a cheetah, had reccommended this gym, saying how he went there, and how nice the instructors were. And David, who had, Bill had to admit, a great fucking body, had certainly benefitted from it. He was pretty athletic even beyond the natural abilities of his species. And so when Bill confided in David that he was beginning to become actually scared of co-workers Jablonsky and Lyman, David had told him he needed to work out a bit and learn to protect himself, and so had mentioned this gym.

Bill was, however, a bit of a social reject, to say the least. He was unmarried, lived alone, and barely socialized at all at work. It'd taken every ounce of his courage to even speak to David the first time. He was grateful the cheetah had wound up being so nice to him. And now, he was taking what was, for him, another huge step. Visiting a gym. He didn't like jocks much. Jablonsky and Lyman were a couple of meatheads themselves, after all. Plus sometimes just talking to someone new was a huge deal for Bill.

He walked up to the front of the gym. The entrance looked inviting enough, he thought. All of a sudden the door flew open and three rodents, two squirrels and a chinchilla to be exact, came tumbling out in a big heap. Reflexively, Bill jumped back, as did a few other passersby. The rodents lie there, dazed but otherwise unhurt. Looking through the open door, which was slowly swinging shut, Bill could see a very large, very muscular wolf talking to an equally big buck. Had they been the ones who threw the rodents out? He gulped. He really hoped David wasn't sending him into a den of bullying jocks.

Bill recoiled a bit, frowning, then turned and caught the door before it closed, pulling it open again, and walked inside.

Chad turned and saw him come in, and instantly he smiled. Ah, he thought, a new customer. And one who looked like he really needed the workout, too. From the looks of him, the skinny rabbit with chocolate-brown fur and a mop of reddish hair was the epitome of "nerd." He was wearing glasses, which didn't automatically mean "nerd," but these had thick black frames. He was also overdressed, wearing a dress shirt and necktie. Chad guessed he was an office worker of some sort. Beside him, Trent, who hadn't seen the rabbit yet, was examining the can of soda, tossing it up and down in his hand. "It's the sugar, I tell ya," he said. "Damn kids get so hyper they dunno what they're doin'."

Even as the door was still slowly shutting, Lawrence leapt to his feet outside, shaking his fist. "Vengeance!" he cried, making Bill turn. Chad didn't pay him much mind, his eyes on the rabbit, but Trent shook his head and threw the soda can at him. Bill ducked, the can flying over his head, out the door, and clunked Lawrence in the head, knocking the squirrel flat on his back. It was only then that Trent noticed their new customer.

The door shut with a soft noise, and Bill turned back towards the two hulking employees. After that display, he was seriously thinking reconsidering this endeavour and leaving, but the buck stepped forward with a smile. "Hi there," he said cheerfully, "I'm Trent. This is Chad."

Chad was quick to step forward as well, extending his hand, and with it, his massively muscular arm. "Hi," he said. "You looking to join up?"

Bill gulped, eyeing the offered hand. Finally, he reached up and took it. Chad's fingers encircled his hand and totally eclipsed it, and he gently gave it a shake. Bill was surprised at the gentleness. No squeezing, no trying to exert his physical power. Just a friendly little shake. The rabbit managed a smile and finally replied, "Um, uh, yes, please."

"All right," Chad said, releasing the rabbit's hand. "And what's your name?"

"It's Bill," the rabbit replied, blushing a bit.

Chad released his hand and, turning, gestured for Bill to follow and led him across the main room, back to where the offices were. "Well, then come right this way and we'll get you all signed up," he said. As they walked, Chad talked. "Sorry about Trent and the thing with the soda can. Those rodents have been a bit of a nuisance around here for a while, so we decided it was finally time to teach 'em a lesson."

Bill followed at a mild distance, nodding. So, he thought, there had been a reason for them throwing the rodents out. Maybe these guys weren't as bad as he initially thought. As they went, they passed David, freshly showered and changed. "Oh, hey, Bill," he said, stopping.

Chad stopped, too. "You two know each other?" he asked, blinking. He remembered David had mentioned something about a cute friend who wanted to join up but was lacking the courage, but that he'd been working on getting him to go. Obviously Bill was him.

This was confirmed when David said, "Yeah, this is the guy I was tellin' you about, my friend from work. Isn't he cute?" Chad smiled, turning and looking at Bill. Indeed he was cute. Delicious-looking, even. Especially with that chocolate-colored fur. But that was for later. For now, he simply nodded.

Bill, for his part, felt a little weird with David asking a total stranger whether he was cute. Up until now he'd had no idea David was even openly gay with anyone. And the look Chad was giving him made him a little uneasy. The wolf seemed friendly, but there was something about him, something underneath the surface. Nothing dangerous though. Of that Bill was certain. Despite his hulk, there was no way this giant wolf was at all going to hurt him. And yet there was still something a bit....predatory lurking in him, Bill could sense.

As Chad and David talked and Bill looked on silently, none of them noticed the tiger and the husky from before standing across the room, eyeing them. If Bill had turned and seen them he would've immediately recognized them as Jablonsky and Lyman from work. "Small world," said Lyman, the husky.

"Not kiddin'," said Jablonsky, the tiger. "It's gettin' to become a regular faggot convention at this gym." He was bigger and beefier than the stocky Lyman, but neither of course was anywhere near as impressive as Chad (or Trent for that matter), which was the main reason neither of them had bothered the obviously homosexual wolf. David was out of the question since he was always with Chad when he was here, but Bill on the other hand....an evil smile crept across Jablonsky's muzzle. "As soon as that little twerp is alone, I think we ought to teach 'im a good lesson not to come in here."

Lyman laughed, nodding in agreement. All of this of course went unnoticed by the three talking gay-furs across the room. David for his part was still explaining about what a great guy Bill was to Chad when he opened up, and what an awesome one Chad was to Bill. After that, though, it was time for him to go, and, waving goodbye to his two friends he headed for the door. "I'm sure you two will get to enjoying one another's company real quickly," he said, winking.

After he was gone Chad let out a little sigh. He honestly could decide who was cuter now, David or Bill. He decided each was adorable in their own way and left it at that so as to avoid showing any favoritism for one over the other. Turning back to Bill, he said, "Anyway, where were? Oh yeah. Getting you registered. Step right this way into my office." He gestured broadly with his arms, and led Bill to the offices, where he asked the rabbit to fill out a question form and a few other documents that would make him a member. A temporary member, he explained. When Bill, a little confused, asked why, Chad simply said that it was a policy the gym had and left it at that, but added a little wink.

Bill was a little unsure, but finally gave in and scribbled his name in very bad cursive on all of the necessary forms.

"Congratulations," Chad said, "you're now an official member. And I'm now your official instructor. And the first thing we're gonna have to do is get you out of those clothes." Bill looked up, blinking. "They just won't do at all. Er, for exercising I mean. You don't have a change of clothes, do you?"

"Well, not with me," Bill admitted. "I only came here today to sign up, I didn't think we'd be starting on my workout routine the very first day...."

Chad gathered up the forms and put them into a folder with Bill's name on it and locked it away in the filing cabinet. "Never too early to start pumpin' iron," he said. "And since you didn't bring anything I think I'll let you borrow some of my old stuff."

"Your stuff?" Bill said, scratching his head.

Chad was, like, ten times his size. How on Earth could anything the wolf wore possibly fit him? He was just about to ask that when Chad, apparently realizing the impending question, explained, "Spandex. One size fits all. Come on." A few moments later they in the locker room rummaging through Chad's locker and Chad got out a pair of spandex bikini briefs and threw them at Bill who caught them. The rabbit's glasses made his wide eyes seem even wider as he looked down at the skimpy briefs in his hands, then back up at Chad, and he scoffed.

"You can't be serious," he said.

"I am indeed," Chad replied, shutting the locker. "Gym regulations. Got to wear proper workout material."

"But, these are for a, uh, excuse the term, 'muscle god' like you," Bill said, immediately blushing at his words. "Not a little guy like me."

"Hey, anybody can look good in those," Chad said, continuing the subtle homosexual insinuations begun by David. "Now, you strip, and I'll wait by the door. I promise I won't look."

With that, Chad turned and the big wolf disappeared around a row of lockers, leaving Bill seemingly alone in the locker room. Left by himself, Bill sighed, adjusting his glasses in a very nerdy fashion. This was going to be humiliating, he knew. But what the hell. Hurriedly, as though fearful someone would come in while he was undressing, Bill stripped out of his clothes and neatly folded them up and put them into the spare locker Chad had told him was his for the time being. What he didn't know was that Chad had fibbed a little. He was on the other side of the lockers behind Bill, and watched every last moment of the rabbit disrobing. He smiled. He sure was cute for such a scrawny little guy. Chad had a big affection for smaller guys, especially ones who were the exact opposite of himself, and Bill certainly fit the profile.

He watched as Bill rather hesitantly pulled the speedo on, and noted a small smile of surprise when they fit him perfectly. He wiggled his hips, adjusting his package in the front of the briefs, and Chad, deciding it was time for his re-entrance, got down and came around the lockers again as he found Bill admiring himself in the full-length mirror. He was even flexing a bit. Seeing Chad's reflection, though, which seemed to eclipse his own, as though he were, oddly enough, part of Chad, and he jumped and spun around, looking a little ashamed.

"Hey, take it easy," Chad said. "Nothing wrong with imagining what you'll look like after we're done." He smiled a wolfish smile. "Besides, like I said, any guy can look good in those, and you certainly do." There was not a single trace if irony or sarcasm in his voice. He meant it.

Bill blushed furiously, lowering his head with a huge grin on his face. "Thanks," he said.

God, thought Chad, this guy was gonna be a lot of fun. "All righty then," he said, clapping his hands together, "it's workout time! We'll start you out small to begin with. Never too wise to give a new guy more than he can handle his first day."

He walked out with Bill following him. As they walked back out onto the main floor of the gym, Chad could sense the rabbit's unease at wearing so little in front of all of the other customers and employees, and so, to make him feel a little more at ease, once they got to the exercise equipment, Chad did Bill the favor (in more ways than one) of stripping down, himself. Off came his t-shirt with the gym's logo and the short jogging pants he wore, leaving him in naught but a pair of red spandex speedos that were far skimpier than his old ones Bill was now wearing, and did wonders to enhance his more manly bits, with bulged out the front of the underwear monstrously. Chad enjoyed the look of shock on Bill's face at seeing just how huge he was in other places.

They went to the weights first. Bill found they smelled of musk, sweat and, well, man. At Chad's instruction, he lay back on the cushioned bench, stretching out and giving Chad a nice good, long look at his slender body in those cute little briefs, and he felt his cock twitch inside his own speedo. Later, he thought to himself, later. He started Bill out on some small weights, which, with some effort, the puny rabbit was able to lift. He added more weights, and, pretty soon the rabbit's skinny arms were unable to keep the weight bar aloft, and Chad had to grab it before his arms gave and he accidentally crushed hismelf.

Bill sat up, panting. It was clear to Chad that this guy hadn't ever done any grueling physical activity at all in his entire life. The weightlifting exercise said it all. Bill was a pencil-pusher. A computer geek. More power in his brain than in his entire body. And while Chad admired intelligence, he thought that a smart guy didn't necessarily need to be so shrimpy. But if he was going to build Bill up at all, he'd need to step things up a bit. It would be painful for the rabbit, but he'd thank Chad in the long run.

"That wasn't bad to start with," Chad said reassuringly, as he went and gently made Bill lie back down, "but we're not done yet. We're not gonna move on to the next exercise until I know you can bench-press twice that."

"Twice?" Bill cried, sitting up. Chad's big hand on his chest gently pushed him back down, though, and in an instant the barbell was back in his hands.

"No pain, no gain, as they say," Chad said. "And don't worry. If you slip up I'm right here for you. My job is to protect you, as well as work you till you can barely move." He winked and made the rather audacious move of patting Bill's bare thigh, an action that made the rabbit give him an odd look. "Now, let's go! Lift!" he commanded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Several hours later, and Bill was completely bushed. Chad had put him through such a grueling workout routine that the only thing that prevented him from thinking it was torture was Chad's kind and supportive attitude to him. Chad even helped him stand when he found himself wobbling a bit, every single joint in his body aching and his fur soaked in sweat.

"I know it hurts," Chad said softly, "but it's a good kind of pain, isn't it? It tells you that you've accomplished a lot today."

Bill wasn't so sure. He was positive that he'd miss work tomorrow on account of being too sore. "I, uh, I need a drink," he said.

"I'll take care of that," Chad said, and went to the nearby soda machine. He banged on the side and a can of Coke dropped out, which he opened for Bill and handed to him. The rabbit accepted the ice-cold can and to Chad's amusement drank the entire thing in one long series of gulps that made his sweaty adam's apple bob. He then lowered the empty can and let loose a belch that would've drawn heads were there still heads to draw. Chad noticed, but Bill in his exhaustion did not, that it was growing dark outside. Bill had arrived in the later afternoon and it was now moving on into night, and most of the other customers and instructors had gone home. Chad knew Trent was still here, somewhere, probably back in the offices or something.

Bill looked up at this point at the growing night outside and dropped the empty can. "Wow, I didn't realize how late it was!" he cried.

"Well we've been it at a few hours," Chad said with a chuckle, amazed at the skinny rabbit's stamina despite his puny appearance. Here was a guy who could really build up some muscle if Chad really worked him. But Chad had other plans for the rabbit. Plans that made him have to fight to lick his lips in anticipation of the fun to come. Bill had no idea that on his very first day at the gym he was going to get exactly the type of body he wanted. Just not in the way he intended.

"Well, I better get home," Bill said, turning back to Chad. Chad stretched, popping his joints and seemingly untentionally flexing his muscles for Bill, as though giving him a "preview" of sorts. Bill swallowed a little nervously and despite himself felt his cock growing hard, something Chad couldn't help but notice due to the speedo the little rabbit was wearing.

"All right, then," Chad replied, finishing his long stretch with a low growl he knew--or at least hoped--would turn Bill on further. "Time to hit the showers, troops."

"That's all right," Bill said, "I, uh, I prefer to shower at home."

Ah, he definitely is a shy one, thought Chad. David was right. He was such a cutie, and a real sweetheart. He shook his head. "Uh-uh, kiddo," he said, lifting a finger. "Rules are rules. No customers are allowed to walk out of hear smelling anything but good. So, get your little butt into the showers, pronto." After a pause, he encouraged him with, "If you're shy, there's almost nobody else here but you, me and Trent, and Trent is back in the offices. So it's not like anybody's gonna spy on ya."

Bill nodded, and finally gave in with a great, heaving sigh. "All right, all right," he said. "I guess a hot shower would feel good right now anyway."

"That's the spirit," Chad said, grinning, showing all of his teeth.

"Which way are the showers?" the rabbit asked.

"That way," Chad said, pointing in the direction of the locker room. "Through the locker room. There's open showers and private stalls." He chuckled a bit. "I think you'll find the stalls preferable." Bill smiled and nodded, then wincing a bit from his aching muscles, turned and walked off. Chad watched him go. He picked up the dropped soda can and crushed it in one hand with a vice-like grip, then tossed it into a nearby waste basket, scoring a direct hit. Then he went back into the offices to talk to Trent really quickly and tell his friend that he might be staying a little late to further handle their new client.

Meanwhile, Bill went through the locker room, pausing to remove the sweat-soaked speedo and set it aside. Naked, he grabbed a towel and headed through the seemingly maze-like locker room until he found his way into the vast shower room. He was surprised at first at how big it was, but then he remembered it was a public gym, which meant hundreds of guys probably showered in here at a time. Looking to his left Bill saw the private stalls Chad had mentioned and walked towards one and went inside. It was fairly narrow, with a single overhead shower nozzle and handles for hot and cold water. Bill was just about to turn then when suddenly he was grabbed from behind by a pair of rough, strong hands, which yanked him bodily out of the stall.

As his feet left the floor, Bill's initial thought was that it was Chad, but then he realized the hands weren't big enough, and also as strong as he was, Chad had never been this rough with him. His worst fears were confirmed when he landed hard on the tiled floor and found Jablonsky and Lyman standing over him, both naked. They were customers here, too? Why hadn't David said anything? He must not have known.

"Hiya, Bill," said Lyman. The big husky grinned down at him. "Nice to see you under the circumstances."

Bill tried to scoot backwards but Jablonsky's huge clawed foot came down hard on his narrow chest, pinning him in place. "And where do you think you're going', faggot?" he sneered. "We've been waitin' for you in here all damn day, havin' to listen to an endless parade of homos foolin' around. What d'ya think we should do to 'im for that, Lyman?"

"I say we give the little fuckface a swirlie!" Lyman suggested. Jablonsky laughed. Bill opened his mouth to scream, but Lyman's hand clamped over his mouth and he and the tiger hauled him to his feet, his glasses falling off as they carried him across the shower floor towards where the toilets were. Bill fought with all his might, but it wasn't enough. He began to cry, not wanting to suffer the ultimate humiliation from these two, not like high school all over again, but as it turned out, he wouldn't have to. For even as the two bullies were trying to force his head down into the toilet, their efforts somewhat hampered by Bill grabbing the sides of the seat and refusing to allow himself to be pushed in, a massive force made one of his attackers suddenly seem to vanish.

Bill's feet and knees hit the floor as the tiger holding them was yanked off his feet, leaving only Lyman holding him, and both he and Bill turned to see the mammoth Chad holding Jablonsky by the scruff of fur at the back of his neck. Jablonsky, while not as big as Chad, was still a fairly big guy himself, and so Chad holding him up like he was nothing came as a severe shock to all three of them.

"I knew you guys were going to be trouble," Chad said. "I just didn't know what kind."

Jablonsky writhed in Chad's grip, swinging his fists and scoring several direct hits against Chad's massive chest, which did absolutely nothing. Any attempt to hit Chad in the face met with failure as Chad easily ducked the tiger's awkward swings. Then, with a mild grunt he turned and flung Jablonsky to the floor with the same ease as those puny rodents from before, sending the big tiget sliding across the wet tiled floor to slam into the wall of the closest shower stall with a banging noise, denting it. Right next to Bill's dropped glasses, Chad idly noticed. Jablonsky didn't seem to notice or care, though. He was too busy sitting up and rubbing his head dizzily.

Behind him, Lyman let go of Bill, who fell, but caught himself on the toilet, and watched as the large husky charged at Chad from behind. Chad simply turned and allowed Lyman to run right past him, whereupon he grabbed him in a vicious headlock. Jablonsky got to his feet. He glowered as he stared down the big wolf holding his friend. "I suggest you take a good long look about what's about to happen to your friend here, meathead," Chad said, "because this is the same thing that happens to every single asshole like you that pushes the limits in my gym."

The thought on the minds of Lyman, Jablonsky and even Bill was that Chad was going to rape the husky. Instead, what happened next threw them all for a loop and turned their world upside-down.

Chad grabbed Lyman under the chin and forcibly tilted his head backwards. When Lyman looked up the first thing he saw was Chad's opened muzzle, ringed with teeth, tongue lolling out and drooling slobber, and the cavernous throat beyond that. Jablonsky and Bill's eyes were as wide as saucers. Even though without his glasses, Bill could still tell what was going on as Chad gripped the husky about the throat and pushed his head into his mouth.

All Lyman managed before his head disappeared from sight and Chad's lips close around the base of his neck was a short, "No!" He fought powerfully but he was nothing compared to the huge wolf. Chad didn't even have to exert all of his physical strength to restrain this unwilling meal. Rivulets of drool poured down over Lyman's chest as Chad worked his head from side to side, moving his gaping jaws around the husky's incredibly broad shoulders. This was one reason why he preferred to devour guys more Bill's build; big meatheads like this husky and his friend were trouble even for him to choke down sometimes. But he was determined to make an example of this husky in front of his companion, and so once he got Lyman's shoulders in he swallowed with all his mouth, and drew the broad chest in.

As he ate, his cock got hard in his speedo, and the more of the husky he fed into his maw the harder it got, stretching the spandex, and even that strong, durable material seemed to be having some difficulty containing Chad's dick at this point. Not that Jablonsky noticed. He was too busy watching the dance of predator and prey happening above Chad's waist. Lyman's arms flailed around but Chad paid them no mind; his lips pinned them to their sides once he got the husky in past his chest with a resounding 'gulp' that filled the whole shower. Jablonsky was amazed. Even Chad's fucking lips were powerful enough to restrain the arms of a guy almost as big as he was!

Next, Chad grabbed Lyman's legs, and tilted his head backwards, lifting them into the air. Before he did those, though, Jablonsky noted, with a mixture of horror and disgust, that Lyman was getting hard from the experience. The husky's cock was swollen with arousal and oozing precum. Chad found this out when, as he tilted Lyman back and up, the erect cock flopped down and bopped him gently on the nose, and he smiled around his meal. Speaking of cocks, it was at this point at Chad's speedo could no longer contain his own, and a soft ripping noise filled all their ears as it tore open and his gigantic dick, hard and almost as long and thick as an average guy's leg, fell out into view.

Chad released Lyman's legs, so that they could kick, putting on quite a show for the other bully. One of the husky's feet noisily banged against one of the light fixtures hanging above them, and then a hard swallow from Chad, plus gravity, dragged the unwilling canine deeper into the hungry lupine. Jablonsky as well as Bill watched in fascinated horror as the weakly kicking legs slowly disappeared down Chad's throat with a series of long, wet gulps, Chad tossing his head back powerfully for effect each time, his freed hands now on his hips as a means of visually asserting his alpha male. He really did know how to put on a show.

By the time nothing was left of Lyman but his feet and tailtip sticking out of Chad's mouth, Jablonsky snapped out of his stupor, realized the danger he was in, and managed to force himself to his feet.

"No!" the tiger cried. "S--Stay away from me!"

With that, he turned and bolted out of the shower and through the locker room. Chad didn't bother going after him. There was no way he'd come back after witnessing his friend's demise, and besides, who would believe such a wild story? Plus, Chad thought, the tiger was still totally naked in his panic, and the thought of him running naked through the streets was too funny not to allow him to escape.

A few more gulps sealed Lyman's fate and the feet and tail vanished down the dark chasm of Chad's throat. He closed his mouth, and swallowed hard, sending all of the husky down his throat to fill out his waiting belly. He licked his lips noisily, and then, unleashed a loud, rude belch that echoed off the walls. Behind him, Bill sat there, looking positively terrified, and yet, like the doomed Lyman, he was shocked when he looked down and saw how hard his cock was! Had he....actually enjoyed watching Chad eat that guy?!

Chad patted his stomach. His strong abs made sure that Lyman didn't make much of a bulge. Seeing Bill's glasses laying on the floor he walked over, and picked them up. Inspecting them to make sure they weren't cracked, he walked back over to where Bill still sat, and held them out to the rabbit. Bill hesitated a moment, then accepted them and put them on. Now that his vision was clear, he was able to look up at Chad and see him clearly. He towered over the smaller rabbit likd a god, cock jutting forth, but with the softest, sweetest smile on his face. He was still holding his hand out to him, and the implication was clear. A little timidly, Bill reached up and took the hand, and was pulled to his feet.

"Are you all right?" as the first thing Chad asked.

Bill managed a small nod. "Yeah, I, uh, I'll be okay....but, holy shit! Y--You ate that guy!"

Chad shrugged. "And you're complaining because....?"

Bill blinked. Chad was right. Lyman was one person he was never going to miss. There was gurgle from Chad's tummy, and the barely discernable lump of the trapped husky wriggled ever so slightly. With a chuckle, Chad turned and walked over to one of the showerheads and turned the knob.

"Come on," he said as the water hit him, "let's get you showered up."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At that precise moment, Jablonsky was stumbling his way through the maze of lockers trying to find his way out. Finally, he found the door and ran out into the gym, and stopped short, realizing he was still buck-assed naked.

"Uh, can I help you?" a voice said from off to the side. It was Trent, that other big faggot who was always hanging out with Chad. He looked bemused by the tiger's nudity and his terrified expression.

For the time being, Jablonsky decided to forget this guy sucked cock and ran up to him, grabbing him desperately. "You gotta help me!" he cried. "It's Chad! He's fucking isnane! He--He just ate my best friend!"

Trent cocked his head and laughed. The laugh made Jablonsky more than a little nervous. "Is that so?" Without warning he grabbed the back of the tiger's head, and, to Jablonsky's horror....he began to open his mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bill turned on the shower and let the hot water hit him, filling the shower room with steam. He watched Chad who was casually washing himself as though he hadn't just eaten another living person. And the more Bill replayed the scene in his mind, the more he found himself looking down at Chad's washboard stomach holding back what must have been a huge meal. And then there was Chad's cock. God, it was huge! The redheaded rabbit felt bad for staring but he couldn't help himself.

"Like what you see?" Chad asked all of a sudden, breaking the silence. He turned and smirked a bit at the rabbit, and looked down, eying the rabbit's risen member. "I'll take that as a yes."

Bill, his hands shaking, grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash himself as well. Chad continued to talk.

"It's okay if you want to look, I don't mind. Hell, I actually like it. I worked hard for this body, as you can imagine, so I want other people to admire it. Worship it, even." He turned and looked at Bill, and in a much softer voice that was barely audible over the running water, added, "And it's okay if you also enjoyed what I just did."

Bill squeezed the soap so hard in reflex it flew out of his hand and hit the floor. He gasped, looking over as Chad turned towards him and leaned his one huge hand on the wall, massive cock jutting directly towards him, face level with the rabbit. "Well?" the wolf asked. "Did you?"

After a moment, Bill, wiping the steam from the lenses of his glasses, said softly, "Yes..."

Chad grinned. Turning, he turned off the water. "So," he said, "you think I'm handsome and you enjoyed the sight of me gulping down another guy, am I right?" There was a quick nod from the rabbit. Chad's grin widened. "Then," he whispered, "how'd you like to do both? That is...worship my body, and find out what it's like to be consumed by another male?"

Bill eeped a bit. Chad was basically asking him if he wanted to be eaten! Half of him, the rational half, felt like following Jablonsky's example and running for the hills before it was too late. But the other half, the half that had become turned on by the sight of Lyman's wriggling form vanishing down Chad's throat, wanted to stay. As he wrestled over the issue, he didn't even notice Chad reach over and turn the shower off for him, the massive wolf stepping up to the shorter rabbit, and Bill only came around back to reality and realized Chad's sudden proximity when the huge head of his cock bumped against his chin.

"Come on," Chad said softly, reaching down and gently stroking Bill's wet hair. "You know you want to."

"I--I do?" Bill said, in a bit of a trance it seemed.

"Yes. You want to become part of something greater than yourself. You came in here wanting to be big and muscular like me, and that's exactly what you're going to get. Customer satisfaction guaranteed."

He gently pulled Bill's head towards the cock, rubbing his face against the head. The cock seemed to swell and grow larger. At one point, his cockhead actually pressed against the nerdy rabbit's glasses. across the lenses leaving a trail of pre, and for a split second the pressure of doing so made the cumslit open, allowed Bill to briefly look right into the shaft, giving him a preview of what was about to be his fate. And then it was gone, closed up and taken away, dragged across both lenses, leaving a long trail of pre. It was as if the cock had kissed his glasses and then licked along them, and the streak of pre was the saliva.

Bill moaned softly and licked the cock softly, and it was then that Chad knew the cute rabbit was his. But with the husky already in his belly, he had another place he intended to put Bill. "Kneel," Chad ordered softly but firmly.

Bill nodded, and slowly got down on his knees before the big wolf as he was told. Chad's dick seemed to swell and double in size, reaching for Bill's face, the slit gaping open wide. Bill gasped aloud at what he saw. Chad reached down and stroked the back of the rabbit's head, easing it towards his shaft. He flexed his shaft out and open wide enough to take Bill in, pressing on the back of his head, the rabbit's short snout sliding into the cumslit. The cumslit slammed down firmly and pulled the muzzle in firmly. Bill now found naught but the cockhead filling his vision, precum oozing out around his trapped muzzle. Chad grinned wide as he flexed his shaft to pull the bunny's head in totally now.

Bill's face, glasses and all, vanished into the slit with a soft 'glurp,' followed by the rest of his head with a soft squelching sound. Chad moaned happily and lolled his tongue out, panting as he felt the rabbit's head inside his member. His cock began to gulp down over the scrawny rabbit's shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides as Bill began a one-way trip up the hungry cock, feeling a strong suction motion pulling him in deeper, his way slickened with cum. Chad started to work the rabbit deeper with a soft growl, his shaft wrapping around Bill's waist soon enough.

Bill squirmed and wriggled, Chad murring and smiling as he watched, the movements easing the rabbit's passage into him, the cumslit taking his wide hips in, tail slipping from view. He reached down and took hold of the underside of his cock. "Hold on," he said, "I'm gonna lift you up now."

He pulled the cock upwards so that it pointed straight up. The nerdy rabbit's body twisted and undulated in so many ways as he slid down into the shaft, pulled along both by the gulping of Chad's cock and by gravity, his legs kicking weakly in the air; the dance is slow, erotic, graceful. Chad then turned around and leaned back against the tiled wall, taking his hands off his cock, which even with an entire rabbit stuffed halfway inside it, remained standing up of its own accord. He growled happily and began to thrust his hips, watching those legs move in time with the beat, his shaft starting to throb in time with each thrust to make the rabbit slide in faster.

Slowly Bill's legs sank down into the cumslit until only the wiggling feet remained. "Aaaaalmost there," Chad grunted. He stroked the large rabbit feet before pressing them all the way in with a moan, the toes disappearing with a slurp. "Ah, there we go," he said. "I gotcha."

Inside, Bill's head, shoulders, and chest emerged into the right nut. He gasped and coughed, slickened with cum. Bill was limp and weak and hardly moved as his lower body was fed into the nuts with him. He did have to move, though, when he found the tight sac not big enough for his whole body, forcing him to curl up. There was a growing pool of semen beneath him, a thick, creamy substance. With a wiggle he settle in, getting into a comfortable position. All the uncertainty and fear he had felt earlier was gone for good. Grabbing his cock, Bill jerked himself to orgasm, adding his own cum to the pool around him. Spent, he gave in to the "digestive" processes of the ballsac, and felt his skin, bones, everything softening. He reached up and touched his cheek and realized it was soft, sticky, and runny.

He tried to say something, but all that came out was a throaty gargle; his vocal cords were cum. All of him was turning into cum! For a moment, a nerdy rabbit made entirely of cum wearing a pair of glasses crouched in Chad's testicle amid a slowly rising pool of more cum, until he slowly began to lose shape and sank down into the cum rising up around him. A soft gurgle and melted down into the rest of the semen, glasses sinking from sight.

Outside, Chad stroked over his satisfied cock. "Fuck yes," he whispered. "What a sexy bunny."

He jacked off hard for a few minutes before his balls drew up and the cum that was once Bill splattered his face, neck, chest, and stomach. Along with it shot out Bill's glasses, which clattered noisily to the floor at Chad's feet. After coming down from his sexual high, Chad sighed happily. Another satisfied customer, he thought with a chuckle, as he turned the water on again and washed away all the cum. Bill's glasses got swept along with the mixture of water and cum, and it all pooled around the drain.

When Chad was finished, he picked up the unused towel Bill had brought in and used it to dry himself off as he left the shower room, to go and see what Trent was doing. Maybe he was having some fun with that, he thought. As he left, he turned off the lights. In the dim light coming from the locker room, the cum and water pooled around the drain slowly subsided and disappeared down the drain with a gurgle, leaving behind only a pair of glasses....

Grabbing his clothes from the locker room, Chad hummed merrily to himself as he put on his underwear and his pants but simply slung his shirt over his shoulder, and then he walked out into the main area of the gym, intending to say goodnight to Trent before heading home for the night....only to find Trent right there, the big buck right in the middle of swallowing down a pair of large tiger paws and a tiger tail. He laughed. It looked like Jablonsky hadn't gotten very far, after all. A few powerful gulps and the deer soon had the last quivering remains of the big cat drawn into his throat and tucked him away quite nicely down in his belly, burping a bit.

Noticing Chad standing there, he grinned a little sheepishly and waved. "Hey, Chad," he said.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one who had some fun," Chad said. He walked over and smiled as he rubbed over Trent's slightly bulging, trembling gut which emitted irregular gurgling noises. "I got his friend, myself."

"Yeah he was babbling something about that right before I introduced 'im to the wonderful world of the food chain," Trent replied. After a moment, he blinked and looked around. "Hey, where's the rabbit?"

"Where we wanted to go," Chad said with a wink.

"Lucky devil," Trent said with a smirk.

"Who? Him or me?" The wolf winked and turned and headed for the door. "Goodnight, Trent." Once outside, Chad paused on the sidewalk and pulled his shirt on, and turned his mind to thoughts of David. Tomorrow, he was going to make that cheetah his. For now, though, he was going to go home and sleep off his two-course supper, and dream sweet dreams about that cute little bunny....

The End