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Lighting crashed, thunder roared, bright lights streaked across the skies, striking down upon the armies that surged toward the mountain in a stampede of armoured flesh. The god stood upon the highest peak of the highest mountain in the land, his naked body bulging and rippling with insane power. Everywhere he looked he saw nothing but ruin and destruction. His great temples sacked and burning. The armies of his greatest enemies swarmed about like a sea of ants, tearing apart all in their wake. Despite the best efforts of his remaining followers, the god knew his time had come. Even now the barbarian hordes marched through his mountain fortress, their warlocks and shamans draining and felling the last of his defences. The god turned away from the chaos.

They were here for him to drain his power for their own use. The mightiest of his champions now lay helpless in dungeons and prisons in enemy territory, weak and useless. Whoever was leading this army was sneaking to absorb his power, but the god would not let him.

The god removed what few garments he wore, discarding his furry cape, his boots and his crown. He would not need those. Instead, the god reached for his nipples and removed the rings that had been pieced into swollen flesh. He reached down to his massive genitals and removed the huge cock ring that squeezed at the base of his throbbing cock. Pressing the 3 rings between his meaty palms, the god concentrated, imbuing the inert metal with his power. A few seconds later the deed was done, three small golden rings rested in his hand, small enough to fit onto a finger.

Tremors reached his bare feet, and the god knew it would not be long before the barbarian horde reached the peak. The god found a rocky outcrop and placed the rings into a large crevice. He began to focus, summoning into his mind images of his champions, their muscular bodies bared and pumped. His balls began swelling, becoming sweaty and moist and heavy as he focused his power into them. One hand began pumping his awesome penis. The other remained at his chest, milking a swollen nipple until his arousal reached its climax.

Huge spurts of thick white juice began spewing from his cock. The god moaned as he shoved it into the crevice, filling it with his seed. All around him his greatly exaggerated muscles began to soften, to shrink as he forced his power from his godlike body. The 3 rings began sizzling inside the flooded crevice, absorbing the power from the god's milky seed. The god, now a mortal, withdrew his cock and reached for the rings.

In his hands they burned with empowering warmth. The mortal pressed them against his flat chest once last time. With the last of his strength he cast the rings into the air, each having been imbued with his might. They shimmered slightly as they fell off the peak of the mountain, and then each began to glow with a light so bright it caught the eyes of the barbarians below. Then the rings shot off like missiles into the distance, far away from those who sought them.

The mortal gasped, his body weakened from the effort. Still he managed a smile, knowing his power was now far away. Perhaps the rings would find their way into worthy hands. The mortal knew one temple still remained safety hidden. He had secreted vast amounts of power into that place just for situations like this. Now that the rings were scattered and hidden, the horde would never find his last temple of muscle.

Great roars erupted behind him as the armoured musclemen tore into the roof of the mountain. The mortal smiled. The barbarians were too late.

And so the rings of power fell through the pages of history. Sometimes they vanished, and sometimes they surfaced. The armies searched frantically, scouring many a nation in their conquest, never finding them, just as the god had intended. He might not have succeeded in creating sentience for the rings, but he had succeeded in empowering each with a specific power, a power that could only be unlocked with the correct incantation.

The first ring was dubbed the Ring of Muscle. When activated, the ring would gorge its host's muscles with incredible power. Users found the ring enhancing and amplifying their musculature, causing them to grow to massive proportions. The more muscle they had, the bigger and more muscular the ring made them. Great fighting arose wherever the ring surfaced. Sometimes entire nations turned against each other in their bid to possess the ring, each and every one of them hoping to steal the ring for themselves, hoping to grow the hulking body of their dreams.

The second ring was often known as either the Ring of Vigour or the Ring of Potency. When activated, the ring would grant the users incredible sexual power. They would turn into sex gods, their cocks swelling into titanic pillars of muscular flesh. Their balls would grow monstrously and all that excess testosterone would cause body hair to erupt all over their bodies. The ring exemplified masculinity and the kings of great nations had invaded their neighbours at the slightest of rumours. Like the first ring, larger and more potent men would always reap greater benefits from the Ring of Vigour.

The third was the most elusive, and the most subtle of the three. Dubbed the Ring of Toughness or the Band of Fortitude, it was never the cause of great wars or the toppling of nations. When activated, the ring toughened the body of the bearer against harm, boosted their endurance and even hastened their recovery from injuries. Some of the greatest gladiators had fought with the ring on their fingers, crediting their incredible stamina and boundless energy to ruthless training and unwavering discipline.

However, despite all this, the truth was that each ring was only performing at a fraction of their true power. When the three rings were combined, their power would be many times magnified, and they would turn the one who bore them into a towering, hulking, sex god with a body that bulged and rippling massive muscles. They would be granted the power to find and unlock the entrance to the Temple of Testosterone, where the ultimate power lay hidden. As such, over the course of history, countless of figures have sought to bring the rings together, all seeking entrance into the Testosterone Temple, all seeking to absorb the ultimate power. Countless of figures have tried, and all have failed.

Over time, as the search for the rings grew more widespread, they simply vanished from sight. They were only temporarily lost or hidden, and given time they would resurface, awaiting the day they would be reunited once again.

***

"Don't play games with me punk!" growled Sturgis, "Where is it?"

"Dude, why do you keep picking on me?" protested the little fox struggling against his large fist.

"Because I know you took it, Zeke," snarled the stallion, his right bicep bulging impatiently, "I saw you rummaging through my stuff in the locker room and running off with it."

Sturgis gave the sly fox a good shake, for emphasis. At 220lbs, the unicorn had almost twice Zeke's weight, and almost all of it muscle. The little fox didn't even have the strength to pry open Sturgis's fist. As most foxes were, Zeke wasn't particularly big or heavy, and a 5 foot, 127lbs fox was laughable compared to the beefy 6 foot tall unicorn bodybuilder.

"Well?"

"Alright, alright I took it, I took it!" Zeke confessed, "Now put me down okay?"

"Give me my wallet, Zeke."

"It's not here, champ. Honest! I hid it in the old butcher shop with the other stuff I-" Zeke caught himself, "With my other stuff."

Sturgis's emerald green eyes narrowed suspiciously. Zeke tried to give him a reassuring smile. The unicorn brought up his free hand and indicated the flowing blond hair that protected his wrists.

"You know why stallions have hair on our wrists, Zeke?"

The struggling fox knew the answer of course, but he shook his head anyway, his shirt was digging into his back and it was starting to hurt. The hairs absorbed sweat that flowed down from their arms, preventing their hands from getting slippery while they were pumping iron in the gym. The same went for the hairs around their ankles, but the invention of shoes had made those obsolete.

Then Sturgis brought his entire arm up and gave it a powerful flex. Zeke felt his eyes bulge as 19 inches of bicep began straining the fabric of Sturgis's shirt sleeve. He couldn't take his eyes off the thick veins that bulged beneath the white fur.

"It's so my hands don't get slippery when I crush your fucking face between these fucking muscles." Sturgis spat, bringing their faces so close Zeke could feel the hot breath coming from his nostrils.

"Now take me to my wallet," he snarled, "and don't try anything funny."

***

Sturgis's nostrils flared impatiently as Zeke pried at the backdoor of an old butcher shop that was surprisingly close to the campus. The tiny fox had a habit for swiping valuables that were left unattended, and catching him in the act was next to impossible. Not for the first time Sturgis wished he had been born into a better family, though he supposed God had been fair.

As the saying goes: 'Money is the most envied, but least enjoyed. Health is the least envied, and the most enjoyed.'

Sturgis had grown up surviving on welfare. His real parents had left him before he could even walk, and his stepfather had been an abusive drunk. It was a tough life, and many a time Sturgis had found it difficult to hope. And then puberty hit, and Sturgis finally realised what it meant to be a stallion. Other guys, especially the humans, grew tall and lanky. Sturgis grew tall, but he got built as well. He was lifting weights by high school and by the end of the year he had exploded. Money became an even bigger issue, his growing muscles demanding more food and larger clothes. His useless stepfather soon found himself outmuscled by the growing Sturgis, who swiftly proceeded to kick him out of the house. Sturgis spent more and more time in the gym after that. While the other lifters got thick around the sides, Sturgis retained his narrow (30 inch) waist, complete with a chiselled six-pack that earned him a fair share of envious stares.

Since entering college the unicorn had done many things to save and earn money, and getting his wallet stolen was not one of those things.

"There we go!" said Zeke as the lock came away with a rusty click.

It was clear nobody but Zeke had been in here in a long time. The shop was dimly lit and incredibly stuffy. Sturgis followed Zeke down a staircase, keeping him within an arm's reach in case the little fox tried to make a break for it.

"You can take that shirt off if you want," commented the wiry fox as he regarded the sweating Sturgis over his shoulder, "Those muscles are look pretty hot right now."

Zeke had a point, and despite Sturgis's refusal to agree with anything the fox said, even he had to admit the heat was making him want to remove his clothes. If anything, the unicorn was sweating bullets, as was evident by the growing sweat stains on both sides of his shirt. Sturgis stuck a finger down the collar of his V-neck and pulled as he tried to combat the stifling heat. His messy, dirty blond mane was starting to stick to the sides of his head. This was the reason Sturgis spent most of his alone time either naked, or barely clothed. His muscles simply generated too much heat to be comfortable.

Sturgis casted an angry glare at the back of Zeke's head, the orange little fox was barely sweating! He supposed that was about right, as there was barely any meat on his bones. Sturgis felt himself clenching and relaxing his fists as he fought the temptation to tear his shirt right off. All he wanted was his stupid wallet and the money that was in it.

"Here we are!"

Zeke had led him to an underground cellar of sorts that stank of raw meat. Nondescript furniture were scattered about, including a couch and some tables. A large safe sat on a wooden desk pushed against the wall of the room. Zeke scuttled off and began fumbling with the lock. Sturgis could see the sweat stains forming on the back of his loose shirt and trousers. The unicorn smiled gingerly at Zeke's discomfort, not that he felt any better. The heat was getting unbearable by now, and Sturgis deposited himself on the nearest chair that looked clean.

"Well, since you're here," called Zeke from over his shoulder, "How about apologising for roughing me up back there."

Sturgis managed to turn his laugh into loud snort.

"Maybe if you stopped stealing Zeke," he managed, "Maybe."

"Oh you might want to reconsider there, Sturgis." Zeke said, gesturing toward something in the corner. Sturgis followed the Zeke's direction, until his eyes fell upon some of the biggest dumbbells he had ever seen. They were even heavier than the ones he used, and those were pretty heavy already. The unicorn really snorted this time.

"Dumbbells," he laughed, "I think those are too heavy for you, Zeke."

"Oh I assure you Sturgis those are pretty light," Zeke turned from the open safe to face him, "Now apologise, before I make you."

"Give me my wallet, Zeke."

"This is your last chance, Sturgis," Zeke warned, "Say you're sorry!"

Sturgis felt himself getting really angry then. He was in no mood for games. Sturgis shoved the chair aside and stood, his muscular body towering over the tiny fox.

"Oh_yeah_?" he growled, "How are you going to make me?"

Zeke snorted in response, going so far as to imitate the unicorn's mannerisms. The fox confidently stepped into Sturgis's personal space and shoved his right hand into the stallions face. Sturgis was expecting Zeke to give him the finger. But instead he was presented with a fist, a sleek golden ring around his middle finger.

"With_this_." Zeke said simply.

The fox withdrew his hand and pushed out his barely noticeable chest.

"GOLRENTIUS!"

Immediately the ring began shimmering with a golden light that pierced through the darkened cellar. Sturgis took an involuntary step back, just as Zeke grunted. His body was trembling, and Sturgis could hear the sound of stretching leather.

"Ughnn!"

Zeke cried out as his right fist swelled monstrously, inflating like a balloon. Thick cords of muscle began bulging out against his forearms like cables that were twisting across the length of his hands. Zeke could only moan as the muscular explosion rippled across him like a wave, his forearm continuing to bulge with muscular power, until they nearly matched the thickness of Sturgis's biceps. The thick veins on his oversized forearm spread to his biceps. Sturgis could only watch as 9 inches of bicep muscles suddenly became 15, then 20! Zeke roared, his voice suddenly deep, as 22 inches of bulging biceps erupted from his right arm, obliterating the sleeves of his shirt.

The fox was laughing in his deep voice, taunting Sturgis as his body continued to hulk out. He was tilted to the side, unbalanced by the disproportionately large arm. It looked as though someone had fused a bodybuilder's arm onto his scrawny torso. The arm was so much longer, so much thicker than his other arm and packed with more muscle than the rest of his body combined! Molten steel was flooding into his body. Zeke's shirt continued to rip as muscles swelled from beneath the fabric. His right shoulder thickened, his right pec surged out, his right trap bulging like a rock beside his neck.

He was getting too top heavy. Zeke slumped onto the ground, moaning as he hulked out of his shirt. Huge muscles began bulging down his left arm, starting from his cannonball shoulders. The fox continued to groan, spewing expletives as his back widened and thickened. Bulging muscles were shifting across his back like molten steel, flowing down to his narrow waist and into his pants. Sturgis simply stood, open mouthed, as shredded masses of teardrop shaped muscles erupted from his trousers, annihilating the garment and sending bits of fabric everywhere. His calves and his feet soon followed, until all that was left was a pair of skimpy briefs.

Zeke continued to moan, his muscular body had grown massive. He was bigger than Sturgis and_still_ growing, more and more muscle packing onto his bulging frame with each second.

Almost half a minute had passed when Zeke stopped convulsing. His orange fur was glistening with sweat. He was still on all fours, panting in a voice that was significantly deeper, stronger, and dozen times more masculine. The scrawny little Zeke was all but gone, replaced by this hulking slab of muscular perfection.

Slowly, Zeke picked himself off the floor, and Sturgis found himself looking up and up and_up_. The wiry fox had morphed into a fucking Olympian bodybuilder, towering a good 5 inches over Sturgis. Muscles bulged from every crevice of Zeke's body. Even his face had changed, becoming stronger, more chiselled than Sturgis remembered. His shoulders were incredibly broad and thickly muscled, his pecs thrust forward like bulging shelves. Zeke had an eight-pack, each muscle separated by a crevice chiselled deep into his narrow waist.

Sturgis swallowed. Zeke had an erection tenting the skimpy fabric of his briefs, the aftermath of his growth-induced orgasm clearly visible. Thick cum soaked through the cottony material, dribbling down the length of his cock and trailing down to his quads. Zeke's cock pulsed under the fabric, clearly aroused by the muscles that bulged from his rippling new body.

Then a sneer twisted across the fox's face. Zeke leered at him, a long tongue wetting his lips. He began clenching and relaxing his fists, causing his muscular arms to flex and ripple with bulging power.

"Time for some payback, Sturgis," he growled.

And then the humongous fox lunged at him. Sturgis spun around, his shoulder absorbing the force of Zeke's tackle. The pair struck the floor hard, but Sturgis recovered first. Years of living a hard life had taught him to fight, and Sturgis knew he could hold his own whenever he needed to. The unicorn threw his fist at Zeke as he tried to get up, striking him hard against the side of his head. Sturgis knew his punches would be useless against Zeke's bulging muscles, and struck Zeke again before he could recover.

Zeke roared as Sturgis rained punches upon his head. Then a massive arm shot out, catching Sturgis in the chest. The unicorn smiled, Zeke might be huge and muscular, but he did not know how to fight.

Sturgis was caught off mid-thought as Zeke seized a handful of his shirt and flung him onto the floor. The stallion swore as he rolled, trying to his feet just as Zeke threw himself onto him.

"I got you now!" he snarled, fighting to straddle the struggling Sturgis.

The stallion flailed, he couldn't let Zeke get on top of him. He would never be able to throw off all that weight. Zeke's erection was getting harder as he grinded his muscles against the unicorn. Fuck, the fox was enjoying this! Sturgis yelled as hard as he could, throwing a punch towards Zeke's face in desperation. The inexperienced fox took the bait, recoiling away from Sturgis's fist.

Powerful abdominal muscles crunched as Sturgis threw himself forward, unbalancing Zeke and pushing him onto his back. Sturgis saw his chance, and the muscular unicorn flung himself onto the fox. The stallion gave him a particularly hard right hook before Zeke's muscle ring caught his attention. The glow had dimmed significantly by now, if the ring was responsible for Zeke hulking into a bodybuilder, what would happen if it was removed?

Sturgis abandoned Zeke's face and threw himself toward the fox's right hand, pressing his wrist against the floor and seizing the ring between his fingers.

Zeke roared, trying to retaliate. Sturgis maintained his death grip around the fox's middle finger, preventing him from clenching his fist. The unicorn elbowed Zeke's face as hard as he could, anyway. Sturgis and Zeke grunted and growled and snarled as they struggled, the former giving the latter several more hits to keep him disoriented. Zeke put up a good fight, managing to land a few good hits as Sturgis pulled and pulled.

And with a soft 'pop', the ring came off.

"NO!"

Zeke flailed one last time, throwing Sturgis onto his side, even as the ring slid off his finger. The gold band began to shimmer with light. Zeke's huge muscles began deflating like a popped balloon. Sturgis pushed himself into a sitting position, gasping and panting for breath, the ring buried in a meaty fist. Zeke was begging and crying by now, helpless to prevent his muscular body from reverting to his scrawny one, he scrimped and clawed as muscle deflated all around him.

A few seconds later, and he was done. The tiny fox that had led him down this cellar was back, naked save for a cum-soaked pair of briefs. Zeke was scrawny, harmless.

Sturgis pushed himself up, still panting from the effort. Zeke pushed himself away from him, covering his face in shame. The stallion simply ignored the whimpering fox as he retrieved his wallet from the safe. He pondered for a moment at the thought of taking the other wallets as well, and then decided against it. There were people who needed money even more than he did, especially the ones who didn't have night jobs to lessen their burdens.

Sturgis turned to regard Zeke one last time. The fox had a black eye, several bruises, a bleeding nose and some cuts on his face from their scuffle. All that trouble for his stupid money.

"Fuck you, Zeke," the unicorn spat, "Fuck you."

***

The cool evening breeze was heavenly relief as Sturgis stepped back onto the street. He tore off his shirt, not caring that it was one of his favourites, and wiped his face with the sweaty mess. His entire body ached from that wrestling match with Zeke. It was a good thing he wasn't cut or bruised, that really would have affected business tonight. Sturgis tucked his ruined shirt into his pants and pulled out his wallet. It was thick and heavy, stuffed with dozens of one dollar bills, all tips for his hard work. Not for the first time Sturgis wished for more zeros behind the number 1s. His sore muscles were begging him for a massage, or maybe a relaxing soak in a hot tub somewhere.

Sturgis could only sigh. He barely made enough to put himself through college as it is. The finance department didn't even bother crafting nice letters for him anymore, and every month or two Sturgis would find a small dollar sign taped to his locker as a 'gentle reminder'.

The occasional cat call and wolf whistle greeted him as Sturgis strolled down the street, his mind wandering back to that scuffle with Zeke. That sly fox had really made him work for his money. Sturgis reached into his pocket and fished out Zeke's ring. The ring looked to be made of gold, feeling slightly heavy for something so small. Intricate carvings decorated the inside, and even now the ring shimmered in the evening light. Since it was safely off Zeke's finger, Sturgis was confident the fox wouldn't be causing any muscle based problems anytime soon.

Sturgis beheld the golden ring. It was so pretty, like the stuff on display in the jewellery shops on the high street. Zeke must have been polishing the thing. There wasn't a speck of dust on it, not even a scratch or a fingerprint. He could probably get a good price for this, probably enough for nice hot meal. It had been ages since his last one and he was dying for some good food again. And speaking of food, Sturgis cut across an alley into the next street, having just realised he hadn't had dinner, and made his way toward the local fast food stand.

A tired looking human was leaning against the counter when Sturgis wandered into the stand, still shirtless, still sweaty, and still pumped as hell. Sturgis watched the human suddenly snap to attention, his face blossoming with lust and arousal. He was clearly fighting to keep the drool in his mouth, and Sturgis recognised the man as a regular patron down at Flex.

Sturgis kept his eyes on the man as he scrambled to put his takeaway together, stuffing food into a brown paper bag. The unicorn raised an eyebrow as the man leaned against the counter, shoving an overstuffed takeaway toward him.

"I think you gave me more than I ordered," he said, prodding at the bags humorously round stuffing, "I saw turkey legs, I can't afford that."

"It's on the house big man!" panted the human, "On the house!"

He was sweating by now, clearly overwhelmed by the hulking piece of meat that had his chest shoved toward his face. Sturgis felt his heart swell. He was going to eat well tonight. But still, he couldn't take charity, the man had to make a living too.

"I can't take freebies bro," he said.

The human seemed to melt, Sturgis had called him bro! He tried to say something that came out as a hoarse gargle. Sturgis knew he had mesmerised the human, but perhaps there was another way to pay him.

***

Cody knew he had hit the jackpot when Sturgis leapt into the stand, careful to keep his heavy boots off the counter. The hulking stallion loomed over him, bright emerald-green eyes sparkling with appreciation. Cody didn't know what the unicorn was going to do, but he hoped he had time to watch before his body started hyperventilating.

The great big muscleman smiled, his arms spreading wide. Cody gaped at the size of those lats, so thick and so muscular they bulged from his sides like wings. Sturgis's broad, muscular shoulders tapered town to a slim waist, his six-pack chiselled and clearly visible. Cody felt himself backing into a wall as Sturgis advanced upon him like a hulking muscle god. He knees felt weak, and Cody felt himself sinking onto the floor, his cock rock-hard and leaking inside his pants.

"Like I said," Sturgis purred, enchanting him with his masculine baritone, "I can't take freebies."

And then the stallion bent down, and with a bestial GROWL, tore his trousers right off.

"Oh my god!"

Cody could only squeal, a huge stain forming where his prick was tenting the fabric. Sturgis's muscular body towered over him, naked save his boots and a pair of skimpy briefs. Cody gaped at the sight of the stallion's underwear. He was a fucking stallion alright! His massive cock bulged against the thin fabric, pulling the material away from his waist. Sturgis's furry balls were larger than average, visibly bulging out from the sides of his skimpy briefs. Cody could only jerk as his cock continued to spew. The stallion was flexing now, pumping his huge guns and rippling the muscles of his pecs. Sturgis wasn't even hard! His massive meat was coiled into a large bunch in his underwear, completely and utterly flaccid.

Sturgis began to gyrate, his long tongue licking the sides of his face. He had his strong fingers around his thick nipples. His muscular pecs bulged with so much muscle they forced his nipples to point down. It was too much for him to take, Cody's back arched as his cock began squirting in his pants, his mouth hung open, spewing and endless stream of lustful expletives.

***

Sturgis examined his ruined clothes. Perhaps he had gone overboard, and it was not as though he could buy new clothes whenever he wanted. Still, no point crying over spilled milk. Sturgis pushed Zeke's gold ring into his wallet and then stuffed it into his underwear.

The stallion cradled his precious takeaway, careful not to let its contents tear through the bottom. The human was going to have some problems cleaning up after himself, but Sturgis didn't think he would hold it against him. Still, he had to admit it felt good walking around like this. His heavy boots clomped across the pavement as he made his way home. It felt good being a stallion, and Sturgis especially loved how heavy he felt. His muscular quads were so big they pushed his balls forward, causing them to grind against his thighs with each step.

Sturgis's home was a tiny apartment at the top floor of one of the three-story buildings that decorated the lower street. Small and basically furnished, Sturgis had found it easier to call it home now that his stepfather was gone. There were only two other tenants in the building, a crowd of students living on the second floor, and the landlord on the first. Sturgis never had any trouble paying him. He was a closeted gay man and Sturgis had easily worked that to his advantage.

The unicorn poked his head through the front door, no sense walking in like this and frightening somebody. Upon confirmation of a clear coast, Sturgis sprinted up to his level and slammed the door behind him. He shucked off his boots and laid his takeaway on the old table, he would eat this later. Sturgis stripped off his skimpy garment and hurried into the shower. He had wasted far too much time with Zeke and the fast food guy.

He was still dripping when he stumbled into his messy room. Sturgis found Zeke's ring and tossed it into a drawer, he could get about pawning the ring some other time. But first, he had to get dressed. It was leather night tonight at Flex, and Sturgis knew there would be a huge crowd waiting to tip him, he couldn't be late, not with so much money on the line. Sturgis rummaged through his fetish wear and rushed to get dressed.

Sturgis spared a moment to examine himself in the mirror. First impressions were really important at Flex, and Sturgis was pleased to see he looked good. His muscles were bulging, his long mane was wild and unkempt, and his choice of accessories couldn't be better. Sturgis had leather straps tightened across his biceps, quads and chest. He especially liked the chest harness that encircled his upper torso. The straps were carefully positioned just beneath and at the sides of his pecs, causing them to bulge out even more. Sturgis had even slipped on a cock ring. The tight leather band constricted his veiny cock, helping to keep him hard and throbbing through the night. He was done here. Flex would provide him with a leather vest and a pair of posers for collecting tips.

The unicorn threw on some casual clothing and dived into his boots, he had to run if he didn't want to be late. It wasn't all bad, nothing like a sweaty muscleman to drive the customers wild.

***

Zeke sulked at the loss of his ring. How could Sturgis have beaten him? He was bigger, taller and stronger than the unicorn. And yet he stallion had beaten him and yanked out his ring. Zeke grimaced, pounding the floor in frustration. No, no, no! He couldn't believe it. This had to be some sort of terrible nightmare! He only had the ring for less than a day! How could he have lost it! How?!

The fox slumped again a wall. Maybe he could steal it back. Yeah that could work. Sturgis shared some of his classes, maybe he could swipe the ring before the unicorn noticed.

He sighed, glancing at his thin arms, easy come easy go he supposed. What if Sturgis unlocked the power of the ring and tried it for himself. He would be unstoppable! Zeke felt himself breathing harder. Shit, shit, this couldn't be happening to him. Sturgis wasn't that much of a muscle freak and he wasn't as bright or as cunning as Zeke, maybe he didn't even know how to use the ring, and maybe he would just keep it with him, like a valuable bauble or something.

Zeke swallowed. Oh shit, what if he sells the ring for money? What if he tells people of what it did to Zeke? If someone buys or steals it off him then Zeke would never see the ring ever again! The suddenly realisation hit him then. He didn't have much time. Zeke stood, still naked save his dripping underwear.

He had no choice. Sturgis worked at Flex most nights, maybe if he rushed down and searched through the stallion's things-

The door to his cellar swung open expectantly. Zeke bolted upright, trying to cover the stains on his underwear, had Sturgis come back to gloat?

No, it wasn't Sturgis. The figure that stood at the door was taller, bigger than Sturgis and even more muscled.

"B-Brawn!" Zeke gasped, "I-I didn't take any of your things, d-did I?"

Brawn was_the_ star sportsman in the entire university. At 22 years of age, he was the star of the bodybuilding club, champion of the wrestling team, and indisputably the most popular guy in the entire campus. The bull's incredible success was often attributed to his unbelievable musculature. The brown bull was fucking JACKED and completely natural. He was even bigger than the biggest muscle juicers in school.

Zeke couldn't help but gape the six and a half feet tower of bulging muscle loomed over him. Brawn was famous for wearing a wrestling singlet wherever he went. It was a one-piece, tight fitting body suit that clung to his body like paint. And, judging by the size of the muscles that bulged out so monstrously, Zeke knew Brawn was even bigger than him when he was wearing the ring.

The huge bull took a step in. Zeke found himself enthralled by the sight of those quads. The singlet stretched a little down his thighs, but the huge teardrop shaped muscles were stretching the fabric to its limit. His quads were just so fucking thick and so fucking muscular! Zeke's eyes trailed upwards, the bull's hulking shoulders were supported by a lean 35 inch waist. His massive bull bulge was clearly visible, the tight material outlining both his cock and his huge balls. Zeke had spied on him plenty of times in the showers. Brawn was almost as hung as the stallions, his bullcock swelling to a fantastic 12 inches when fully erect.

"Like what you see, boy?"

Zeke did. The bulging bull was pumped! It looked as though he come here straight from a workout. His black hair was matted and his brown fur glistened with sweat. His huge lats flared out from the singlet, pushing arms away from his body. Zeke nodded cautiously, he didn't have any secret weapons for this guy.

Brawn flexed his massive guns, causing the muscles to ripple and bulge. His cock was getting hard just from feeling himself flex. Zeke stared at Brawn's trouser snake started swelling beneath his singlet. The head flared as it reached full power, a huge foot-long monster that throbbed softly against his hardened abs.

"Came here to wrestle you," the bull said simply, "Show me how big you are, Zeke."

The bull's comment caught him off guard. Zeke was practically naked before him and thin as a twig, how was he going to wrestle that? And what did he mean by showing him how big he was.

"Y-You want to wrestle me?"

"Well not_you_ right now," explained the buff bull, "I want to see the...other you."

Brawn knew about the ring. Oh shit, did Sturgis tell him? No, no that couldn't be. Those two never mixed and he wouldn't be here if Sturgis had told him about it. Unless... unless Sturgis didn't take the ring! Then it should still be here somewhere!

Zeke shook his head, feigning ignorance.

The huge bull advanced on him, Zeke couldn't move, and he didn't react as the huge bull knelt before him and leaned in close, pressing their erections together.

"Don't you like the idea of two muscle hunks going at it?" he whispered, "Go on, say the magic words, I want to see your muscles growing like the hulk."

"W-What the hell are you talking about man?"

He had chosen the wrong thing to say. Brawn's face grew stern, his huge nostrils flaring angrily.

"Don't play games with me boy," he growled, "I saw you sneaking into the gym after hours, you were wearing a ring that glowed as your muscles hulked out like crazy. You were naked, getting off on your own muscle and jerking off all over the equipment."

"You've been watching too many movies, Brawn," Zeke taunted, he couldn't let Brawn know the ring might be hidden somewhere, "What's the matter? All that winning boring y-"

Brawn cut him off with a meaty fist to the head. A familiar spinning sensation whizzed through his brain as Brawn picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"I don't see the ring," he snarled menacingly, "Where is it boy?"

"I don't have any rings!" Zeke cried. Hey, it was the truth now wasn't it?

Brawn threw him aside and began ransacking his safe. The bull's bulging muscles made tearing the cellar apart easy work. He flipped the tables, tore apart the sofa and even pulled out the cinderblock bricks that covered the walls. By the time he was done, his hulking body and heaving with anger. Brawn seized the wiry fox, squeezing his cheeks with his powerful hand.

"Let's keep our little meeting a secret shall we?" he said in a voice that commanded Zeke obey.

The little fox, tears streaming down his face, could only nod.

***

Brawn stepped back onto the street. He was furious. It definitely had been that little fox who snuck into the gym to hulk out. He might have just let out a valuable little secret to that cunning Zeke. Brawn found the shirt he had left out here and squeezed it onto his massive body. He still remembered the days where shirts like these would swim on him. He had been the runt of his litter, never growing big enough to even be considered average for a bull.

The muscle bull brought his fist to his face and kissed the golden band around his ring finger. The Band of Fortitude had been his greatest blessing, and they said studying ancient history would be a waste of time. When the bull succeeded in unlocking its ancient magic around puberty, his life changed forever.

With the ring activated, Brawn became incredibly tough and incredible resilient. He threw himself into the gym every single day, for hours upon hours each time, always lifting the heaviest weights he could find. Brawn never felt sore, rarely felt tired, always getting his optimum workout no matter how strenuous his training. The ring provided him all the resilience he needed. Soon the bodybuilding trophies and wrestling medals started flooding his room, the result of the brutal training, hard work, and a little magic on the side.

But that wasn't all there was. He knew there were 3 rings in total, his being the subtlest and the most elusive (and the most useful, according to him).

There were two more. He had been sure Zeke had found (or stolen, knowing him) the Ring of Muscle and unlocked its power. Brawn wanted the rings, all of them. If the scrawny Zeke had morphed into a bodybuilder almost as big as Brawn himself, there was no telling how powerful the Muscle Ring would make him, he could be bigger than any bodybuilder in history! Brawn salivated at the prospect. A chance to become a fucking muscle monster, it was the chance of a lifetime!

It was said the man who brought together all 3 rings of power would be permitted to enter the fabled Temple of Testosterone. It was a cheesy name, but whoever who coined had certainly thought it fit. Brawn wanted to get to this temple, to claim the ultimate power that was said to be hidden within it. He had spent years of his young life searching for the other rings, and cursed the time he had wasted with Zeke.

The bull hopped into his car and started it, making for the lower street. He had a lead on the second ring, the Ring of Vigour, and this time he was not going to let it slip away.