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The following is a work of fiction. It contains several various feats of physical strength. There may be suggestive sexuality implied. Nothing explicit is planned (at the moment I'm starting this tale). Readers beware. If you are not interested in reading a story which predominantly features feats of phenomenal strength, you may as well leave.

Chet is © to me

Golga is © to Golgamoth

Furvus is © to Furvus Wolf

A Day at the Farm

It was the start of another glorious day in the late spring. The air was clean and fresh with the scents of freshly tilled earth wafting out in the countryside. A gentle breeze tickled at the new leaves of the poplar trees that lined the laneway leading up to a certain chestnut stallion's farm house. A lone blue jay piped a cheerful tune before punctuating it with a slightly more aggressive dominant note at the end before soaring off on his daily missions for food and survival. In fact, that wasn't the only song to be heard on the gentle wind, but it was the particular tune that Chester had perked his sensitive ears to as he stood at his bedroom window to survey the weather and distant sky for the day.

It was another day on the farm, and there was never a shortage of work to be done. Chet had indeed planned to take care of a lot of nagging chores that he'd been either putting off because of the weather, or been too busy with other more immediate tasks. He trotted through the bedroom doorway and clip-clopped as lightly as he could with his typically unshod hooves on the hardwood stairs down to the kitchen.

The well-built stallion set up the coffee maker and started brewing his daily dose of black gold. He ruffled through the fridge and the cupboards collecting a number of ingredients to make a breakfast which would give him more than enough energy for the tasks he needed to take care of during the day. A large bucket of oats that were grown on the farm last season, and milk, along with a few other choice ingredients and some fruit went into the pot. Almost instantly a sweet scent of spiced oatmeal flooded into Chester's flared nostrils as he nickered soft and deep at the tempting aromas.

"Oatmeal, and coffee. Breakfast of champions." He chuckled softly to himself, and finished making his meal. He poured the coffee into a medium-sized bucket, specially made for equines to drink from. Chet's medium bucket had a handle that was sturdy enough to handle whatever liquid the stallion would fancy drinking. The oatmeal was served in a large bowl. The stallion ate quietly and slowly, savoring the special recipe he'd learned from his mother years before.

"Comfort food, but definitely the perfect meal for giving me the energy to get the chores done today." Chet talked to himself, running through the list of tasks just to keep himself on track and make sure he doesn't miss anything. "Gotta take care of those old rotten and diseased trees out at the back field. Take out the rocks that I discovered in the new field that I'm starting up for some more oats. Straighten up the scrap in the back yard, and maybe clean up the barn a bit if there's time. Doesn't sound like a whole lot, but ... well, we'll see if my strength holds up."

Chet knew that he was definitely strong enough for these chores singularly, one day at a time, but all together, that was a different story. He wasn't a young colt anymore either. Nevertheless, he would try to have some fun with the tasks, since he loved to test his strength.

After finishing his bowl of oatmeal and licking his large, thick soft lips at the sweet flavor, he reached down to his tummy and gave a gentle pat at the chiseled abs. The hot oatmeal made a nice warm feeling deep down inside. With a slight smile, Chet stood up and ruffled his mane playfully, then cleaned up the dishes quickly. He finished the remnants of the fresh coffee from his bucket and then headed back upstairs to fetch a work shirt. He was already wearing his now-trademark shorts.

Making his way back downstairs, he stepped outside where the warming morning sun kissed the chestnut coat that wasn't covered by his farm clothes. The day would become quite warm, he thought to himself. The stallion looked around and decided that he should probably take care of the rocks out in the new field. The last thing he wanted to do would be to break any of the metal tines on the tiller while he was breaking up the ground before planting the seeds. There were quite a few rocks that he'd already noticed too. Since it would require bending over and then working the rocks free of the ground, that would likely take the most energy, so that would be the place to start the day.

Chet trotted over to the tractor parked on the far side of the driveway near the equipment barn. He busied himself in the dappled shade that was offered by the tall poplars lining the driveway, getting the tractor ready to hook up the large wagon that he planned to load whatever rocks and maybe even some boulders that lay hidden out in the new field.

"No sense in overworking myself today. Use the machines that I have here to make the work easier. I'll save my strength for the actual fun tests." Again, he chuckled lightly. After hooking up the wagon to the tractor, Chet hopped up carefully into the seat and started up the trusty old workhorse of a tractor. It grunted a mechanical clang, then sputtered to life, almost as if it was shaking off days of sleep in its eyes. Chet let the tractor get warmed up sufficiently, then started heading out to the field.

He had already spotted several rather pesky-looking rocks in the ground. All he knew was that the ones he saw would easily be enough to ruin the metal tines on his tiller if they got caught. He didn't know how big they really were. He was prepared for a long morning of back-breaking work, but he also grinned playfully to himself, happy to have this chance to test himself, and he was alone too. That meant that no one would have to see him doing this. No one would be gawking. He also wouldn't have to explain anything to anyone. Then his grin got even wider as he reasoned further. It was just him and the fun work to be taken care of.

"That also means that I ... won't have to hold back, because no one is around." With an almost playful bounce of his head, he quickly parked the tractor near the middle of where a majority of rocks were located. He literally jumped out of the seat and landed with a firm thud on the ground, and trotted over to where one of the rocks was visible.

The big stallion knelt down and then looked up to the sun, which continued to rise higher as it got later in the morning. Then he looked back down at the rock that looked like it was just resting on the top of the ground. He reached down and took a grip, sliding his strong fingers down into the cool earth. With a quick tug from his fingers, the rock budged and pulled a little bit out. This one was indeed half-buried. Chet quickly reached down with his other hand and dug his fingers under the other side of the rock, and then pulled it free. It was not a very large rock, but certainly it would have done quite a bit of damage to the tiller.

The next few rocks nearby were about the same size and difficulty for Chet to remove them. He tossed each of the rocks up to the bed of the trailer off to the side. Then he stepped over to another rock that looked to be nearly double the size of those ones he'd removed already. He knelt down and took a grip on the rock with both hands, then pulled with a moderate amount of strength. He pulled again with a mild grunt this time, but the rock stayed firmly entombed in the ground. Chet snorted and ruffled his mane playfully. Then he gripped the rock with a firmer grip; his thick muscular forearms writhed with cabled muscle and veins as those strong fingers clamped down hard on the rock. All along his upper arms, the muscles bulged thick and hard. Chet grunted deeper and pulled with more strength. Now the rock budged. The tight-packed ground surrounding it squelched softly as it broke away. This rock was indeed buried deep into the ground.

Chet pulled even harder still as the boulder shifted slightly, and angled upward a little bit, showing some of what was buried for decades under the ground. Now Chet looked down at the challenge and nickered softly. He got up to his hooves and then bent down, taking a wide strong grip at the boulder. With a deep grunt, the mighty stallion summoned his strength from deep down inside. His thick quads bulged out hard against the shorts, but they managed to contain the shredded muscle that flexed against the denim. His back flared and bulged enormously thick and slowly ripped the shirt open at the seams at the side under his lats as he wrapped those mighty arms as far as he could around the boulder. With yet another mighty deep grunt, the boulder shifted in Chet's grip as he gave a determined snort and managed to pull the boulder out of the ground, dragging it slowly to the side where he set it down and looked at the result of his effort.

The boulder was simply massive. This one alone would fill up nearly half of the large wooden hay wagon. Chet grinned and looked at the boulder, which literally came up to his waist level from the ground. Then he looked down at his arms, which showed thick veins stretching the now pumped muscles of his biceps and forearms. He looked around to make sure that he was still alone, and indeed he was.

"That was a little bit of fun there, and a challenge I wasn't really expecting. Hope there aren't too many more that size, or I'll need to make another trip out here to the field with the wagon." He chuckled softly, but then thought about what to do with this boulder sitting on the ground in the middle of the field. "Gonna have to get this thing up on the wagon. Hmm. Memories of the Atlas stones a while back."

Chet stepped up to the huge boulder, and took a grip as secure as he could. His biceps rubbed against the side of the massive rock. Chet flexed his mighty quads with the same strength he used to lift the mammoth boulder out of the ground. The tonnage lifted off the ground in his mighty arms as he gave a playful nicker. He swished his long silky tail happily and looked up at the huge boulder supported firmly in his arms. He angled it slowly upward and shifted his grip carefully. With a slow, controlled movement, he pressed the tons of rock above his head. His thick triceps bulged into absolutely shredded masses of solid muscle and veins under the weight of the chunk of rock over his head. Feeling playful, Chet lowered the boulder slowly back down then without even a grunt, he muscled it back up, flexing his triceps powerfully. Lowering it back down to just above his head, he grunted softly and pressed back up, forcing out another rep and another. The stallion's breathing became slightly more shallow and quick as he worked into the lift. Chet didn't know how much the boulder actually weighed. He didn't need to. This is what he had fun doing. He let out a playful squeal of delight and then walked slowly over to the wagon, slowly placing the veritable tons of rock on the bed of the wagon. The thick wood creaked under the weight of the rock. The wheels sank down visibly under the weight too.

Chet dusted off his shirt, which remarkably had held up against the boulder rubbing against it. Of course, he felt a slight draft at the sides of the shirt, where his muscular lats had already torn the seams apart. Most of the shirt had still remained in tact. It was a few sizes larger than it needed to be, since Chet wanted to have some freedom so that he could work. The boulder tested his strength a little bit more than he was expecting, and it showed in the muscles getting pumped up a bit harder. Not only that, but the day was getting warmer as the morning pressed on. Chet's body had started to form that sheen of sweat under the shirt. It now pressed quite tightly to the thick shredded chest on the stallion. It even showed the clear outline of his cobbled ab muscles as well. Chet was now pretty playful, and eager to move on to the next challenge. He trotted over to where he'd seen some other buried rocks. In the back of his mind, he hoped that there would actually be another magnificent boulder like the one he just discovered.

Seeing the craggy surface of another potential tiller-wrecking rock, Chet squealed out a soft high-pitched sound and trotted over to it. He bent down and dug his fingers against the edge of the rock. This one made the stallion snort almost with disappointment as he tugged at it, and it easily came free. It was very small compared to the one he'd just dealt with. He easily tossed it over on to the wagon more than 100 meters across the field.

He got up and found yet another. This one looked promising. It stuck out of the ground higher than Chet's calf muscle. There was plenty of rock surface to grip, so Chet nickered softly and reached down to take a strong grip. Once again, the stallion's forearms bulged with iron cable muscle and thick snaking veins. His biceps also hardened into long thick tubes of clearly etched sinew, flowing up into absolutely ripped shoulders that resembled the boulder in hardness and definition. Now that he felt pleased with his grip, he tugged with a deep massive grunt. A playful grin formed on his muzzle as he knew that it had to be yet another massive rock.

Shifting his hooves on the hard ground, Chet flexed his arms harder and his back muscles also bulged. The sweat-clinging shirt revealed the deep valleys and hard masses that riddled that huge expanse of back on the stallion. Now an even deeper grunt uttered from the stallion's throat. His ears pulled back as he doubled his efforts against the defiant rock. The ground didn't squelch this time. Instead, it crackled. Chet didn't make any further sound, but he swished his tail showing that he was now getting a bit angry at the rock staying firmly entrenched. He lifted one hoof and stomped it down hard. That helped to loosen the hard ground enough that the boulder now literally ripped free of the earth. Chet stumbled back at the release of the massive weight, but had such a strong hold on the boulder that it flung up and over his head, where he managed to quickly adjust his strength and hold it there. He looked up and hurrrrrrrr hurrrrrrrrred soft and deep under the shadow of the huge rock. He shifted his grip carefully and lowered it just above his head before flexing those ripped massive triceps and pressed it slowly, steadily back up above his head. Feeling the weight in his hands, Chet nickered softly to himself again. He pumped out several more reps before he lowered it with surprising gentleness to the ground.

The shape was very different from the first boulder. Chet stepped back a few paces and noticed that this boulder wasn't nearly as wide as the first one, but this one stood up to Chet's chest. He nodded, pleased that he'd managed to take care of these two very potentially disastrous rocks before trying to start up the field for crops. Now there were two very deep holes to have to take care of. That would be for another time, though.

Chet stepped back up to the massive boulder and took a strong grip against his body. He grunted and muscled the boulder up overhead. Then he walked carefully over to the wagon, setting the weight carefully down on the bed. The wood once again creaked under the sheer weight. The tires registered the added tonnage as well, but it all held up like a champ so far.

Chet's shirt was now dusty from the dry dirt and the rock dust. He felt so pumped though. He looked down at his biceps and slowly flexed. He focused hard on the muscle and veins, curling inward. The fabric was clinging already because of the sheen of sweat covering the muscles. The fabric of the sleeves couldn't slide back because it clung to the muscles, which were now bulging with pure strength. The muscles burst the sleeves to shreds as the stallion gave another playful nicker. He never failed to enjoy the feeling of flexing out of sleeves and shirts and shorts every now and then. He wanted to make sure his shorts stayed on though. He'd just gotten a fun idea for the boulders, and since that involved going to the road at the end of the driveway, he'd need his shorts for later.

Having shredded the sleeves over his pumped biceps, and the seams had already torn over his lats, Chet simply reached up to the neckline and ripped off the rest of the shirt. The sheen of sweat covered his pumped muscles everywhere, making them shimmer under the warm sunshine high above now. They'd never looked harder than they do now.

Now shirtless, Chet decided to do a quick walk-around of the field to see if he'd missed any other potentially damaging rocks. He bent down to pick up several less pesky rocks, tossing them over to the wagon with the rest. Then the pumped stallion hopped up to the tractor and started the engine. Putting it in low gear, he inched it forward, knowing that the wagon was hauling several more tons than it did when he'd brought it out just an hour before. The trusty tractor, however, did its job obediently, which made Chet give it a gentle pat from his hand. He drove the tractor back to the house and parked the wagon under the poplar trees, then turned off the engine, before jumping back down and trotting off toward the back field tree line where there were a few dead trees that needed to be removed.

Chet walked up to a tree that had to be a hundred feet tall. The trunk was a good 6 feet around. It wasn't strangled by other low-growth, however. It was pretty much easy for him to access. His neighbor was a tree doctor and he'd come over to Chet's tree line to offer some assistance in assessing which trees should be removed before more trees suffered. This maple was a victim of tree rot. It sat in a low area, and when it rained, the tree was always mired in a pool of water that stayed for weeks at a time. Over the years of its lifespan, it just couldn't take it anymore and developed tree rot.

Today, fortunately, the ground was perfect for removing it. The ground was moist, but hard enough for Chet to have good footing. It hadn't rained in a few weeks actually. Chet stepped up to the mighty trunk and looked up at the towering height. There weren't any leaves on the tree. Most of the branches were free of other trees, so this shouldn't be too worrisome to just let it fall once it was uprooted. Chet nickered to himself and felt a shiver. He blushed a bit at he started to realize what he was planning to do. He'd never tackled something this big before. He'd uprooted saplings and small trees in the past, but never something that he couldn't actually get his arms full around. This tree, however, was bigger than anything he'd lifted before.

With a ruffle and toss of his long silky mane, he pressed his mighty chest firmly against the bark of the tree. Then he wrapped those boulder-shifting arms tightly against the bark. Chet's arms couldn't even go three-quarters of the way around the trunk, but those bulldozer-strong fingers clamped against the bark, digging in and taking a strong grip. Bracing his right hoof close to the tree base, Chet flexed that mighty shredded chest, crumpling some of the bark clean off the trunk. This feeling of muscle against the tree made Chet nicker with an almost burning need to release. The sexual energy, however, was slowly turning into an intense feeling of strength that Chet hadn't had for a long time. With his hooves braced firmly, he flexed both legs tremendously and gave a deep guttural grunt, pinning his ears back with determination. At first, nothing appeared to happen. Chet's upper body bulged with tremendous strength and muscle definition. His calves shredded with impossible thickness and detail. The ground then squelched softly as the tree inched sideways in the moist earth. A soft snort then emitted from the stallion's lips as he felt the first sign of weakness in the tree trunk.

Keeping his ears pinned back tightly, forcing untold amounts of sheer strength against the tree, Chet's biceps flexed hard against the bark and the hard mass of his biceps crackled the bark off from underneath the shimmering muscle. Still, the stallion's determination yielded very little progress. He loosened his intense grip at the trunk and stepped back, cocking his right arm and unleashing a tremendous punch that rocked the tree visibly side to side. Chet looked at that and gave a defiant snort, lunging back at the trunk with renewed vigor. This time, the stallion's redoubled strength managed to shift the tree more than a foot up from the ground. The mighty stallion swished his tail and gave another determined snort, almost lust-filled as he shifted his grip lower on the raised tree, lifting yet again and muscling the trunk up higher and higher until the surprisingly shallow root ball literally ripped out of the ground. Chet whinnied high in shock at the sudden success, nearly stumbling backward from the tremendous amount of energy put against the tree to uproot it.

The mighty stallion huffed shallow and quickly as he tried to catch his breath from the exertion of what he'd just done. He set the torn roots down on the ground and let the rest of the tree fall into the clearing nearby. He knew he'd have to use a chainsaw to get the tree out of the forest area, but that'd be for later. He slowly caught his breath, then reached up to his chest and brushed some of the bark from his muscle. Looking down, he realized that this much strength was starting to make him aroused indeed. There was still one more task out here in the forest. There was another tree that was not so tall, but definitely rotten. The majority of the tree had already fallen to the ground, but the root ball and the base of the trunk was still there, and needed to be dealt with so that new growth could happen in the trees.

"Damn, I'd forgotten that most of the tree had already fallen. I'll need to get a set of chains to get this thing out of here. Couldn't possibly squeeze the tractor in here, even if I wanted to. Of course, it's more fun to try and pit my own horsepower against the tree stump. Let's see how deep these roots go." Chet hurrrrrrr hurrrrrred soft and deep to himself as he eagerly trotted back to the barn to fetch a long set of chains that should be more than strong enough for the job. Rounding the corner at the opening of the large barn, Chet reached up and lifted a long length of thick chains off a hook on the wall. He nickered playfully to himself and then started trotting back out to the tree line where the huge stump was. "Let's see just how deep I have to dig down into my own reserves to take care of this task."

Back in the deep forest shade, Chet stopped next to the stump and took the links of chain off his mighty shoulders. He busied himself eagerly to tie the links of thick chain around the stump, trying to make it as tight and secure as possible. He knew this would be a major test, and he didn't want to risk injury by having the chain slip or pop off of the stump when it was under strain. After fixing the chain around the stump a few times, Chet felt satisfied enough to test it out. He stepped back and took the links in his right hand, wrapping another section once around his fingers on his left hand, he watched the chain pull tight. He looked down at his biceps that were thick with pumped muscle and veins. His cobbled abs glistened with a smooth sheen of sweat from all the hard work he'd done so far. Even though he was standing almost entirely in shadow from the thick tree canopy overhead, there were spots of sunlight that shone off that sheen from his muscles. He only just now noticed that the button had popped open on his shorts. Still, they held on.

With a playful snort, Chet flexed his arms and shoulders revealing insane definition and vascularity through his entire upper body. His lats flared wider, chest literally shredded with impossible striations, abs hardened to a wall of iron hard muscle, while those biceps more than doubled in thickness and hardness with the mind-blowing effort he was putting into the pull. His thick quad muscles stretched and strained against the fabric of his shorts, but again, they managed to hold. He grunted with determination, and still the stump didn't budge in inch. The chain managed to hold so far, and Chet once again snorted defiantly pulling harder than ever. Only the deep grunting sound of the terrifyingly strong stallion filled the air, until a faint cracking noise echoed through the forest. It grew stronger and stronger, accompanied now by the determined grunt of the mighty horse. With unrelenting brutal strength, Chet stepped back once, then again, and managed to rip nearly 5 feet of the massive taproot out of the ground.

Chet's ears perked straight up as he realized what he was doing. Then they pinned back as he strived for complete success. He wasn't sure how deep the root actually went. After several more minutes, there was almost 40 feet of root exposed, and still it held to the ground. Chet was breathing very heavy from the amount of strength and effort needed. He was becoming impatient. He gave a deep grunt and literally shifted his hooves, pulling back against the tree stump. Every muscle in his upper body pumped extremely hard and thick with sweating mass. Chet's impatience, and utter determination unleashed as he lifted his head straight up in the air and let out a massive, powerful whinny that echoed through the air. That strong sound rolled down into a surprising growl in the end. The stallion's body was now absolutely shredded and coated in a thick sheen of sweat as he was finally able to rip the entire taproot out of the ground. Seventy feet of thick, centuries-old root lay strewn on the ground near the heaving stallion. He fell back and nearly collapsed from the sheer effort put into the feat of strength he'd just performed, but slowly focused on catching his breath. He looked down at the chain and realized that he'd crushed the chain links flat in his hands.

"What a test!" He heaved, slowly catching his breath again. The coolness of the shade in the forest finally began to embrace his sweaty coat, allowing him to catch his breath more quickly. Getting to his hooves, he swayed slightly as he tried to steady his footing. Deep hoof prints were left in the ground showing where Chet stepped back and pulled even stronger against the stump.

"I've never felt so immensely strong as I do now! What a day! And still it's before lunch time!" Chet let out a far less powerful whinny of delight now as he swished his long tail and dragged the stump with the chain behind him back to the barn. He untied the chain and blushed a bit looking at where his hands had literally crushed the links flat.

"There's probably no way to fix that, but I hate to throw away a good chain. This one really took some punishment. Maybe I can find someone to fix it back up. If not, well, we'll see what happens. Most of the chain is definitely usable for other purposes though." Chet reassured himself quietly as he wrapped up the chain and set it back in its position on the interior wall of the barn.

"It's nearly lunch time, but I have an idea for what to do with those two rocks I got this morning." He grinned slowly wider as he looked at the wagon parked under the trees in the driveway. He trotted over to the tractor, which was still hooked to the wagon, and hopped up into the seat again. The engine clattered noisily to life and Chet put the tractor into low gear, cranking the accelerator stick and letting out the clutch. The wagon lurched forward as the tractor pulled the tons of boulders slowly down the lane way to the entrance of the farm. Chet stepped on the clutch and slowed the tractor near the entrance, turning the tractor and then backing he wagon through the gate with ease.

Several miles away, a cloud of dust billowed up into the air as a large truck travelled along. The window was open on the driver's side door, and the raccoon's fur ruffled in the wind as he drove along. He was casually whistling to a song that was playing on the stereo. He was heading back home from the shop early that day, having done the little bit of work he'd gone in to do. The sun was shining high in the air. It was warm, and a beautiful day. He was driving along a quiet country road. A great song was playing on the radio.

Suddenly, something appeared at the side of the road that made the raccoon's muzzle start to open wide in awe. He took his paw off the accelerator and the truck slowed gradually, but his eyes were absolutely fixated on the vision at the side of the road as he coasted past. He felt like he was in a dream watching a massively muscled stallion, shirtless, with his back to the roadway. But the well-built raccoon also noticed that the stallion was lifting what appeared to be a huge boulder with his bare hands. And then there was that magnificent ass! Suddenly, the steering wheel jerked free of his paws and there was a quick sensation of falling. Then all went black for him.

Chet was unloading the last of the boulders and setting it as carefully as he could on the ground on one side of the laneway entrance. He heard the stone from the road rustling as it does when cars travel along. Then there was a loud thud and a second one. He dropped the boulder and spun around to see the cloud of dust rising. He looked down the road a little ways and saw a truck on its side in the ditch on the other side of the road. Chet ran over to the truck and looked inside. He saw the well-built raccoon slumped over the steering wheel. Chet reached in the open window and gently gripped at the raccoon's shoulder. The stranger didn't respond. Chet nickered softly to himself, unsure of what to do. He looked around to see if there was someone who knew what to do in an accident like this. He had heard that it might cause problems if you move a body without knowing what injuries there were, so he knew that would be a mistake. Within a few more moments, the raccoon moaned out loudly in pain, but he slumped back in the seat, reaching up to rub at his head. Then his eyes opened and he looked to the side of the truck, seeing the massive stallion looking worried.

"You definitely make a strong first impression, pony." The well-built raccoon said very matter-of-factly. Chet's ears perked a little more forward, trying to figure out what he meant.

"I have no idea what that means, but are you ok? You were knocked out for a few moments there. I live just up the lane here, so if you need medical attention, we can go up to the house and call for assistance. It looks like your truck might be a bit more worse for wear than you, though. Seems like the front end is a bit crunched up." Chet quickly assessed the situation and tried to comfort the stranger as best as he could.

"I think I'm basically fine. I'm pretty tough actually. I'm going to open up the door and check out the truck though. I work on cars for a living, so this shouldn't be too much of a problem for me." The raccoon pulled on the handle and pushed the door open with a bit of a metallic creaking sound. Chet had stepped back far enough as he held the door open for the stranger to get out. He watched the raccoon survey the front end of the truck. He sighed and churrrred to himself, shaking his head. He grunted and shoved the driver's side door closed with a slam, swishing his bushy ringed tail back and forth.

"I don't suppose you have a forklift or tow truck at your place, do you pony?"

"No, I don't have any of those things. Why? What did you need those for?" Chet asked innocently enough. The masked stranger grinned at the innocence from the muscular horse.

"Well, I would imagine that's the only way I'm going to get this thing out of this ditch. I have roadside assistance though. It'll just take them a little while to get here. Good thing I'm not in any hurry."

Chet looked at the raccoon a bit sheepishly, then shuffled his hoof softly on the side of the road. "I can help you probably get the truck out of the ditch at least. It's the least I can do to help out. You can call the service from the house then."

"I see you have a tractor over there. It can probably do the trick after all. Good idea. Got some chains to pull the truck out? There are strong tow hooks on the front and the back of this truck." The raccoon looked back at the taller stallion, who appeared now to be blushing rather notably. He wondered why the huge horse was blushing at the idea of using the tractor to pull the truck out. Nevertheless, without waiting for the stallion to agree, the raccoon started walking over to the tractor at the entrance of the driveway. He stopped in his tracks as he heard a soft creaking and groaning sound from behind him. He turned to see the stallion bent down slightly, but lifting the entire side of his truck up with both arms. Sliding his forearms further under the chassis, the mighty horse angled the whole truck higher and then lifted the entire mass right off the ground, higher and higher out of the ditch. Looking over the edge of the door frame, the massively strong stallion walked back to the wagon with the truck bobbing slightly with each step. The raccoon thumped the ground lightly with his tail as he watched in awe, churrling softly to himself at the feat that now reminded him of why he went off the road in the first place.

"Gods, what impossible strength." He muttered softly to himself, quietly enough that Chet couldn't hear this time. Chet lifted the truck higher and pushed the wheels further onto the wagon where the boulders had been just shortly before. With a light brushing of his head, he turned back to the raccoon and then blushed instantly again at seeing the reaction. The raccoon's jaw was still dropped open wide; the awe was plainly written in his eyes, too.

"Sorry if that freaked you out too much. I just wanted to help."

"Help, you did indeed. I've never seen such a show of strength."

Chet blushed deeper, and then offered, "You must have actually seen what I was doing when you drove past. I have a feeling that's probably what caused the accident in the first place."

"I'll admit I happened to take notice of that perfect rump of yours as it was lowering that massive boulder to the ground. Impressive! My name's Golga, by the way." The raccoon suddenly realized that they hadn't been introduced to each other yet.

"Chet." The stallion offered his hand slowly. There was something about this raccoon that almost looked predatory. He couldn't quite place it though, but he was always cautious about meeting new people.

Golga reached forward and took a firm grip from his own strong paw, but Chet's strength gripped his paw just that little bit harder. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely a strong shake. "You've got quite a hand shake, Chet, but then I guess it goes without saying. I think I've seen you before, now that I think about it."

Chet's ears perked straight up again. "Where have you seen me before?"

"I think it was you that I saw working out with a rather huge arctic fox and a wolf at the gym. I didn't say hi at the time, but, you guys were having quite a nice show of strength with the weights. If I remember correctly, you managed to bench press 16,000 pounds." Golga murrred thinking back to the sight of the stallion lifting so much weight. "So it's no wonder that you can lift my whole truck. It's only a few thousand pounds."

"Well, I don't like to show off my strength too much in public. I don't handle the attention too well. Also, I don't want to make others feel uncomfortable."

"The only way you're making me uncomfortable is by making me aroused, in all honestly, Chet. Your strength is a definite turn on. Sorry if I'm being too forward though. I don't think I'll be able to hide my feelings for too much longer. And the fact that you're rather shy at the same time, well, that's another thing that makes you even more attractive. Don't worry, pony. I'll keep myself under control." Chet started to look quite nervous at how open and blunt the raccoon was.

"Well, you don't mix words too much, do you?"

"Nope. NO sense in creating misunderstandings with cryptic speech." He grinned warmly, but the sharp teeth made Chet look a bit nervous again. Golga quickly shut his lips covering up the sharp teeth.

"Well, let's get the wagon back down the driveway to the house, and you can call your roadside assistance." Chet hopped up on the tractor, while Golga sat up on the trailer watching the truck to make sure it didn't move too much. They made their way back up to the house. Chet carefully slowed the tractor and brought it to a stop. The truck bounced a little bit, but stayed securely on the trailer. Golga hopped down to the ground and looked up at the full-sized truck on the flat bed trailer. He looked over to Chet and gave another playful grin.

"Looks like you might still have one more thing to help me out with, pony. I know I won't be able to get this thing off the trailer."

Chet once again gave a soft blush, but carefully looked over Golga's well-muscled body. "You look like you're really strong though. And based on that handshake earlier, you are definitely quite strong."

"I'm pretty strong, yes. But there are so many things that are against me with this scenario. Not the least of which is the sheer height involved. Besides, you put it up there, so surely it won't be that much of a task for you to get it down again. And, be gentle." Golga churrrrled softly and gave an innocent smile this time.

"I suppose you're right." Chet grudgingly admitted the raccoon had a point. He stepped up to the side of the trailer and slid his hands under the body of the truck. With a soft grunt, Chet's triceps flexed and bunched into shredded iron hard horseshoe-shaped muscles and the truck lifted higher. Chet stepped back from the trailer and lowered the truck carefully, setting it down on the ground after shifting the tons a few times. He stood back up and gave a soft nicker, and backed away from the truck. "All safe and sound and ready for your roadside assistance to tow it to the shop."

Golga nodded slowly and then hesitated for a moment. The silence fell upon both of them heavily. Chet nickered softly and broke the tension just enough. Golga once again looked over Chet's physique and churrled slightly. He stepped forward and offered his hand, thanking Chet for all the help, and the displays.

"I'm definitely going to have to come and see you again. Maybe we can have fun under less unfortunate circumstances." Golga smiled warmly, showing that he was not at all upset about the damage to his truck.

"I'm really sorry for being responsible for this. I'll try to keep myself hidden better in the future." Chet once again gave a trademark blush.

"Don't do that, pony. But don't worry, I'll keep my eyes open for you, and I'll keep my hands on the wheel." He chuckled and gave Chet a friendly pat on his shoulders. They noticed the tow truck driving up the laneway shortly after.

Later in the day, Chet had just finished carving a wooden sign with his newly-named farmstead. He grinned slowly wider as he read over the name. "Little Rock Farm. I like it." He'd post it in the morning after finding a suitable sign post.

Standing in the doorway, looking out over the newly cleared field, the stallion stretched with one arm leaning against the door frame. A gentle breeze ruffled his long mane and tail. He looked down slightly and thought back to the near-tragedy with the car accident. He still felt slightly guilty for accidentally being the cause of the wreck. More importantly, he felt bad because he didn't know what to do.

"Here I am. I have this great gift of tremendous strength. Sure, I help some people some times, but most of the time, I want to keep it to myself. What if I could use my abilities to help more people? I know that Furvus uses his strength all the time on the police force, but I really don't want to be aggressive. I might end up really hurting someone, and I just want to help someone." Suddenly, Chet's eyes lit up and his ears perked straight up as he gave a squeal and whinny. He turned and started looking up numbers in the phone book.