L'amour Musculaire

Just in time for Valentine's Day, we have the latest not-gay couple furries are obsessed with, Belfort and Lupin- enjoy their tete a tete, and thanks for the support, as always!

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The crackling of burning wood in the marble fireplace only just cloaked the subtle but persistent groan of the couch set before it in the grand salon, the furniture struggling under the weight of the two enormous canines squeezed atop it. Belfort and Lupin were, in some ways, a study in contrast— Lupin was a half-wild wolf more at home in the vast, sprawling woods outside the palace grounds, with dark, shaggy fur and only a few scraps of cloth tied around the hefty bulge between his girthy legs. Belfort, meanwhile, was favored by the King, a canine of impeccable pedigree that went back to Charlemagne, and his glossy, well-brushed fur had not a single hair out of place, the band girding his well-muscled hips and sheathing his own generous, plump bulge made of rich silk.

But they were alike in one rather dramatic fashion; both of them were monstrously huge. After years of flirting and close friendship, the discovery of a competition between the two, to settle who might be the stronger, had blossomed into something deeper than either of them imagined. Sometimes, Belfort would be larger, using his court connections to get his hands on anything that might boost his strength or encourage muscle growth. Other times, Lupin, relying on his wits and skills from a rough and wild upbringing, would push through to will himself stronger. The contest had been going on between them had lingered for years, without any clear victor— each of them had forged themselves into absolute beasts that threatened to dwarf the very foundation of Versailles.

But for now, they were content to rest from their herculean efforts. Belfort was slouching on his half of the crowded couch, the sheer stone wall of his back unfurling like the King's banner, while two arms more powerful than cannons sprawled over the back of the couch, his swollen biceps large and round as carriage wheels. Between the yawning cleft of his overgrown pecs, his red silk collar dipped into the plunging crevice, nearly burying his gold badge. Meanwhile, Lupin was sprawled across his space, seemingly determined to squeeze as much of his own prodigious bulk into the limited space given him as possible. The result were swollen mounds of muscle pressing and squeezing against one another, like the trunk-thick brawn of his thigh mashed against his nearly spherical sculpted calves, or the hefty vambrace of his forearm slamming against his boulder bicep, which in turn collided against the cliff-face of his chest. One of his massively roped arms was draped over Belfort's lap, girthy as a pair of wine kegs stacked against one another.

There was a lull in the gentle teasing and flirtatious banter while Lupin swirled his glass of champagne Belfort had generously opened for their little rendezvous. "Well, my dear Lupin, I think it's time one of us concedes."

"Mm, I couldn't agree more, Belfort," Lupin grinned tightly, downing his drink. "I'm glad you came to your senses so quickly this time around. Last time I out-weighed you, you wouldn't concede for almost a week."

Belfort scoffed lightly. "Oh, dearest one, I think you'll find I have you beat this time around." He curled his arm, the anvil-sized mass of his triceps striking against the hill-like mass of his bicep. "This is solid as marble. Feel for yourself."

Lupin's hand reached up to palm the peak of Belfort's arm, and with a quick flex, the wolf's fingers were forced apart by the sheer, unrelenting force of the refined canine's brawn.

"Oh, to be sure, to be sure," Lupin nodded, cupping Belfort's tricep to kiss at the base of his bicep. "But you were always one to overlook the core and torso." He thumped the flourishing mass of his chest, making one bloated, shield-sized pec bounce, ruffling the thick tuft of fur between the cleft of his chest. "I invite you to explore this for yourself and tell me it is not the finest chest in all of France."

"Mm, tempting as that is," Belfort shifted his mammoth weight, his snout slipping into crevice between Lupin's chest, where it had been found many times before. "It still doesn't determine things for certain."

"I quite agree," Lupin replied, a growl slipping into his voice, and resonating deep in his musclebound chest. His grip grew tighter on Belfort, arms locking against each other as boulder biceps ground against each other. "I think some sort of contest of arms is necessary to settle this… some night time wrestling ought to do the trick, don't you think?"

Belfort grinned wide as each of the titanic canines wrapped around the other, their chests colliding like mounted knights charging one another in the joust, their thickly roped arms entangled against one another. Sets of cobblestone abs pressed against one another as if they were forming a wall with their bodies, and as Lupin brought his full weight to bear atop Belfort, their increasingly hard bulges pressed tightly against one another, testing the decency of both the wolf and the spaniel. 

"Ah, I see," Belfort said a bit breathlessly, the pressure of the massive wolf's weight making his own muscles tighten as his monumental body leapt to life, every muscle beginning to tighten and tense in anticipation for the spirited contest to come. "Well, we're going to be at this for quite some time… we want to get this right, don't we, my dear Lupin?" the well-groomed beast rumbled, one thick finger tapping the wolf's nose.

"Oh, absolutely," Lupin said emphatically, that growl growing stronger with the rest of him. He could feel the sheer brawn in Belfort's body pushing back against him— with a bit of a flex, he just might lift the wolf off his feet by virtue of his puffed-up chest alone— but Lupin was not going to make it easy for him, pinning his arms down as the couch groaned ominously. "We'll have to keep at this over and over again until you admit I'm stronger."

"Then you will be at this a very long time," Belfort quipped, waggling his eyebrow.

"Oh well," Lupin stole a kiss, while his clawed fingers were already tearing at the silk bands girded around Belfort's waist. "Challenge accepted."