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Surpassing Greatness

Caleb sat in his apartment’s living room, papers stacked on the coffee table with books littered around his feet, his backpack spilled on the floor with various assignments. The young sabertooth was studying for his class tomorrow and he needed to be done with this chapter before then. Freshmen year was over and his sophomore year was ramping up. He was in the introductory classes designed to weed out the weak while they still had time to change majors.

He couldn’t focus, but not because he didn’t understand the content. He had told his best friend and roommate he wanted to talk to him when he got back from his run. Mark was a freak of nature, a wolf who won the genetic lottery. He wasn’t just blessed once, no, the blessings kept on coming as he continued to hit growth spurt after growth spurt. Even when the two graduated from high school together the wolf’s hands and foot paws were still too large for him, showing he had plenty of growth still ready to burst. He still hasn’t fully grown into his paws now that he was eleven feet tall, and Caleb on the other hand plateaued at six feet.

It was this disparity in size that Caleb wanted to discuss with his friend. Mark had been a titan all their lives, a practical god amongst men who lorded over all who were shorter. Not to say he was a bad person, he was just better than everyone at everything he tried. Caleb couldn’t help but think back to when the two of them were in wrestling together and how his friend dominated the mat, literally and figuratively.

Even with the largest singlet, Mark’s massive pecs still shoved out the top fully exposed, his brown chest hair making his cleavage darker. Even in high school he was a hairy beast. His lats forced the straps to spread wider, his powerful delts and shoulders feasting on that straps that tried to dig into him to find purchase for the rest of his singlet, but the most harrowing thing was what hung between his legs. Mark refused to wear a cup while wrestling. His singlet pushed forward and away from his abs from the weight of that mighty package. Every contour of that sheath and fuzzy nuts emasculated every one of his opponents. Those testosterone factories were more powerful than any growth hormone or steroid, and that rod was always slightly hard, the cock tip forming a tapered nub that looked like the point of a traffic cone was trying to break out of his sheath.

When the two got to college, the wolf hit a second growth spurt and shot up to eleven feet tall. His massive body growing so much that he couldn’t determine the growing pains from muscle fatigue. Picking up dudes and chicks was almost as easy as breathing for the wolf. His chest hair was thick yet trimmed, his ashen gray coat was full and lush and yet still showed the contours of his muscles with ease. His manly beard was tight against his muzzle, groomed with years of experience to accentuate his powerful jaw.

So, when the next largest guy was a six foot, saber toothed kitten, it was easy for Mark to show just how superior he was in every sense of the word. Though, there was one thing that Caleb had over Mark. The sabertooth had the spark of magic. When his stripes started to really come in, the magic marks manifested as small rings. His stripes were handsomely symmetrical and several had breaks on them that formed circular rings that revealed the golden yellow fur beneath. It was this one difference that was the focus of Caleb’s distractions.

Before the sabertooth could waste any more time developing his pitch to his friend, the door to their apartment flung open. The hulking Adonis stooped down and shimmied in sideways to enter, his bulk too wide for him to enter most doors without doing a deep squat. That muscle god looked more like a man in his mid-twenties than a nineteen year old. A god in his prime with plenty more years of growth to go. No one believed him when he said he was only a sophomore. Who could blame them when he looked like he could simultaneously be on the cover of a men’s health magazine and the center fold of some dirty muscle mag.

“Yo! Caleb! I’m back,” Mark’s deep voice bellowed from the entryway.

“I’m in here,” Caleb called back. Mark quickly found the sabertooth balled up on the couch. Despite the laughable disparity in size between the two friends, Caleb wasn’t a wimp. The only person that came close to Mark in most things was his sabertooth broski. The tiger’s sculpted body sat on the couch, his reading glasses propped up on his nose as he wore nothing but a pair of athletic shorts that were practically painted onto his teardrop thighs. Arms sculpted with years of dedication. His thick chest was the envy of the gym, sculpted and defined with rippling power. At least he was the envy of the gym until Mark came out of the locker room and unintentionally stole the spotlight.

But it was that singular moment that Caleb felt more gratification than he had in years.

“So, what did you want to talk about, nerd!” Mark elbowed his sabertooth friend, Caleb jostling a little at the massive wolf’s strength.

“Not all of us just memorize shit like you do Mark,” Caleb rolled his eyes, the sabertooth lounging on their ratty couch. “Some of us have to actually study.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever nerd,” Mark joked again, putting his hands behind his head and falling back onto the couch. The beastly eleven foot wolf making the frame of the couch creak and crack as he lounged on it. “You said you wanted to discuss some shit?” Mark concluded his thought by kicking his massive foot paws up on the coffee table.

“Careful you freak of nature,” Caleb backhanded Mark’s thigh as he sat on the far end of the couch, his one couch cushion enough to hold him while his best friend’s ass took up almost two full spots. The big wolf was wearing a similar pair of athletic shorts, and he looked like he was about to burst out of them. They were basically just posers with how much space his redwood thighs and bitch breaking package took up. “You keep doing that and you’ll fucking break it.”

“Oh come on dude,” Mark lifted one of his legs and put his foot on Caleb’s knee, gently nudging it with his massive toes. “It’s all my furniture anyway. Why do you give a shit if I break my own stuff?”

“Because,” Caleb had to take a moment to collect himself as he looked at his friends massive foot paw. Those digits were fucking massive. Each toe was like three of his own put together and each were tipped with a menacing claw that looked more fitting for a raptor than a wolf. “Because I’d like someplace to sit besides a destroyed mass of fluff and springs.”

“Whatever man,” Mark smirked and moved his foot back, the light musky smell of that foot fading as he did so. The spot where those toes touched felt warm and maybe a little damp. “You wanted to talk about something before I went on my run?”

“Yeah,” Caleb set down his reading glasses as he leaned back and mirrored Marks stance, kicking his own foot paws up onto the coffee table. “I wanted to talk to you about something I found in some of my magic texts.”

“Yeah?” Mark smirked, his green eyes locking in on Caleb’s blue ones. “What about it? You know I ain’t got the spark, so you must have something you wanted to show me, not something you wanted me to do.”

“Yes and no,” Caleb pursed his lips into a thin line, his fangs glinting like blades in the lowlight. “I need you to make it work, at least with the way I want to do it.”

“Well, fucking spit it out already,” Mark chuckled.

“Well…you remember how you fucked my boyfriend back in high school?”

“Witch one?” Mark furrowed his brow.

“Exactly,” Caleb frowned before shaking his head and focusing back on the wolf. “You always gaped them before I even got a chance to really do anything.”

“Come on dude, you forgave me for that shit, right?” Mark ran his fingers through his hair, reactivating the gel and keeping it in his stylish up do. “Besides, wasn’t it like some test? If I could get them to cheat on you, then they were going to cheat no matter what. I was saving you from getting in the sack with some cheating skank. You still had some breakup sex anyway, what’s the big deal.”

“Yeah, I know,” Caleb sighed. “Dude, I’m not mad. We share fucking everything. The problem though is that I’ve always come second.”

“What do you mean?” Mark’s brow furrowed, putting his hands in his lap, those monstrous lats and triceps relaxing just to give definition to his biceps.

“What I mean is…I’ve always been the one to just sort of pick up your scraps or take what you didn’t want. Dude, it’s embarrassing.”

“Dude, I can’t help it if people throw themselves at me,” Mark shrugged, his delts flexing with the motion.

“But you could have at least turned them down. Look, dude, I don’t want to sound like I’m mad or anything. We’re best bros for life. Always have been, and always will be, but I’ve always been second draft compared to you.”

“Come on, you’re a fucking catch dude!” Mark smirked, this thick beard not breaking to show the ashy brown of his fur beneath. “You’ll make someone fucking stoked to be your mate and shit. You’re the second place state champ in wrestling-”

“Yeah, because you took first,” Caleb groaned. “Dude, just listen. Every time we’ve done something, you’ve been better. You’ve always been the one to outdo me in everything. Not that I really care that much, but it gets…well, fucking exhausting when you can’t ever be first.”

“You got me beat with magic, dude.” Mark tried to cheer his friend up. “I don’t got the spark, but it’s in you.”

“Yeah, just one thing I’m better at than you by default,” Caleb sighed. “Dude, I don’t want to bring down the mood or whatever, and I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but you’ve been the biggest fucking cock block. I mean, whenever we go out somewhere, people don’t even fucking notice me until after they trip over your fucking dick!”

“I mean, yeah.” Mark gave a little chuckle while he scratched the watermelon melon sized nuts in his athletic shorts, the very act causing his musk to tinge the air. “I am pretty intimidating.”

“The point I’m trying to get at is, well, you kind of owe me…maybe?” Caleb sighed. “Look, I’m not asking you to do much. I found a spell that’ll transfer essence from one of us to the other, and it would only be temporary.”

“Hey, Caleb, dude, bro,” Mark sat up and put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “What is it?”

Caleb’s cheeks burned a bit. Looking up at that massive wolf, his best friend, was so warm and inviting.

“I want you to give me some of your size,” Caleb answered truthfully. “Like I said, it’s only temporary, completely reversible. I just want to know what it feels like to be a bit bigger. I just feel like a toddler around you half the time. I mean, we had to get a place with a vaulted ceiling so you could fucking stand! You’re eleven feet tall for fucks sake. I just want to borrow some of it. You won’t even know it’s missing, and you owe me for not being pissy about my shitty exes and…”

“Caleb,” Mark forced Caleb to look him in the eye, both of the wolf’s massive hands were on Caleb’s shoulders. Those massive hands were like his foot paws, just ever so slightly too big, showing he had even more growing to do, the blessed bastard.

But Mark used his stern voice to stop Caleb from rambling.

“Mi muscle es su muscle,” Mark gestured his massive hand between the two of them before lightly smacking the back of his hand against his friend’s pecs. “You don’t need to convince me dude. I’m taller than anyone, so I don’t care if you scrape a few inches off the top. It might be nice not to have to squat to get through doorways.”

“Are…are you sure dude?” Caleb’s eyes grew wide, those large kitten eyes focusing on Mark with a whole new light. All that size and muscle…he could have a taste, a little bit of that greatness.

“Dude, you’re kind of right about the whole ‘being number two’ thing,” Mark sighed. “I actually was worried you secretly fucking hated me or something.”

“Mark, no dude, I didn’t mean it to come off that way,” Caleb dismissed the thought with a rapid shake of his head and wave of his hands.

“Dude,” Mark’s expression softened as he started to lean back, his abs crunching effortlessly as he used them to gently set himself back down on the couch. “Don’t sweat it. Just relax. Did you really think I’d say no?”

“I mean…you’ve lorded your size over me forever…I didn’t think you’d want to give any of it up.”

“Nah, you’re right. You’ve been number two for so long I could practically call you shit-lord. I think it’s time you’ve had a chance to be the golden boy.”

“Dude, you’re fucking gross!” Caleb smacked his friend’s thigh and stood up while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you got to take shit so far.”

“Lighten up dude,” Mark chuckled, his feet kicking back up on the coffee table, those menacing claws flexing and tainting the air with the smell of alpha male. “I said yes, so let’s fucking do this. What do I have to do?”

“Well…this is actually where things get kind of…well…I don’t know. Awkward?”

“Stop being a cagey little bitch and just spit it out,” Mark rolled his eyes.

“Okay, well…the spell requires the one giving the essence to find…release at the hand of the receiver.”

“What? Like you gunna rub my feet or something?” Mark wiggled his monstrous paws as if to mock him.

“No…” Caleb’s tail twitched behind him nervously. “I’ve got to…um…”

“Fucking spit it out or I’m out,” Mark lifted his hands up.

“I have to get you off,” Caleb spoke so quickly that Mark almost didn’t catch it.

The wolf was frozen, but the sudden twitch of that shaft told Caleb what the wolf was going to do. A sly grin played across the wolf’s muzzle as he licked his chops.

“Dude, if you wanted to fucking blow me, you don’t need to make up some stupid excuse. Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve helped a bro out.” Mark lifted his fingers and made a “V” over his lips and licked between his fingers.

“Dude, that was one time, and you were balls deep in some chick,” Caleb’s voice broke and his cheeks burned.

“Dude, I’m just playin’,” Mark put his foot on the coffee table and pushed it effortlessly to the side so it would swing away, leaving his body fully exposed for the sabertooth. “Don’t turn into a prude now.”

“Are…are you serious? You want to do it now?”