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Master Mark

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Quintin shrugged his gym bag up on his cannonball shoulder, the timber wolf’s massive physique was fully in display. His cutoff shirt he wore at the gym was reduced to a dirty sweat rag he had shoved into the back of his shorts to hang out over his sculpted ass. He was easily six foot two and a paragon of man. His pecs pushed out into delicious mounds that made the bitches he fucked jealous, his abs a washboard designed by the gods, and he frequently referred to his arms as the Himalayas with the double peaks each one sported.

Yeah, Quin was a beast and he loved it. Not only was he a naturally large breed of anthro, but his family was loaded. It also didn’t hurt that he had a nice kit he was on too that made packing on the muscle near effortless. Yeah, in a world where size was everything, Quin had it all. Sure, there were other guys out there, dragons and ocean mammals that outsized him, but that’s just the way it was. There was always going to be someone bigger, but as long as you were the biggest, you were in charge until someone bigger came along.

And Quin loved being in charge.

“Hey, out of the way,” Quin boomed to a crowd of people waiting for the buss. He could have gone around, but it wasn’t his job to go out of his way, it was everyone else’s. Sure enough all the poor bitches that rode the public transit parted like the Red Sea before the might of their messiah.

“Thanks!” Quin didn’t look back, but he waved. He was still a nice guy. After all, he did a lot of charity for the poor and weak little shits of the world. If anything to piss off his parents really. Quin didn’t mind authority, but he hated being told what he couldn’t do. So when the opportunity arose to hang out with humans, he took it. His parents were mortified that their powerful and strong son would ever associate with such lowlife trash, but Quin loved it.

Humans were cute little things to Quin, little harmless creatures that couldn’t amount to more than a bus boy, or a gym jockey for a real alpha. They practically worshiped the ground he stepped on, and the way they drooled over his money was like having a bottomless treat bowl to get them to do whatever he wanted.

Except Mark.

Quin groaned as he reached his unit, a little townhome he was able to afford quit easily without raising suspicions to the rents about where the money was going. As far as they knew “Kingsfield Ln” was a night club they never wanted to be associated with. It was in the heart of some human developments, and he loved it. Plenty of humans to order around and bang into his mattress, and when he brought a proper bitch home, they practically offered to drive her home for him. He even thought renting with a human would be kind of fun, but turns out, not all humans are made equal.

Quin entered his unit and his sensitive anthro nose caught the thick smell of weed before he even opened the door. The half smoked bowl on the coffee table was evident of exactly what the source was, and the game on the TV was paused during some cutscene where a big titty anime lady was doing a back flip and giving the viewer a perfect shot of her milky, digital, melons. Crinkled up wrappers of various junk foods and instant dinners littered the ground and counters. Dirty blenders and shakers were lining the sink where the spilled excess from Quin’s morning mix was slowly drying.

“MAAAARK!” Quin shouted as he closed the door.

A flush from the bathroom alerted Quin where his human was. Quin crossed his colossal arms and tapped his foot paw waiting for the little Neanderthal to come out. Eventually the door opened and Mark shuffled his way out. The human was the exact opposite of Mark in every way. The short human barely came up to Quin’s pecs, and the baggy shirt he wore hung off his scrawny fame. His bloodshot eyes were hidden behind a thick pair of glasses. His caramel skin was ashy and his hair dark and shaggy.

“What?” Mark answered, his speech slowed but not slurred from the obvious high he was coming off of.

“I told you to clean this place before I got back,” Quin growled, slapping his sweaty gym shirt on the floor and tossing his gym bag onto the coffee table. “Seriously, did you just smoke a bowl and call it a fucking day? Aren’t you humans supposed to be, like, great workers or something?”

Mark slowly blinked and then shrugged.

“Whatever man,” the human grumbled. “Sorry, or whatever.”

“Did you even send in your check for rent money?” Quin glared at Mark, expecting him to buckle under his greatness. He was a stubborn human, or just too stupid to know when his betters were talking to him.

Mark looked at Quin, his eyes slowly going wide.

“Oh shit! I totally forgot man! Can you like, spot me or something?”

Quin pinched the bridge of his muzzle in frustration. Not only was it murder trying to wait for Mark to spit out a thought anyone would have had thirty seconds before, but the fact it wasn’t what Quin wanted to hear too was sending him.

“You know what, it’s fine,” Quin huffed and pulled out his phone, the screen slick from being in his humid pocket. “I’ll just pay for us both.”

The wolf punched a few buttons and sent off the funds.

“Yo, thanks man,” Mark said in a surprisingly swift manner. At first Quintin thought that maybe Mark was fucking with him, but his eyes were still bloodshot, just a little more focused than before. Maybe he was just perking up.

“Don’t make a habit of it,” Quin rolled his eyes. “Now pick this place up.”

“Sure, sure,” Mark nodded and grabbed his controller. “After I finish this battle I’ll come help.”

Quin glared at his roommate as he kicked his feet up, his dirty tube socks sagging on his lanky legs. The wolf just grunted and went to work cleaning up himself. He started with his own shakers and blender set, focusing on his own mess, but as soon as he was done with his own, he felt the momentum to keep going. By the time Mark finished his game and was getting up, all he needed to do was dump out the old ashes from his bowl and light a candle to cover up the stench of his skunk weed.

Quin didn’t have anything against humans, he like them, but Mark just rubbed him the wrong way. It was like he just didn’t understand how the world worked. The next day he showed some initiative by saying he would go grocery shopping for him if he gave him a few hundos. Quin gave him five and went to do his workout. When he came back Mark was sitting on the couch with a single bag of groceries on the coffee table, a fresh bag of weed, and a new haircut. It was a nice side fade with an updo, something that Quin was thinking to get himself at some point.

“Dude, what the hell,” Quin grabbed the bag. It had protein powder, peanut butter, and a loaf of bread.

“What?” Mark shrugged with an unlit dooby in the corner of his mouth. “I got you groceries, didn’t I? Can’t be mad that a dumb human can only get you a few things. Besides, dogs love peanut butter, don’t they?”

“Dude, that’s not the point,” Quin huffed and went to the kitchen to put the stuff away. “I need meat to fuel my muscles and growth. You don’t just get a body like this.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you work really hard on your body,” Mark said as he sparked up with one hand as he loaded into the next round of COD. “So who’s the shot caller?”

Quin just rolled his eyes and went upstairs. He didn’t have the energy to deal with Mark. The next day the little hairless ape had the balls to ask him for more money.

“Dude, can you give me some money to join your gym?” Mark asked him wearing a baggy tank top and athletic shorts. “I was thinking I should really start taking my health seriously.”

“You seriously need to stop smoking so much,” Quin shot back lounging on his couch. “Nah, I’m not going to give you money, but I will buy your membership for the month.”

Quin took out his phone and signed up his roommate, the money for the membership coming off his card.

“Hells yeah man,” Mark smacked Quin’s shoulder. “I’m pumped to get started. You want to come with me?”

“Nah, I already did my work out for the day,” Quin took the controller and shifted to a different show. “You go ahead without me.”

“Hey, do you think I need some new shoes or something for the gym? Maybe some protein powder and stuff?” Mark seemed pumped and more focused than ever. Quin didn’t want his little roomie to fall back into being a bum, so he decided to help.

“How about this,” Quin pulled out his phone and started texting, his thumb claws clicking against the screen. “My buddy at the gym loves starting people out. He’s a personal trainer and he can show you the ropes. I’ll pay for your first session this afternoon and you can make a shake form what I have in the kitchen. Sound like a plan?” Quin finished by sending the money over and Mark gave a little grunt.

“Fuck yeah dude!” Mark punched his fist in the air, his hairy pit exposed. Quin cocked a brow. He looked like he was already packing on some muscle. Must be all the odd errands he’s been doing for him. He never got any change back, but he didn’t really care so long as his clothes were clean and the fridge stocked. Well…mostly stocked.

“Yeah, go nuts,” Quin smiled, feeling a sense of superiority at helping his little roomie out. “Just be sure to start paying for your own shit soon.”

Mark made himself a protein shake and borrowed Mark’s duffle bag to take to the gym. He was gone for a few hours and Quin’s buddy at the gym said they had a great session, so he knew he was at the gym, but he wasn’t expecting what happened when he came back.

“Fuck yeah dude!” Mark came into the apartment with a bit of swagger, his lean muscle pumped from his workout. “I see why you love this kit! I feel fucking amazing! This how you feel all the time?”

“Wait, you used my kit?” Quin sat up on the couch. “Dude! What the fuck! That shit is expensive.”

“Come on Quin,” Mark waived him off. “Not like you really need it. You’re huge already. Besides, you got money for days. God, I feel like I could fight a bear.”

Quin wanted to fight about it more, but he also didn’t want to discourage Mark from going to the gym and getting his life together. So he simply huffed and sat back down on the couch. Mark could use his kit if he wanted to. Like he said, he needed it more.

“Oh shit, that’s the good stuff, look at that,” Mark lifted his arm and flexed, a little ball of muscle coming up. He was like a teen going through puberty, finally realizing he could be sexy. “Fuck, scoot over. I promised my squad I’d be shot caller tonight.”

“Knock yourself out dude,” Quin shifted over on the sofa to make room for Mark. He plopped down. The guy clearly hadn’t showered and he was letting his sweat soak into the couch as he booted up his game.

“Guys, you won’t believe what I started on today? A sick ass kit from my roommate. Yeah, he’s letting me get the good shit—Hey? Are you a chick? Go in the kitchen and make me a sandwich! HA!”

Quin cocked a brow but settled in to watch Mark play his game. Over the next few weeks, Mark would keep with his workout, the kit keeping him energized and motivated, and the results were insane. Sure, Quin saw some good results when he was on it, but Mark seemed to blow up. After just two weeks, he was looking like a pro swimmer and quickly working his way up to college athlete.

“Hey Quin!” Mark came up to the wolf at the gym. “I’m fucking thirsty. Spot me for a drink, and maybe a protein bar?”

“You serious dude—” Quin cut himself off as he stopped mid set to look at his little roomie. He wasn’t so little anymore. He had a nice cut jaw, a dark shadow of a beard coming in on his face, his teeth like diamonds, his dark eyes like manly coals ready to blaze into his next set. His skin dripped with sweat, his hairdo matted down, his arm hair falling in little feathery matts against the thick veins on his arms. His dark nipples poked out from his cutoff and his obliques and lats peaked out from his shirt. He had his hands on his hips, his pit hair matted.

“I mean…sure…” Quin had never felt so…okay with giving Mark money. It felt…right? He was growing fast and showing up even some of the smaller anthros at the gym. Mark pulled his wallet out of his pocket and snagged a few bills and handed them over. For a brief moment their thumbs touched as Mark took the cash, the veins on his muscles pulsing as he did so. Quin blinked, his heart skipping a beat as Mark took his money back over to a group of guys. Quin didn’t hear much, but he saw a sly grin on Mark’s face and the word “chump” was thrown around. Maybe he heard it wrong, but when he looked at his hand, he could still feel Mark’s fingers on his, the way they were so strong and confident.

When Quin went to leave he couldn’t find Mark. At least he couldn’t see him. He heard him though in the locker showers. As Quin left he could see two sets of feet beneath a shower stall and the rhythmic slapping of wet hips. One set of feet were the dark skinned, furless ones of a human and the other were the proud foot paws of a lion.

“Oh god yes,” the hushed voices of someone not wanting to get caught came from that stall. “Oh fuck yes. You’re so fucking big. I’ll get you all the free protein powder and fucking energy bars you want. Just keep fucking me.”

“And you’ll keep supplying me with the good shit?”

“Yes, whatever you want. I’ll give you the good kit, not that shit one I pawned off on Mark.”

“That’s a good fucking fleabag faggot. Who’s the superior species now.”

“Oh god you, your dick is so much bigger than Marks, holy shit I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.”

Quin knew that voice! It was his gym buddy he set Mark up with when he started. The wolf decided to simply leave, his own prestigious boner twitching to life in his pants. It wasn’t his concern what Mark did in his free time, or what a gym locker, cruising slut said in the throes of passion. Though he did hear something Mark whisper harshly as he left.

“Take my cum you filthy furry back!”

Now that was some seriously colorful language. The last time a furless ape tried to pull the “furry back” slur on him, the little shit needed to be scraped out of the gutter. Was he seriously making toe paws curl with that shit?

The thought of a human breeding an anthro was dirty in its own right, but was Mark wearing a condom? Quin doubted it. He would have mooched some cash off him if he did. Maybe he should just offer it so he doesn’t end up knocking someone up?

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