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Crystal cursed under her breath; she had stayed way too late at the gym, again. It was late into the night, and just to get home, the golden retriever hopped the fence of the now closed local park, her usual shortcut when her workouts went too long. Pumping herself up, she pushed through the dark, unlit paths with a jog, telling herself it was a cool-down from the workout. To see her move was quite a sight; she was a titanic canine, every inch rippling with muscle under her glossy coat. Her engorged thighs rolled off each other as she pounded down the pavement, her thickly roped arms pumping like pistons, and her noticeably prosperous chest bounced rhythmically, making Crystal think it might be time for a better sports bra.

She was trying very hard, honestly, not to let the shadowy park get to her. With her size and strength, she had little to fear about walking around at night. But even then, the snapping of twigs and rustling of branches, even when there wasn’t any wind, made the fur on the back of her thick neck stand on end. She gasped when she saw the flicker of glowing eyes, losing her gait. When she looked back, they were gone.

“C’mon, Crystal, c’mon,” she muttered, grabbing her phone. She would call one of her friends, just to keep calm. She resumed her jog, but at a noticeably faster pace as she held her phone to her ear. The ringtone quickly died, and her phone’s connection was lost. “Damn it.”

There was a low growl behind her that made the huge canine stop in her tracks. She shivered for a quick moment, then shook her head, gritting her teeth and frowning as she turned around. She stomped her foot on the pavement, tensing her arms so her mountainous shoulders and meaty biceps tensed and bulged. “Stop fucking with me, whoever you are! I don’t want a fight, but if you push me, I’ll put you in the ground!”

A hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. “Hey, sweetheart—”

Crystal screamed, turning on her heel as she wound back her arm, landing one of her more practiced punches. Her fist connected with a face, and the person who approached her was knocked clear off his feet. Crystal’s heart was beating rapidly, and when she looked down, she saw an admittedly huge man in a park ranger’s uniform sprawled on the pavement.

“Jesus Christ, lady!” he blurted out, a hand over his eye. “What’re you packin’ there, a friggin’ battering ram?”

Crystal gasped, her hand going to her mouth. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she reached down, pulling the park ranger to his feet. “There was this creep following me, and I… woof.”

Despite her build, Crystal could definitely appreciate a strong man, and the ranger in front of her ticked all of her boxes. He was about half a foot taller than her, and filled out his uniform and all the right ways. The buttons on his shirt were strained to the point of bursting as they traversed across the crest of his cliff-like pecs that were about eye level with Crystal, and the cloth was stretched to their limit over his mountainous, rippling arms, stretching his grey pelt streaked with blond stripes. He was a rodent, at first glance, but his handsome face had some noticeably feline features, topped with a full pomp of blond hair. His golden eyes shimmered as he looked Crystal over. 

“Heeey… don’t I know you?” He snapped his fingers. “Yeah, yeah. Ms. Universe 2016, right?” He grinned, offering his hand. “I’m Victor. Speaking as someone who used to be on the circuit, you were fuckin’ robbed last year. That, ah, O’ Hara chick who won? She was, what, a third your size? And she didn’t have your, ah, statuesque proportions.”

Crystal’s tail was wagging slightly, but she cleared her throat. “Oh, well, thanks. You’re an… impressive looking guy yourself.” She lightly punched his arm, then her smile faltered when she saw Victor’s right eye had gone to a swollen black eye. “I- I am so sorry about the… yeah.” She shook her head. “What about you take your best shot at me? Trust me, I can take it.”

Victor laughed, shaking his head. “I appreciate that, Goldie, but I’m old-fashioned. Besides, it’s not the first time I took a punch. Met some of my best friends that way.” He held up his arm and cocked his head, his cheek brushing against his mountainous shoulder. “How about I escort you to the other side, and you join me for a coffee after my shift in an hour, then we’ll call it even? My treat.”

“Tch, please,” Crystal scoffed, but did wrap her hands around Victor’s arm, testing it. It was rock hard, just like hers, as their biceps jostled each other. “I’m paying.”

The tigrat grinned. “You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll take it.”

Crystal felt better about the park as the tigrat led her to the other side, but something was nagging her as she let go of Victor’s arm. Since when did a local park have rangers guarding it at night?

“So… how long have you been working as a Park Ranger? I’ve been coming here for years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you, and trust me,” Crystal bumped Victor’s arm, winking at him. “I wouldn’t forget you.”

“Oh, y’know, just a few months, now. I like working the night shifts. My last shift was, ah, two days ago, Wednesday night.”

“Oh, really?” Crystal crossed her arms, stopping in her tracks. “I ran through here Wednesday night. I usually cut through here all the time. Quite a coincidence I never saw you before.”

Victor’s easy-going smile slipped, and he sighed, running a hand over his hair, bicep rubbing against his cheek. “Listen, Goldie, I’m not the bad guy here, okay? Look.” He threw his thumb over his shoulder. “There’s the gate, just like I said. Let’s get you out of here, already.”

The huge canine narrowed her eyes. “Okay, so, you’re not a ranger. What’re you doing here running around in that outfit, then?”

“I actually am guarding the park,” Victor said. “I was hired by City Hall. I’m… an exterminator. I’m clearing out pests. I got a permit, if you really want to see.”

Crystal shook her head. “Look, I’m sorry, but this is just a little too sketchy for me. I’m taking a raincheck for that coffee, maybe another time, Victor.” She jogged to the gate, but as she got near, she saw the gate was barricaded. A warren of barbed wire and hastily made stakes lined the fence. “What the…?” She heard the growling again.

“Crystal!” Victor shouted, running to catch up with her. The growling was getting louder, and she swore she saw a pair of eyes glowing in the night, just as the tigrat caught up with her. “Look, I don’t have time to explain, but you gotta trust me. Just keep behind me. Alright?”

“What is that? What kind of pests are you going after, Victor?” Crystal demanded.

Victor massaged his temples. “Werewolves! Alright?” The tigrat turned to face the glowing eyes, crouching down into a fighting stance, his back spreading wide as he attempted to cover Crystal. 

“Werewolves?” Crystal hissed. She grabbed Victor’s shoulder, yanking him back up to his full height. “What the Hell are you on that you think…” her voice was stolen away as Victor snarled at her. His eyes were glowing like the embers of a fire, and his stripes rippled and shimmered like gold. He also seemed to be getting bigger, his shoulder actively expanding under the dog’s hand, forcing her fingers apart. “...Victor?”

The tigrat shrugged her off, his shirt shredding as rippling muscle surged forward. Flames flickered at his fingertips, and then a huge, black beast leapt from the shadows. Victor caught it in mid-air, throwing the beast away. He now towered over Crystal, his shirt bursting over a vast, rippling back as wide as a continent, streaks of molten gold slashing across the bulges and swells of hard muscle. 

“Holy shit!” Crystal swore, backing away until she pressed against the barricade. 

Victor tore off the remaining shreds of his cloth, and beat his chest, two huge slabs that were hard as armor. “Come on! Give me your best shot!” Victor roared, in a deep voice that was not entirely his own. Three, no, four of the black beasts were circling the tigrat, their glowing eyes and sharp fangs glowing in the moonlight. Each of them were roughly the size of Crystal, all of them burly, musclebound savages, walking on all fours like gorillas on steroids. Three went for Victor at once, but the tigrat seemed to be able to hold his own. The golden stripes streaking his hulking body began to churn like molten lava, flames licking at every part of his body as he grew even larger, able to grapple one werewolf and crush it between his diving bell of a forearm and a bicep bigger than Crystal’s waist.

But then, neither Crystal nor the possessed Victor saw the fourth werewolf leap for the amazon canine. The monster slammed into her like a truck, knocking her to the ground. She screamed in pain as the werewolf’s powerful jaws sank into her shoulder, but filled with an adrenaline rush, Crystal wound her rippling legs around the werewolf’s waist, flexing her powerful thighs until she managed to roll on top of her attacker, winding up her good arm and punching him straight in the muzzle, shattering the beast’s jaw. A rush like she had never felt before struck every fiber of her being, and an archaic instinct took hold as she turned her eyes to the full moon overhead and let out a howl.

This caught Victor off guard. In a moment of clarity, he gasped. “Crystal! Get under cover, away from the moonlight!”

But it was too late. Crystal doubled over as every part of her body ached, but at the same time, filled her with an immense energy. It was like starving and having the greatest pump of her life, at the same time. Her mouth ached as she felt her teeth grow long and sharp, claws growing from her fingertips. Her fur bristled as more and more mass had to be covered by her glossy coat, her already taut gym clothes snapping off of her like rubber bands as her massive chest surged forward, her rippling torso and thick thighs bulging, arms tensing and expanding with hard muscle. 

Between the two colossal beasts, the demonic, fiery Victor on one end, and the hulking she-wolf twice the size of their alpha, the werewolves didn’t stand a chance. Crystal, overcome with animal instinct, slashed back at them with her claws, raking their skin with each powerful swipe, her steel girder-like arms rippling with every move. Her mammoth legs, thicker than any tree trunk in the park, propelled her in the air as her quads tensed and flexed, and she hurtled down to the ground, pile driving one of the werewolves into a small crater. 

Whimpering, the remaining pack bowed their heads, tails between their legs. Victor snarled, hurtling a fireball at them that seered their fur, and ended the park’s werewolf infestation once and for all. 

Alone again, the new, golden werewolf and the demon warrior sized each other up. Bloodlust and adrenaline still coursed through their veins, and while they both had enough of a mind to recognize allies, they also both really, really wanted a good fight. The two titanic monsters collided into one another like mountains, rock-hard muscle jostling and grinding against each other. Victor grappled the she-wolf into a headlock, his fiery muscles framing her face, but Crystal dug her feet in, wrapping her arms tight around the tigrat’s waist, biceps pinching his sides, as she hoisted him up, breaking his hold and holding atop her vast, meaty shoulders, and down the broadside of a barn that was her back. Victor wriggled in her grip, and wrangled on arm free to grasp at her leg. He couldn’t fit his entire arm around her burgeoning thigh, now bigger than a monster truck tire, or even her swollen, sculpted calves, and soon Crystal slammed him into the ground, pinning him between her legs. She leered down at him, tilting to see over her own gigantic chest, her breasts pressing down on Victor. It seemed like she had won, until Victor roared, throwing her off in a burst of strength. The two went at it again, grappling until they stumbled, rolling down a hill until they hit the park’s lake. Throwing all their strength against one another, it came to a point where their willingness to fight outpaced their energy as the adrenaline rush at last faded. The night grew long and they both simply nodded off, their arms still interlocked in combat as they slipped into unconsciousness. 

Crystal woke with a start, blinking as she stared up at a new sunrise. She felt wet, and mucky, and quickly realized she was lying face down in the muddy bank of the park lake.

“Ugh!” she jumped to her feet, her head reeling from last night. As she tried to collect herself, she heard a wolf-whistle. Swerving around with a scowl, she saw Victor, leaning against a tree, and entirely naked.

A heavy blush came to her as she eyed him, every rippling muscle on his hulking bod on full display. Her eyes lingered on the one piece of Victor’s anatomy she didn’t get to see last night; if he had a girlfriend, she was a lucky girl. He smirked, winking. “Was starting to wonder if I ought to try to wake you, Goldie.” He looked her up and down, his smile growing wider. “Like I said last night, you were fucking robbed at Ms. Universe. O’ Hara’s glutes look like a deflated balloon next to yours.”

Crystal looked down and gasped, seeing that she was naked, as well. “Oh my God!” she shouted, ducking behind a bush and instinctive covering her most delicate areas with her hands. “Victor, what the Hell? Where are my clothes?”

“You shredded them, darlin’.” He held up a piece of sky blue cloth roughly the size of a handkerchief. “This was the biggest piece I could find, and I don’t think it’s going to do you much good.”

“Wait, wait, so… last night was…?”

Victor nodded. “‘Fraid so.”

Crystal’s hand instinctively went to her shoulder, where she could feel the punctured wound where she had bitten. “Oh my God…”

Victor stood, tossing her two towels, then wrapping a third one around his own waist; it only just did the job around his thick hips. “Here, knicked these from the public pool. Cover yourself up. S’the best I can do in the short term. It’s… what, five in the morning? You said you got a place nearby, right?”

“But… but I don’t understand. Am I a…?”

Victor shrugged. “Right now, yeah. But don’t worry. I work with people that deal with this sort of thing. Werewolfs’re easy to cure, that is, if you even want to.” He winked again. “You were quite a show last night.”

Crystal’s tail wagged again as she covered up as best she could. “Well… so were you. With all the…” she waggled her fingers, imitating fire.

“Heh, what can I say, I’m an impressive guy.” Victor grinned. “Look, uhm, if it’s all the same to you, I could really use some spare clothes if you got ‘em. And… maybe we can still talk about your new wolfy problem over that coffee?”

Crystal’s smile tightened, punching him in the arm. “You’ve got to be the cockiest guy I’ve met. For that, I’m putting you in my pink top that says ‘Daddy’s Little Girl.’”

“So that’s a yes?”

The retriever sized Victor up again, sidling next to him and then goosing his own pert glutes. “You got to wear the daisy dukes, too.”

“Why, Crystal. I’m starting to think you just want me in as little clothing as possible,” Victor smirked. “I’m more than just some eye-candy, you know.”

“Yeah, I do,” she returned the smirk. “But what can I say? I drive a hard bargain.”