"Eighty-one... Eighty-two... Eighty-three..."
With reach count, the fox-titan gradually lowered himself, feeling the increasing load on his arm as he remained perfectly vertical, raising his body back up to a one-handed handstand before repeating the process. Where the chill of cold mountain air, combined with the physical strain, would have left an ordinary man a broken wreck, he maintained his composure. Disrobed, wearing naught but a pair of snug-fitting breaches, his well-defined chest steadily rose and fell with each breath.
Since the day he became Volpes, he and the others who shared in his "gift" all felt it, craved it, to different degrees. Their bodies, honed to a razor's edge, needed to be used and exerted.
"...ninety-eight... nighty-nine.... one-hundred."
Switching to his other hand in preparation for his next set, the titan mused to himself. Back in his lab, all those years ago, he noticed the restlessness that befell all his animal test subjects. Rats, bunnies, snakes: Once the potion did its work, all of them would throw themselves into their little hamster wheels or slither around with increasing zeal. At the time, the foxkin who would become Volpes chalked it up to increased energy and alertness.
Now, as he continued to raise and lower his body, feeling the euphoria that came from the act, he knew otherwise. The potion had changed him, more profoundly than even he realized. Perhaps he should have been afraid that there were other side effects, yet unknown. Perhaps another man would have paused to consider whether the Magistrum's consul was right to press for further, long-term testing.
But neither of those thoughts crossed the mind of the fox-titan, continuing his set of handstand push-ups. As he smiled to himself, he could only relish the man he had become: The man he had begun to turn others into. At this moment, all that mattered was the next rep and the bliss that it left in its wake. Knowing that his followers all understood this same jubilation made the feeling all the sweeter.
There was never any room for doubt.
Thanks to
Marsel-Defender for this incredible piece. I can always trust them to give my boys the presence and power they deserve.
Please favorite their post of this piece: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46038696/
Art by
Marsel-Defender
Volpes belongs to me.
With reach count, the fox-titan gradually lowered himself, feeling the increasing load on his arm as he remained perfectly vertical, raising his body back up to a one-handed handstand before repeating the process. Where the chill of cold mountain air, combined with the physical strain, would have left an ordinary man a broken wreck, he maintained his composure. Disrobed, wearing naught but a pair of snug-fitting breaches, his well-defined chest steadily rose and fell with each breath.
Since the day he became Volpes, he and the others who shared in his "gift" all felt it, craved it, to different degrees. Their bodies, honed to a razor's edge, needed to be used and exerted.
"...ninety-eight... nighty-nine.... one-hundred."
Switching to his other hand in preparation for his next set, the titan mused to himself. Back in his lab, all those years ago, he noticed the restlessness that befell all his animal test subjects. Rats, bunnies, snakes: Once the potion did its work, all of them would throw themselves into their little hamster wheels or slither around with increasing zeal. At the time, the foxkin who would become Volpes chalked it up to increased energy and alertness.
Now, as he continued to raise and lower his body, feeling the euphoria that came from the act, he knew otherwise. The potion had changed him, more profoundly than even he realized. Perhaps he should have been afraid that there were other side effects, yet unknown. Perhaps another man would have paused to consider whether the Magistrum's consul was right to press for further, long-term testing.
But neither of those thoughts crossed the mind of the fox-titan, continuing his set of handstand push-ups. As he smiled to himself, he could only relish the man he had become: The man he had begun to turn others into. At this moment, all that mattered was the next rep and the bliss that it left in its wake. Knowing that his followers all understood this same jubilation made the feeling all the sweeter.
There was never any room for doubt.
Thanks to
Marsel-Defender for this incredible piece. I can always trust them to give my boys the presence and power they deserve.Please favorite their post of this piece: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46038696/
Art by
Marsel-DefenderVolpes belongs to me.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Red Fox
Size 948 x 1280px
File Size 162.6 kB
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