Snagged a commission from  rockytheprocy, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a bit of a crush on a certain bool...

Art and Jose ©  rockytheprocy
Renard and story © Moi

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“El Toro?”

Jose Bravado grinned as he heard his stage name. Wherever he went, the burly bull was always recognized by his fans, particularly in the gym.

“Si, amigo? Joo maybe want an auto…” Jose turned around to face his latest fan, and his jaw dropped, “…graph.”

An arm with muscle thicker than his chest slammed into a locker right beside Jose, and a sheer cliff of a chest closed in. Leaning slightly to keep his balance was a huge male, with tawny fur and a full head of dirty blonde hair, slicked back after a well-earned shower. His eyebrows arched as he looked the bull up and down. “I can’t believe it’s you! Forgive me, I’m just a little star-struck.”

“Joo don’t say, senor…” Jose was wide-eyed as he took all of the other man in. He was just short of El Toro’s height by an inch or two, but he more than made up for it in width, from a pair of clefted pecs so thick and heavy with muscle, the hybrid’s cross necklace was wedged in between the two, to bulging thighs nearly as thick as his waist, and abs just as large and hard as brick. The bull felt just a touch overwhelmed, “Joo are… muy bigger than Jose’s usual fans…”

He smirked, a lupine muzzle with a cat-like twist splitting into a wide grin as he bounced his pecs, muscle pressing against Jose and back towards his mountainous shoulders “What can I say? You’re a virtuoso of the craft- to paraphrase Shakespeare, ‘When you do wrestle, I wish you were a wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.’”

“…Que? Joo think Jose is like… a wave?” The bull tilted his head.

“Oh, no, no- I only mean to say that you are… quite a display on stage. And in person. I’m Renard, by the way- Renard De Fleureaux. And before you ask- lolf. Half wolf, half lion.” He said, his tasseled tail swishing behind his tree-trunk legs. Renard held out his hand, and enveloped Jose completely as the bull accepted. Putting his hand on his hip, with a casual roll of his boulder shoulders, he put on his best smile, his one blue eye and one green eye locking with Jose’s. “It’s nice to see you without your mask- ‘God hath given you one face, but you have made yourself another.’ Shame, since the first one is quite the piece of work.”

Another blank look from the bull.

“Shakespeare again? It’s Hamlet. You know, ‘To be, or not to be’?”

Jose blinked, “…not to be what, senor?”

Renard chuckled, his whole massive torso rippling. “I only mean that you are… very handsome.” He ran a finger across Jose’s thick jawline. “And, I mean… if you’re not all that literary, I’m a bit of an expert; I could… give you some private lessons… on the house, of course.”

“Oh, Jose couldn’t do that without paying, amigo, but he thanks joo; it is a very generous offer!” Jose smiled. He sounded sincere.

The titanic lolf paused for a moment. “I…” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to go for a drink?”

“Oh!” Jose grinned, “Si, senor, why did you not ask that first?” Jose gave Renard’s burgeoning bicep an appreciative pat, “Perhaps joo and Jose could workout sometime? Joo clearly have no trouble with the gym… maybe even some tips for Jose?”

“Oh, you noticed?” Renard smirked, “I just dabble, really. But I would love to train under a master of the art, like yourself.”

Jose chuckled, his eye lingering on the lolf’s thick, meaty flanks, and the sheer amount of muscle hovering less than an inch from him. “Joo clearly have good taste in wrestlers, amigo.”

“What can I say?” Renard said, leaning in closer, his pecs pressing up against El Toro from the front, and his bulging bicep grinding against the bull’s side. “I’m your biggest fan.”