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Art and El Toro by Yours Truly
Victor and story by  Renard_DeFleureax
with help from  Nocturne
Wolfie belongs to  Inmate_001

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By the time Jose had managed to heft Victor back to his feet it seemed as though the streets were looking a bit more empty than when they had entered La Madre’s abode. The enormous tigrat frowned as he wheezed. “I have no idea how long we were in there, but I’m going to guess it was a pretty long time if the crowds thinned this much.”

“Si, amigo, Jose thought this was meant to be a longer party. But at least we won't have to worry about you squeezing past people.” The big bull grinned and gave Victor’s heaving gut a gentle pat, sending a ripple through it.

Victor grunted before jabbing a finger against Jose’s chest, not even making a dent in the hard muscle. “I somehow doubt that I'm the only one here who might have that problem. Size issues aside, we have to keep moving or we’ll never get to Xolotl. No more getting sidetracked or caught up by these deities.”

The large bovine was glancing past Victor, eyes sparkling as a broad grin spread over his muzzle. “Amigo, Jose has a brilliant idea! He knows where to go next!!”

The portly hybrid blinked a few times before turning his head to follow the bull’s gaze. Looming above a few houses was a massive stadium, cheering coming from it. “Jose...I don't think now is the time to stop and watch a soccer match. Focus, we need to find Xolotl or we aren't getting out of here.”

“No, amigo, joo don't understand! They aren't playing soccer, a stadium like that is for pok ta pok!” Jose shook Victor’s shoulders. “Xolotl will be there!” He chuckled deeply, chest heaving up and down as he began striding toward the stadium.

Victor groaned as he began waddling as quickly as he could to keep up with the bull. “Jose what are you talking about? Why would a god of death be watching a ballgame?”

“Oooh, because in the old days if joo won at pok ta pok, joo get to leave! If joo lost, then joor team was sacrificed to the gods. That's why he’ll be there, Victor.” Jose clapped his hands together, biceps digging against his heaving pecs as he looked down at the tigrat.

Victor lifted an eyebrow as he stopped to huff and puff by one of the stadium’s entrances, his chest rising and falling. “That...actually makes a lot of sense. Wait, why do you even know that?”

“It's Jose’s heritage, amigo!” He winked before clearing his throat. “Also Jose likes Road to El Dorado,” he blushed as Victor frowned up at him. “The music is very good, joo can't blame Jose.”

Inside the stadium the stands were filled with cheering skeletons watching others on the field playing the game. Each team raced after a small ball, points only scored when a player managed to get the ball through a small vertical hoop hung high on a wall.

Seated above the court, gazing at the game, was Xolotl. The dark flesh of his body was taut over the heavy muscle that filled his frame. The painted skull mask stood out all the more, stark white to the midnight black of his skin, those glowing green eyes shifting until they fell upon the duo as they entered. Lips pulled back in a snarl as the death god rose to his feet, the players below stumbling to a halt. “It seems that my guests have arrived! Clear the field, no arguments”, the great canine growled.

Victor grimaced as he watched the skeletons run from the field. “I get the feeling we aren't getting a warm welcome tonight.”

Those worries were confirmed as Xolotl leapt down from his seat and landed on the field with a resounding thud, dust clouds rising from the impact. Looming above the pair, the great dog smirked. “You have done well to make it through Xibalba so far, but I am done playing with my quarry. I said I would have my payment and tonight on this field I shall TAKE IT!” Throwing back his head he let out a howl, the walls of the stadium cracking and creaking, rising taller, the goal widening. The floor beneath Victor and Jose buckled and tilted, sending the pair tumbling down a slope and onto the field. “You have traveled long, and it has entertained me. To show you a sliver of mercy I shall give you a chance to win your way out of Xibalba. If you can best me on the field of pok ta pok, then to the land of the living you go.”

“So we play a game with joo? Why do all of the gods want to play games?” Jose grunted as he stood back up, brushing dust from his taut clothing and burgeoning torso.

Victor groaned, having to roll back and forth in order to get his feet under him, knees creaking as he stood back up. His belly sagged and swung low as he panted. “Do you really care why? It's two on one, so let's win our freedom and head home.”

The smile that spread on Xolotl’s face was wicked as he let out another howl. The stadium shook until another mass of dark fur and muscle leapt from the stands, slamming down beside the death god.

Vucub-Came’s painted smile was only a bit less scary. “Ahhhh, another game? You two didn't have your fill last time, did you?”

Jose snorted before crossing his arms. “Joo do not play fair! You both are much larger than Jose and his amigo, and the hoop is so far up!”

“This is Xibalba, insect! The rules are mine to make, fair is what I say it is. If you think the game too hard then I will simply consider it your loss right now,” Xolotl smirked and clenched his hands, the knuckles popping audibly.

Victor grimaced as he glanced from Xolotl to Vucub-Came; he had to think fast. “We’ll play, but on one condition- you even the playing field. Give us more spirit energy, first.”
“Insolence!” Xolotl roared. “You dare demand more of the sacred waters of this place, that you have so eagerly glutted yourselves on?”

“What’s the problem, Xolotl?” Victor smirked. “Afraid you’ll lose in front of all your loyal subjects?”

The death god growled dangerously. “I defeated you easily enough at your prime, you overgrown pig. Very well- one last taste of Xibalba’s spirits, and then the game begins.” He snapped his fingers, and immediately, both Jose and Victor felt a rush of energy surge through them.

Jose felt every muscle on him tighten and bulge, his biceps peaking further until he could palm those massive mounds, his chest surging past his muzzle, those two big slabs of beef advancing like an oncoming army. His legs widened until they were thicker than most men’s torsos, ripping his pants until they magically expanded to cover the new bulk. That mammoth chest was adorned with new war paint in the shape of a skull, but as impressive as he was, he was still dwarfed by the two gods. The bull grimaced; he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Victor, for his part, was slowly regretting his deal, as his gut swelled up even further. The weight piled on him like sand pouring down an hourglass, growing steadily as his love handles ballooned, drooping over the waistband of his much-beleaguered pants and covering up even more of his chunky thunder thighs, his golden stripes stretched and distorted over a blubbery canvas. Huffing slightly as his cheeks billowed, and his muzzle sank further into a growing collection of chins, he gulped. “So… what happens if, uh, just on the off chance we lose?”

The trickster chuckled as he clapped his hands together, eyeing the overgrown hybrid like a juicy meal. “Oh, well this is Xolotl’s show to run, but… you are both alive. I'm sure he wouldn't mind imposing the game’s old rules on you. So if you lose, well. You won't really be going anywhere.”

Jose clenched at his chest before gulping, “Well then we will not be losing, señor! Jose has so many things he still has to do, like have Mama’s cooking again.”

“The time for talk is over. I would wish you luck, but don't worry, you'll find Xibalba a wonderful place to stay for the rest of time.” The death god cackled before slamming a foot onto the ground, sending the nearby ball jumping up. A quick shift of his waist sent a hip into the ball, sending it sailing over the court.

Vucub-Came leapt past Jose and Victor, his own mass moving with alarming speed to knock the ball back toward Xolotl. The bulging bull began lumbering to try and intercept, but he was blocked almost immediately by dark canine muscle, easily flicking the ball out of his reach.

Victor huffed and puffed, having to jog in an attempt to keep up, his fattened form bouncing and quivering with each heavy step. Even with both trying to get to the ball it seemed out of reach at every turn. Xolotl and Vucub-Came weren't even trying to score; the pair seemed to be doing no more than toying with the mortals, letting them get within a hair’s breadth of the ball before knocking it away.

Jose snorted as he tried to hip check the ball away from Vucub-Came, but the trickster bowled him over, knocking the ball back to Xolotl. The bull groaned as he stood back up, glancing to his wheezing friend. “Jose is not sure how we can win. He cannot even touch the ball.”

Victor was gulping down air as best he could, chest wobbling. “Just...need...to get it through the hoop. Get something through it.” He panted before looking up at the hoop and then to his belly. “Jose, gonna ask you to do something…”

Xolotl and Vucub-Came were busy bouncing the ball back and forth, the death god smirking. “A shame, it has been so long since I have played. Seems I haven't lost my touch. Now, you miserable fools, I think you'll find Xibalba grows on y-”, he cut off with a snarl as he glanced over at the mortals.

Jose had grabbed Victor by the sides, hands sinking deep before he hefted the tigrat off the ground with a loud grunt. The heavyweight hybrid didn't fly through the air with much grace, looking more than an albatross than an eagle. By some miracle he made it high enough to meet the hoop, his shoulders and arms passing through. The rest of him was distinctly less lucky, his bulbous belly spilling part way through before he stopped moving. His wide hips and rump sat on display on one side, his arms and pudgy face hanging out the other.

Victor groaned and wheezed as his body was squeezed. “I really hope this counts. This is actually more uncomfortable than I planned,” he muttered, but as he looked down at Xolotl and Vucub-Came’s shocked and outraged faces, he smirked. “So… that’s game, right?”

Xolotl growled, and rose his massive arm to take a swipe at the obese hybrid, but curled his fist and withdrew; he made this deal, and he couldn’t back out of it now, no matter how much he wanted to. “You’ve won. You are free to leave Xibalba,” the Death God snarled. “I… release you.”

“Hah!” Jose threw up his arms in victory. “Jose knew we would win!”

“Yeah, great,” Victor muttered,writhing in place as he tried to free himself. “So, uh… you gonna help me down or what?”

Xolotl was already stalking away, but Vucub-Came looked back with a grin. “What? You wanted to be free of us. We wouldn’t want to interfere where we’re not wanted, now would we?”

Victor’s smirk faded. “You gotta be kidding me.” He tried wriggling more, but to no avail. Looking down at Jose, he tried kicking his fat-swaddled legs. “Jose? Get a ladder.” He shifted his weight. “...And some butter.”