My first story involving Michael Luckfoot! Please enjoy as you see how buff he is, and his friends, Furvus and Daniel! For those unable to read it, here is the story in its entirety!

Michael Luckfoot - The Big Shot Bunny
Story by The-Rebel-Angel

Los Angeles, California. Center of America's Entertainment industry. Home to many movie stars. And home to one of the biggest, buffest, and strongest rabbits known to man. Those that know him, have various names for him. The Iron Hare. The Bane Bunny. The Ripped Rabbit. Mr. Lucky Muscle. But his name is well known to everyone. Michael Luckfoot. A white rabbit with blonde spiky hair, powerful muscles, and a kind heart. He's well known around the community as a volunteer construction worker and bodybuilder, as well as the owner of a gym called the Rabbit Hutch. This is just one of his many stories and adventures that you will now see.

-Construction Site, Somewhere in LA, California-

At a local construction site in LA, we see many a specimen of muscular fur. Dobermans with large pectorals that strain their muscle shirts, grizzly bears with biceps that look as though they could burst any sleeve, lions with strong backs full of canyons and valleys, and many more. Many are working the jackhammers, some work the heavier equipment, like bulldozers, cranes, and power shovels. The foreman, a large muscle gut beaver, clad in a red flannel shirt, relaxed fit jeans, steel toed boots, a hard hat which covers his pepper gray hair, and a stern demeanor looks around. This beaver is former bodybuilding great, Ricter Flattail, known for his big 30 inch biceps which could snap chains, and his round, yet rock hard 8 pack. Now, he makes a living as foreman to any construction project there is.

"Alright, guys! We gotta get this new high rise ready to go!" Ricter continued to bark orders at his subordinates, his rich baritone echoing. "And where's that truck with the new I-Beams!?" A doberman looked at Ricter, with a face that said, "This is NOT gonna be pleasant." Ricter looked back at the nervous dober, and frowned. "What's with the face." The doberman cleared his throat...

"Well...," he then spoke in a strong, yet nervous tone, "the truck seems to have... um... run into some engine trouble. As it turns out the driver hadn't paid any attention to the 'service engine' light." Ricter looked mighty pissed at this. "OH GREAT!" The force of Ricter's shout echoed all across the site, causing everyone to STOP what they were doing, and look at the six foot, 290 pound beaver giving the doberman a severe dressing down. "SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS, WE HAVE NO I-BEAMS TO BUILD THIS FREAKIN' HIGH RISE? WELL THAT'S JUST PERFECT! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A 20 STORY BUILDING, AND WE'RE BEHIND SCHEDULE AS IT IS!! WHY I PUT UP WITH..." His voice trailed off in the doberman's ears... as he looked, and saw something near the road that made his jaw drop.

"...YOU ARE ALL... Hey... what are you looking at!? LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, DAMMIT!!" The doberman grabbed Ricter's face, and slowly turned it to the road... and Ricter's jaw promptly dropped. "Holy Mary Mother of God." Approaching the site was the truck, a large 18 wheeler, carting a pay load of 100 steel beams. That's at least 40,000 pounds or 20 tons worth of steel. But that's not what made Ricter's jaw DROP. What made it drop was what was carrying the truck. Its hood was still smoking from the ill maintained engine, but it was being dragged, by a make shift harness being pulled by a RABBIT! But this was no ordinary rabbit.

This rabbit was at least 6'3", and looked to weigh in at least 380 pounds of densly packed muscles. His 74 inch pecs were wrapped in a tight black muscle shirt, and looked like a pair of shredded oil barrels. On his left pectoral in plain view, was a golden cross, signifying his belief in Jesus Christ himself. His biceps were at least 30 or 32 inches, swollen with pure, meaty muscle, with veins zipping across them, like pipelines delivering the necessary lifeblood to his muscles. Around these thick muscular arms were the standard "barb wire band" tattoo, pretty much speaks for itself. Not many furs could pull it off, but this rabbit was NOT "many furs." His abs were a set of 10 mighty cobblestones, showing right through the sweat drenched muscle shirt, and flexing wildly as he continued his trek. His legs were like the Olympian columns of old; mighty, thick, and seemingly UNBREAKABLE, clad in blazing blue denim, custom fit jeans which he called "Lucky Fit." And around his rabbit feet, a pair of leather cowboy boots, with a clover design on each. Wrapped around his broad shoulders is the harness he made from a pair of chains. As he worked, every fur and human stopped and stared at this monolithic rabbit, as he continued his journey. Within the truck's cabin was the driver, a rather lazy looking sloth. "YOU GO RABBIT! YOU GO!!" Soon, the rabbit finally made it to the site, and threw the harness off, as he cracked his neck a bit. "One delivery of 100 High Grade Steel Beams, as promised, Mr. Flattail!"

Ricter remained silent... never before had he seen ANYTHING like that. Sure a bunch of the boys bragged how they were one man construction crews sometimes... but this rabbit just pulled a truck full of I-Beams! He shook off his initial surprise and walked up to the rabbit. "So... I gotta say, that's quite the feat. Pullin' 20 tons, plus a truck. You work for me, I take it?"

"Well," the rabbit replied, "not exactly. I'm more of a volunteer construction worker. I just know every foreman's name due to research. This truck here stopped near my gym, after a long transport from Detroit." The rabbit slapped the hood of the truck. "After the beams are unloaded, I'll tow this puppy to the nearest service station." Ricter stopped him before he could start unloading the beams. "Where exactly," he asked, "IS your gym?" The rabbit smiles, and says, matter of factly, "Oh, in Universal City. Somewhere nearby the Universal Studios and Citywalk. I like to live close to the Movies, ya know." Ricter shook his head! "TH... THAT'S OVER 20 BLOCKS AWAY!!! How in the...!? What kinda rabbit are you?!" The rabbit smiled and performed a double bicep/pectoral flex combination, and replied, "Just your average everyday bodybuilder bunny!" "More like BIG SHOT Bunny, big guy!," shouted a lion from the back. Ricter looked VERY impressed with this rabbit now. If he was able to pull that heavy of a load? Who KNOWS what else he could do!

"Hey, rabbit." Ricter hands the rabbit a hard hat, with a smile. "Before ya tow that sloth's truck... how's about you log a few hours in here? I'll make sure you're well paid." The rabbit thinks on this... and smiles back at Ricter. "Why not?," the rabbit replied happily, "I could use a good work out!" The doberman scoffs a bit. "What, that wasn't enough for ya?" Ricter shoots the doberman a look. The dober looked a bit unnerved. "Sorry. Sorry 'bout that." He then turns back to the rabbit. "So... what's your name, pal?" The rabbit then put the hard hat on and simply said, "Michael Luckfoot, sir!"

-Rabbit Hutch, Universal City, California-

The Rabbit Hutch, a pretty impressive looking gym, with white walls, a good, attention getting sign of a rabbit's shadow flexing with the words, "Rabbit Hutch" on the pecs of the shadow, and a few windows, showing many furs working out. Within, we see many state of the art machines, each specially formulated to deliver the maximum pump for every bit of effort the patron puts in. One patron in particular is getting a LOT of attention. The patron in question? A large built grey wolf, 6'4" and 425 pounds of pure lupine beef. His biceps, a monstrous 34 1/2 inches, pulsed and pounded as the thick veins fed blood into the fibers of this Herculean wolf performing the bench press... with over 10 tons of weight! His pecs clocked in at 78 inches around, and swelled up with shredded definition with each press straining his black police tank top. Around his thick neck is a pair of dog tags from his time in the military, one of them saying "Hulk Wolf," due to his fandom of the Incredible Hulk, and his tremendous strength. His abs are a set of ten tight and swollen bricks, which clench every time he lifts. And his legs are a pair of mighty trunks, thick and shredded, clad only in a pair of gym shorts which strain hard. His blue eyes gleam brightly as he lifts... repeating a sort of mantra to himself. "Might and Right! MIGHT AND RIGHT!" His black hair slicks back, short, but long enough to style into spikes, which he usually does. Soon, he finishes up, much to the admiration of the populace. This wolf was a legend in the bodybuilding community, Furvus Hercules Wolf, also known as the Hulk Wolf.

"Easy, boys and girls! Don't crowd the Hulk Wolf!," Furvus said as he toweled off his muscles, making them free of sweat. Furvus was the envy of many a male and the desire of both male and female, due to his studly frame, as well as his immense power. He then headed to the free weight section to work his arms out. Just then, Michael walked in through the front door, wiping sweat off of his brow, his muscle shirt stained with sweat from the honest day's work he put in.

"Hey, there's the big bunny!" Furvus got up and walked over to the massive bunny, slapping him on the back! "Man you look like you just bench pressed an Airbus!" Michael chuckled at that. "While that would be a good pec pumper, Furvus," he matter-of-factly replied, "all I did was drag 20 tons of steel plus the truck it was being transported on to a construction site 20 blocks away, then logged in 3 hours work at the site." Furvus laughs heartily, his massive chest pumping with each 'ha' he let out. "Man, that's my muscle bro!" Furvus and Michael then clapped hands in the iconic 'Predator' arm-wrestle handshake. "You ALWAYS help out those in need!"

"Especially if it gets you a good workout." Then, walking up was a black and white fox with fire red hair. This fox was also a perfect specimen of musculature, with pecs that matched Furvus' in size, though his nipples were pierced with a pair of silver studs. His 34 inch biceps were shredded and rock hard, pulsing and pounding with pure beefy might. His abs were, to no surprise, a tight 10 pack which looked like it could stop bullets with a mere flex. His thighs and calves were built like a pair of thick tree trunks, unbeatable and indomitable. His black and white tail swooshed around over his carved glutes, wrapped in a pair of red trunks. This is Daniel Dai Foxx, also known as "Fever Firefox" to his friends. "Always striving to get those muscles of yours the largest they can be."

Michael rubs his neck in equal parts pride and embarassment. "Aw, shucks, guys... I'm just doing my best, is all." Furvus then hands Michael a towel to wipe down his muscles. "So," the big wolf asked his rabbit friend, "you hear about the upcoming Mr. Furlympia contest?" As Michael wipes himself down, starting with his immense pecs, he smirks. "Oh yeah," he said, "I've heard! In fact, I'm registered to participate."

Daniel smiles, "That makes all three of us, my friend." He then strikes a double bicep pose, making those rock hard arms ripple up and swell to full size! In addition, his pecs pumped out due to the thick biceps swelling up, reaching their full swollen form! Furvus chuckles at this, "Easy there, Fev! Don't wanna pump till ya pop!" Daniel smiles wider. "I can't help it, Furvus! Once I start..." And he places his hands behind his head and pumps his abs up, bulking them to resemble fist sized blocks! "I JUST CAN'T STOP!!!" Michael flinched back in mock fear. "Oh no! Firefox's muscles are going to swell so large, they'll engulf us all!" Daniel GROANED as his muscles continued to bulge with his flexes. Furvus rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Foxy, that's enough. We all get you're a big guy." Daniel chuckled and stopped his pumping, relaxing those huge muscles. "Aw, you're no fun, Furvus." Furvus slugged Daniel in the shoulder playfully. "Hey," he retorted, "I happen to be PLENTY fun! Remember at that Halloween party where I dyed my fur green and dressed as the Hulk, just so I could bust through that breakaway wall?" Michael cleared his throat at that. "Um... Furvus... that wasn't a breakaway wall. THAT was a REAL brick wall."

"Really?" Furvus looked momentarily embarassed, then he laughed! "Well, that makes my performance all the more convincing!" Michael chuckles as well, as he peels off the sweaty muscle shirt, revealing his gleaming upper torso. His pecs throbbed as he lifted his arms up, glistening still with the sweat of his truck pull. His abs had sweat roll down them like a waterfall cascading onto hard rocks, and his back pumped supremely, showing off his thick traps and lats, as well as the various canyons, which filled with the sweat and became miniature river ranges. He tossed the shirt into a dirty clothes hamper, and cracked his neck a bit.

"Well," he said, "it's been fun catchin' up with you, but right now, I have to hit the showers. See you guys next time!" With that, the muscled up rabbit opened a door which read, "Mike's Apartment, only enter if buzzed in." Furvus and Daniel both smiled. "So," Furvus said, "you think Mike will stand a chance against us in the Mr. Furlympia contests?" Daniel nodded. "More than a chance," he replied, "because that rabbit? He's going places. He's gonna be one hell of a big shot one day."

-Rabbit Hutch Apartment above the gym-

Michael climbed up the stairs to his apartment, and comes up to another door, which he opens up revealing a pretty standard looking apartment. Nothing too fancy, just your average bachelor pad. A few action movie posters here and there, some Anatomy charts for bodybuilding, a bookshelf with some manga, as well as bodybuilding books and comics, not to mention DVDs and Blu-Rays aplenty. The apartment is one bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, one living room. Michael then headed to his bathroom, which was pretty standard with a walk in shower, sink and toilet, with a towel rack and everything. After switching down to his bare essentials, Michael took a quick shower to cleanse his body of all the sweat from the workout. As the water soothed his muscles, and spiraled down the drain, he began to contemplate a few things...

"That was one of my best feats I've done... I don't think I could top it. The question is... what happens if I do peak? What if I can't get any bigger... what if... this is my max?" Michael laid his wet head on the wall... but then... he thinks again. "No. Just remember what Furvus told you. If you reach a peak, SMASH that peak and go bigger. There is NO such thing as a Maximum when it comes to being a beast! And I am most DEFINITELY a beast!!" He then picks himself up and gets out of the shower, dries off and puts on some new clothing, a pair of stretchy "lounge" shorts, a blue wife beater with the words, "BUNNY BEAST" on it, and a pair of socks to just relax for the rest of the day. He picked out one of his favorite movies to watch, "The Last Stand" featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger, and put it in to enjoy the remainder of his day. As he sat down on the couch of his living room, he picked up a bottle from a minifridge nearby, marked "Inner Beast." He popped the top of it and took a sip, letting the cool, berry flavored fluid trickle down his throat. Inner Beast was one of his favorite protein/energy drinks.

"After this movie," he said, "I better hit the weights, just so I'm not losing any definition." And with that, Michael kicked back and relaxed, content in the fact that no matter what doubts he had in his mind, no matter what thoughts popped up, he would always be Michael Luckfoot, the Big Shot Bunny.

-END-

Next Time, Michael Luckfoot meets up with an old friend of his, and the two head on a sort of guy's night out at a local club. But when a couple of meatheads try to ruin the fun, these two furs don't take it lightly. So, tune in next time for "Michael Luckfoot: The Bushtailed Brawler," featuring the fursona of TruIdiot, Shane Bushtail!

Furvus Wolf: FurvusWolf

Daniel Dai Fox: Fever-Firefox

All other characters featured are mine!