“Who is that?” Hund said, nodding his head over to an incredibly muscular greyish tan hound performing a double bicep pose in the mirror. The beast looked to be a couple inches taller than the brown husky and far more muscular. Part of this extra height could be attributed to the golden horns that extended from the flexing hound’s forehead like a crown. As Hund observed the mountain of myofibril bursting from the beast’s arm, he furthered the contraction on his preacher curls to flex his own arm.

“Adrius,” Ty said, bending the curl bar up to his chest without needing to look over.

“Can you even see who I’m talking about?” Hund asked incredulously.

“Don’t need to; I could tell by the shadow the guy makes when he walks into the room.” Ty joked, still performing his exercise without fail. “He’s that friend I mentioned at the Bent Tail that one time during vore day.”

“Don’t remind me of that,” Hund said, continuing to stare at the posing pooch, his customary scowl exaggerated more than usual.

“What’s wrong?” Ty asked, seeming to know already the answer to this question.

“I don’t like him,” Hund said flatly.

“Why not?” Ty asked, feigning empathy. The golden retriever has been around the grouchy husky long enough to know the routine behind these new encounters.

“Just look at him, flexing with that stupid grin on his face,” Hund said, taking his first shot at the stranger.

“His posing was far better than your side chest,” Ty noted, earning him a dirty look from Hund.

“He probably can’t even lift his own bodyweight. Half of those muscles are probably for show.” Hund added.

“I was spotting Adrius yesterday on his squat. The dude was lifting all the plates from two racks without breaking a sweat!” Ty said, sounding exhilarated at the memory. Hund glared at Ty, then turned his gaze to Adrius, still smugly posing in the mirror.

“He’s on roids. Can’t be that big and that lean without taking something.” Hund fired.

“I don’t know about steroids, but I know he’s on something called Mist.” Ty said, “That’s where he got the horns from, I think.”

“SEE! He is a POSER!” Hund shouted, catching the attention of Adrius. His confident smiling face turned into a frown as he inspected his surroundings.

“Who said that?!” The horned dog shouted in a low, gruff tone fitting his appearance.

As Hund was about to open his mouth in response to Adrius’ challenge, Ty shoved a fist into the husky’s mouth, causing him to choke.

“Help me! I am getting eaten!” Ty said, catching Adrius’ attention. Adrius used his well-developed quadriceps to rush to the scene. Wrapping his bulky arms around Hund’s rotund middle, Adrius performed a series of hooked jerks, causing Hund to spit out Ty’s balled-up fist involuntarily.

“I am so glad you’re here, Adrius. Hund here was getting a little too hungry from our workout.” Ty fibbed much to Hund’s disdain.
“Glad to see you’re alright, Ty,” Adrius said kindly, then turned his head to Hund.

“I’m guessing you’re a pred?” Adrius asked.

“What made you think that?” Hund asked sarcastically.

“You trying to eat Ty for one. Also, that gut of yours tells me you like to eat.” Adrius joked, poking into Hund’s round stomach.
Hund barred his fangs, clearly not tolerating what Adrius was insinuating.

“So, are you a real lifter?” Hund fired back.

Adrius eyes shot open, not expecting the attack. Still, unlike Hund, the tannish hound shook his head and chuckled to himself.
“Yes, I do lift if that is what you are asking,” Adrius said modestly while conveying the opposite by bouncing his shelf-like chest. Hund scowled at the display.

“Anyone can lift baby weights,” Hund claimed. Adrius returned Hund’s look of disdain with his own.

“I could lift you right now without breaking a sweat, fatass,”

Adrius said. Hund pulled the towering canine to his own height.

“Say that again, horny boy, and we’ll see what part of you becomes fat and what part becomes ass,” Hund growled. Adrius pulled himself up with minimal difficulty, almost lifting Hund off his feet.

“Horny boy? I come from a proud breed!” Adrius proclaimed.

“Horndogs?” Hund muttered.

“Drolf,” Adrius responded flatly. Hund stared back at Adrius incredulously. “That’s a dragon and a wolf.”

Adrius stared back at Hund, expecting a quip. Instead, the husky stared at the drolf with almost a look of sympathy. “Halfbreed, huh?”

Adrius nodded. Hund didn’t respond. He stared blankly at Adrius’ golden horns as if he was being transported into a memory. Hund soon snapped out of his trance, more curious than confrontational with drolf.

“So you’re a Shrek 3 situation?” Hund asked, earning a raised eyebrow from Adrius. “You know, when a wolf and a dragon love each other a ton, they f-“

“Nope!” Adrius interjected. “That is not how drolfs work. There is no intimate coitus required for the inception of my kind. I actually wasn’t always a drolf; I went through a special ritual to imbue my body with a substance known as the Mist, giving me almost a god-like level of power.”

Hund shifted his eyes to Ty. His facial expression conveyed the verbal equivalent of “What kind of “mist” is this guy misting?” But he nodded anyway to move the conversation along.

“You a pred, skinny?” Hund asks, barely able to pinch an inch of fat along with Adrius’ lean abdominals.

Adrius’ suddenly flashed a wicked grin. “Does a husky taste like marshmallows?” and began approaching Hund’s direction.

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Thank you again to  TankDragon for a great waist up! If anyone is wondering, this is NOT a new OC of mines. Adrius the Inferior (to Hund) belongs to this guy, who is also a great writer and friend. ( Mistbourne) Please go follow him for his excellent stories and for Adrius, who deserves attention because he clearly does not stand a chance against Hund in any and all situations.