A commission for  muscledragonwolf18 featuring characters from a few friends of mine: The angel Sirocco is soaking up the rays on a beach in a self-imposed exile/retirement, until his angelic senses find the demon-possessed beast of a rat, Victor- and he draws on unusual allies to build up his power and strength to face off against the demonic entity.

Sirocco belongs to  wolfgonewide
Harper belongs to  lunostophiles
Brycen belongs to  nocturne

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"You know what, Azzie? Don't worry about it." Victor said, a soft grin spreading across his features. "I've got this under control, trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

Do you want me to answer that honestly?

"Oh, piss off."

Victor gave Sirocco one cursory glance and ran a hand through his coiffed blond hair— it was time for a charm offensive. If Sirocco was going to be eyeing him, then Victor would give him a show. The rat did everything he could to make the rest of the workout a spectacle; the gold stripes raked across his monumental body began to ripple, catching glints of sunlight as he rolled his shoulders and stretched.

He had quite a bit of practice at this particular style of performance; he would slow his curls just as his arms were at their most tensed, letting the peak of his biceps split from the sheer, raw mass packed on to his frame. When he squatted, he shouldered a pickup truck someone was willing to let him borrow, the axle resting comfortably across the sheer wingspan his sprawling shoulders made. From there, he slowed the motion, letting the steel cable-like fibers of his hamstrings draw taut like bowstrings, his beefy glutes tensed. He garnered applause, wolf-whistles, and more than a few phones recording the spectacle the rodent made of himself. He turned to see how Sirocco was enjoying the show, and it was evident he was leaving the equine angel in a state.

Sirocco had only grown bigger, a brooding thunderstorm growing into a full-force hurricane. The stallion seemed determined to reach Victor's size— and as the day wore on, the gap was closing at a shocking rate. It looked like he really had summoned up the power of a storm, his body galvanized and pumped like a true force of nature— his chest surged out like a stormfront, his increasingly enormous, billowing arms like the bands of a typhoon. The earth-quaking mass and power building up in his massive legs drew Victor's roving eye, from his sculpted calf and the barrel-sized thighs, and the flowering, sprawling mass of his back that could fill the horizon.

Victor huffed, the rodent lumbering to meet Sirocco. Their chests collided, like two tectonic plates grinding against one another as the rodent's gold eyes shimmered, and he smirked broadly at Sirocco. "I think you and I aren't quite getting what we really want out of this workout, are we?"

Sirocco snorted, leaning in to Victor, their combined sheer mass feeling as if it were perfectly matched. "No, I suppose we're not."

"Well, Blue Eyes, if you want to… release all this tension and settle this thing between us, you wanna meet up at this little cove I found, where we can… talk things out on our own?"

Sirocco narrowed his eyes. "Alone? Just the two of us?"

Victor chuckled deeply, his pecs bouncing and heaving against the stallion. "I mean, if you wanna bring a friend, I won't say no. I can handle the extra challenge."

The stallion glowered. "I'll take you on myself."

Victor grinned. "You sure?" He eased up on Sirocco, pumping his arms so his biceps again surged upward, flexed larger than his head and pressed against his clenched fists. "I can be a lot to handle."

"Trust me, I've faced stronger." Sirocco said bluntly.

The rodent chuckled, turning slightly. "Alright— tonight it is, then." He reached around, giving Sirocco a firm slap across the glutes that caused the stallion to let out a startled whinny. "Don't keep me waiting."