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Mr. Magic Kingdom II: The Top Five
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gmxmuscle, and you can see the first part here! In this one, the contest begins in earnest- the top five contenders throughout Disney lore this year, Beast, Goliath, Sulley, Chief Bogo, and underdog Mushu, begin competing in earnest. Expect lots of posing, flexing, and feats of strength- Enjoy!
The dragon let out a heavy sigh as he felt his smile slip off. He leaned his broad back against the locker, idly flipping through his phone. He took a long sigh as he looked over Mulan's message of good luck to him— she couldn't make it because the Huns had attacked China. Again. He didn't hold it against her— it's not like he could fit in her saddle bag anymore. Still… it'd be nice to know someone was rooting for him.
"Pfft." Mushu scoffed, shaking his head to brush that thought away. "Mushu, baby, they're all gonna be rooting for you by the end of this contest." He curled his arm, tracing his claw over the wide curve of his bulging muscle. "Who's gonna say no to this, right?" He laughed to himself, kissing the peek of his bicep.
He gave himself one more confident smile, catching his reflection in a locker room mirror before he let out a huff and moved to the backstage area. He was the first one there, and spotted one of Goliath's boys— olive green scales, round bald head, and bat-like wings. Mushu arched his brow, stroking his chin as he tried to remember the name— started with an L, American city, Los Angeles? Louisville?
"Uh, Lo— Le— Las Vegas?"
"It's actually Lex— Woah." The gargoyle's mouth fell open. "Mushu? Is that you?"
The dragon smirked and then struck one of his trained poses— he twisted his elongated serpentine back, even as he tensed his sprawling lats, letting them flare out like a pair of wings, giving Lexington a full lat spread as he tensed his arms and brought his clenched fists against his thick hips, red scales bristling over the thick burls of muscle he had hoarded for his burgeoning body. "In the flesh, my man." His tail flicked as he glanced over his beefy shoulders, watching the gargoyle gawk at him, as he lifted his tail to push Lex's mouth closed. "If you're hoping to see more of the show, you're gonna have to wait like the rest of the audience."
"I— Uh— You just caught me by surprise, that's all. Me and the others saw your interview on TV with the others, but… it uh," Lex smiled bashfully. "It doesn't do you justice. You look even bigger than you did there, like… much more."
Mushu's grin spread. A sudden idea struck him as he noticed how much the gargoyle was ogling him. Folding his beefy arms, he turned to face Lexington. "So… You're doing a job back here?"
The gargoyle grinned, gesturing to the table behind him, crowded with towels and bottles of oil. "I'm, uh. One of the assistants, the… oil boys? I never know what to call it. I, uh, wanted to help out, there weren't a lot of positions left, so…" he spread his hands. "I volunteered for this. Y'know, to do something useful."
"I'll bet you did…" Mushu muttered under his breath. He then grinned again, holding out his arms. "Well, we're burning daylight, show's gonna start soon, and I am the first one here— so get cracking, Lex." He curled his arms suddenly, pumping them to make his biceps bounce. "You got a lot of ground to cover."
Lexington could barely hide the overly giddy, bashful look on his face. "Uh— right, yes, absolutely sir. Just, uhm… hold your arms out and I'll get started."
"Sure, sure," Mushu turned on his heel, showing his sprawling back to the gargoyle as he rolled his shoulders, sending ripples cascading down the tightly packed burls of muscle piled on either side of his serpentine spine. He stood there, letting Lexington prepare the oil and then rub his hands together, before pressing his claws deep into the burls of brawn.
Mushu arched his brow, smirking softly as he peaked over the slope of his shoulder blades. "You're not using the spray cans?"
"Uh— W-well," Lexington cleared his throat. "That doesn't work nearly as well on contestants with scales or fur, like you, so… it has to be a more, uh, hands-on approach."
The red-scaled dragon chuckled low, making his hefty chest bounce. "Alright, alright. Do what you gotta do, my man."
He didn't know if gargoyles could blush, but Lexington was definitely at that stage. Mushu felt the lean gargoyle's fingers and claws rake over his scales, caressing the dense curves and defined divots of every swell of muscle along his torso. As Lexington, about eye level with Mushu, crouched down to rub along his meaty thigh muscles. Feeling how he squeezed against the bloated tendons packed into his quads, Mushu grunted as he tensed his thigh muscles, catching Lexington's hand between his legs.
"U-uh… Mushu, sir, I, uh…" Lex cleared his throat, trying to tug free, but Mushu was able to squeeze his legs into a vice grip.
"Tell me something, Lex…" Mushu said casually. "What do you think my chances are? Against Goliath, specifically."
"I-I mean… you look pretty good from down here…" the gargoyle said softly, Mushu's tail whipping just under his chin.
Mushu turned around, releasing Lex from his grip to face him, hands on his hips, chest jutting out. "I'm serious now. If you were to bet on someone winning… who do you think it's going to be?" He winked, nudging Lex's chest with his bulging arm. "I promise not to tell."
"Well…" Lex rubbed the back of his head. "I think you're going to do better than that Sully guy. He's still got a bit of bulk in his middle. But… Goliath and Beast? There's… a big gap between them and the rest of the competition."
Mushu's smile twisted slightly as he listened to Lex. The dragon had seen the social media scene; Beast, despite being a baroque French prince, was somehow more savvy than anyone— ten million subscribers to the Beast Mode fan club. He had a feeling Lex or one of the other younger gargoyles was running Goliath's social media, which explained the very respectable seven million subscribers to Rock Solid, the Goliath fan club. Mushu's biggest account where he had been posting his bodybuilding pics and workout videos, the Mushu Beef Dish, had less than a hundred thousand. Almost every other dragon candidate for the competition had him beat by a significant lead— Jake Long had more than three million— and in that moment, Mushu could feel himself visibly deflate. Even if he won, would the fans just be mad at him for ruining Beast's winning streak or preventing Goliath's comeback?
The dragon growled to himself, shaking his head— nothing was going to change if he didn't win, so he forced another smarmy smile on his face as he reached out for Lex, wrapping his overly meaty arm around the gargoyle's neck and tugging him in, the smell of oil and the sensation of slicked scales pressing in on Lex as the pressure of Mushu's swollen muscles squeezed on him at all sides.
"Hey, you ever wanna take a chance on the dark horse, I can take you for a hell of a ride," Mushu quipped, winking at Lex as he tensed the vambrace-like muscles in his forearm, squeezing at Lex's cheeks. "Now you tell me that I don't look and feel like a winner, from where you're standing right now." The dragon curled his free arm, making his bicep pop as it swelled and exploded like a firework going off. "And I can be a lot more fun than Goliath, if you give me a chance."
"Ha-ha," Lex giggled nervously, his cheek shot from where the dragon's greased up muscles were pressing in on him. "W-well… when you say it like that, I-I guess you could beat Goliath in that arena, sure."
gmxmuscle, and you can see the first part here! In this one, the contest begins in earnest- the top five contenders throughout Disney lore this year, Beast, Goliath, Sulley, Chief Bogo, and underdog Mushu, begin competing in earnest. Expect lots of posing, flexing, and feats of strength- Enjoy!The dragon let out a heavy sigh as he felt his smile slip off. He leaned his broad back against the locker, idly flipping through his phone. He took a long sigh as he looked over Mulan's message of good luck to him— she couldn't make it because the Huns had attacked China. Again. He didn't hold it against her— it's not like he could fit in her saddle bag anymore. Still… it'd be nice to know someone was rooting for him.
"Pfft." Mushu scoffed, shaking his head to brush that thought away. "Mushu, baby, they're all gonna be rooting for you by the end of this contest." He curled his arm, tracing his claw over the wide curve of his bulging muscle. "Who's gonna say no to this, right?" He laughed to himself, kissing the peek of his bicep.
He gave himself one more confident smile, catching his reflection in a locker room mirror before he let out a huff and moved to the backstage area. He was the first one there, and spotted one of Goliath's boys— olive green scales, round bald head, and bat-like wings. Mushu arched his brow, stroking his chin as he tried to remember the name— started with an L, American city, Los Angeles? Louisville?
"Uh, Lo— Le— Las Vegas?"
"It's actually Lex— Woah." The gargoyle's mouth fell open. "Mushu? Is that you?"
The dragon smirked and then struck one of his trained poses— he twisted his elongated serpentine back, even as he tensed his sprawling lats, letting them flare out like a pair of wings, giving Lexington a full lat spread as he tensed his arms and brought his clenched fists against his thick hips, red scales bristling over the thick burls of muscle he had hoarded for his burgeoning body. "In the flesh, my man." His tail flicked as he glanced over his beefy shoulders, watching the gargoyle gawk at him, as he lifted his tail to push Lex's mouth closed. "If you're hoping to see more of the show, you're gonna have to wait like the rest of the audience."
"I— Uh— You just caught me by surprise, that's all. Me and the others saw your interview on TV with the others, but… it uh," Lex smiled bashfully. "It doesn't do you justice. You look even bigger than you did there, like… much more."
Mushu's grin spread. A sudden idea struck him as he noticed how much the gargoyle was ogling him. Folding his beefy arms, he turned to face Lexington. "So… You're doing a job back here?"
The gargoyle grinned, gesturing to the table behind him, crowded with towels and bottles of oil. "I'm, uh. One of the assistants, the… oil boys? I never know what to call it. I, uh, wanted to help out, there weren't a lot of positions left, so…" he spread his hands. "I volunteered for this. Y'know, to do something useful."
"I'll bet you did…" Mushu muttered under his breath. He then grinned again, holding out his arms. "Well, we're burning daylight, show's gonna start soon, and I am the first one here— so get cracking, Lex." He curled his arms suddenly, pumping them to make his biceps bounce. "You got a lot of ground to cover."
Lexington could barely hide the overly giddy, bashful look on his face. "Uh— right, yes, absolutely sir. Just, uhm… hold your arms out and I'll get started."
"Sure, sure," Mushu turned on his heel, showing his sprawling back to the gargoyle as he rolled his shoulders, sending ripples cascading down the tightly packed burls of muscle piled on either side of his serpentine spine. He stood there, letting Lexington prepare the oil and then rub his hands together, before pressing his claws deep into the burls of brawn.
Mushu arched his brow, smirking softly as he peaked over the slope of his shoulder blades. "You're not using the spray cans?"
"Uh— W-well," Lexington cleared his throat. "That doesn't work nearly as well on contestants with scales or fur, like you, so… it has to be a more, uh, hands-on approach."
The red-scaled dragon chuckled low, making his hefty chest bounce. "Alright, alright. Do what you gotta do, my man."
He didn't know if gargoyles could blush, but Lexington was definitely at that stage. Mushu felt the lean gargoyle's fingers and claws rake over his scales, caressing the dense curves and defined divots of every swell of muscle along his torso. As Lexington, about eye level with Mushu, crouched down to rub along his meaty thigh muscles. Feeling how he squeezed against the bloated tendons packed into his quads, Mushu grunted as he tensed his thigh muscles, catching Lexington's hand between his legs.
"U-uh… Mushu, sir, I, uh…" Lex cleared his throat, trying to tug free, but Mushu was able to squeeze his legs into a vice grip.
"Tell me something, Lex…" Mushu said casually. "What do you think my chances are? Against Goliath, specifically."
"I-I mean… you look pretty good from down here…" the gargoyle said softly, Mushu's tail whipping just under his chin.
Mushu turned around, releasing Lex from his grip to face him, hands on his hips, chest jutting out. "I'm serious now. If you were to bet on someone winning… who do you think it's going to be?" He winked, nudging Lex's chest with his bulging arm. "I promise not to tell."
"Well…" Lex rubbed the back of his head. "I think you're going to do better than that Sully guy. He's still got a bit of bulk in his middle. But… Goliath and Beast? There's… a big gap between them and the rest of the competition."
Mushu's smile twisted slightly as he listened to Lex. The dragon had seen the social media scene; Beast, despite being a baroque French prince, was somehow more savvy than anyone— ten million subscribers to the Beast Mode fan club. He had a feeling Lex or one of the other younger gargoyles was running Goliath's social media, which explained the very respectable seven million subscribers to Rock Solid, the Goliath fan club. Mushu's biggest account where he had been posting his bodybuilding pics and workout videos, the Mushu Beef Dish, had less than a hundred thousand. Almost every other dragon candidate for the competition had him beat by a significant lead— Jake Long had more than three million— and in that moment, Mushu could feel himself visibly deflate. Even if he won, would the fans just be mad at him for ruining Beast's winning streak or preventing Goliath's comeback?
The dragon growled to himself, shaking his head— nothing was going to change if he didn't win, so he forced another smarmy smile on his face as he reached out for Lex, wrapping his overly meaty arm around the gargoyle's neck and tugging him in, the smell of oil and the sensation of slicked scales pressing in on Lex as the pressure of Mushu's swollen muscles squeezed on him at all sides.
"Hey, you ever wanna take a chance on the dark horse, I can take you for a hell of a ride," Mushu quipped, winking at Lex as he tensed the vambrace-like muscles in his forearm, squeezing at Lex's cheeks. "Now you tell me that I don't look and feel like a winner, from where you're standing right now." The dragon curled his free arm, making his bicep pop as it swelled and exploded like a firework going off. "And I can be a lot more fun than Goliath, if you give me a chance."
"Ha-ha," Lex giggled nervously, his cheek shot from where the dragon's greased up muscles were pressing in on him. "W-well… when you say it like that, I-I guess you could beat Goliath in that arena, sure."
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