Your big lion helper Zen strolled into a gymnasium, which must mean that your next class is P.E. You consider yourself to be athletic, but compared to all of the anthro boys and girls in the gym, you feel downright scrawny. You fear that everyone is going to look down on you because you are a human and not be able to see how athletic you really are.
Suddenly, a huge white ox in a red muscle shirt and blue shorts stomped into the gym. You could tell that he has already grown himself past his minimum height, and guess that anthro teachers grow themselves when they need to have the attention of their students.
"Listen up, everyone!" boomed the ox in a voice that seemed even louder than it should at his size of seventy or so feet. "Today is the first day of school, and that means that it's time to see how fit you all are. Everyone will follow the test rules to the tee, and no skimping out. I'm going to grow to an extra large size to keep an eye on all of your progresses. First, everyone get a partner!"
Zen gives you a thumbs up, or is it a claws up? Either way, you don't have to worry about finding a partner.
"Okay, first is fifty sit-ups! Choose who spots who, then switch over when you can, now GO!" The huge ox grows even huger, nearly touching the roof of the gymnasium, and starts a timer.
Zen gets down on the ground and places you by his large feet. Not knowing how else you are going to hold him in place, you decide to sit on his feet. Zen is incredibly fast at his sit-ups, and you notice that so is everyone else. He isn't even doing those wimpy half sit-ups that some of your human friends do. Zen finishes in about forty seconds, and doesn't even look tired. You hop off the lion's feet and get on your back. Zen grows a bit and holds down your feet under a single fingerpad, watching you do your sit-ups. Your back starts to ache after around thirty-five of them, and you can't help but slow down. You decide that you should not even try to go as fast as Zen went next time you do sit-ups. You take more than twice the time Zen took, and when you get up, you notice all of the other anthros nearby staring at you. Some were even giggling.
"Pay attention, everyone!" yelled the ox. "Next is forty pushups, now GO!"
You start to sweat heavily as you get back on the ground. Zen has no trouble at all with his pushups and was finished with all forty before you could even do ten. "Are you okay, human? You look awfully beat." You could tell that Zen was not being sarcastic at all, but you did not want to admit that you could not keep up with the other anthros. "I'm fine, thanks," you pant. You finish in about two minutes and pick up your sore body to look at a very impatient looking ox.
"Okay, everyone, last is the one mile sprint! That's equal to six laps around the gymnasium. No growing is allowed, that would be cheating! One more thing, and this is for the human only: you can run two laps, which should be about the same distance relatively. Now, GO!"
You always considered yourself to be a fast runner; you tried to do the "Four Minute Mile" once and only missed by half a minute. Compared to everyone else, though, you feel like a downright slowpoke. Every single one of the anthros laps you five times. One girl, a blur of an anthro cheetah, completes the whole mile in only about ten seconds! At least she looked a bit tired out when she finished. Zen, when he finished after only around twenty-five seconds, still looked as fresh as ever. All of the anthros had finished by the time you completed your first lap, and you are highly embarrassed. Most of the anthros are just staring at you, but at least a few are snickering audibly. This makes you mad, and gives you the strength to complete the second lap faster than the first lap. Your time was still well over a minute, however.
"Okay, everyone, that's all for the fitness test. You can all spend of the rest of the period doing cardio work. However, I need to speak to the human regarding his scores."
Zen notices that you are very tired and scoops you up in his arms before you can say anything. The big ox now shrinks down to twenty five feet, which must be his minimum height, but is still very tall. You think you know what's coming up; your score must be abysmal compared to the rest of the class. The ox looks at your sweaty body in your partner's paws, and starts to speak...
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