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A little gift for 
PanzerLeopard :3
Pan acts on a dare and ventures into a seemingly abandoned mansion, and stuff(ening) happens.
Alina belongs to me, Pan belongs to PanzerLeopard
Enjoy! Or not, whatever floats your boat >w>
A long, harrowing flight of steps loomed their way up a steep hill, the pale light of the moon providing just enough illumination to see their ascent. A good few hundred stone stairs going up towards a truly impressive sight: An old, gothic looking mansion built atop a gloomy hill on the outskirts of town, rumoured to be home to something sinister, a demon? A vengeful, angry phantom perhaps, or something worse? How cliché, but nether the less it made for a good bedtime story to scare kids. Pan cursed to herself as she climbed the foreboding steps. Why did there have to be so damned many!? She was in good shape but damn if this didn’t seem excessive, even for a stereotypical spooky mansion. “Zhere had better be zomething vorth vhile in zhere…” the melanistic Bavarian leopardess mumbled out loud as she huffed for breath. Scorch, being the little bastard that he is had dared her to go to the mansion at night and take pictures of the interior, proving she had done it and also if there where any ghosts or whatever inside. Not one to back out of a dare, and also wanting to prove something to that half-demon lupine runt, she had agreed to this task. It felt like hours when she finally reached the top of the stairs, doubling over to catch her breath and meeping a little when her sizeable posterior bumped an old antique looking decorative urn off the side of the staircase and making it shatter. She gulped and hoped that wouldn’t come back to bite her somehow, but shook it off and made her way towards the next obstacle in her way: The massive, cast iron gates. Pan tried to push them open but no avail, the gates were locked tight. Ah, this could be a bit of a problem. So how the hell was she going to get in? She groaned to herself and scouted along the thick stone wall surrounding the property, looking for any…aha! There was a gap in the wall, loose stone work had caused an opening to appear over time, and it looked juuuust right for her to squeeze through!
“Zhere ve go…” she grinned, ducking a little to manoeuvre through the gap and-…ah. Oh dear. She felt a tug when she was almost out, something was preventing the leopardess from entering the grounds, and with a crane of the neck, a blush crossed her face and a nervous sigh escaped her lips. Her ass was wedged in the gap; those big buns were smushed against the stones and were refusing to unstuck themselves. Pan knew if she pulled too hard she’d either rip her jeans badly or most likely hurt herself, so she began gently trying to wiggle free from the grip of the wall. It was a comical sight to behold, though thankfully nobody was there to see it, at least, she thought so anyway. “Come on…come on…!” she grunted, and finally with a crackle from the stone giving way a little, her butt was free! Pan staggered a bit but regained her balance quickly and smirked, ass 1, wall 0. Turning back to her intended path Pan walked slowly through the mansion grounds, taking in the old trees and gothic garden décor all around on either side of the cobblestone path. Whoever lives, or lived, here has a dark, brooding taste in ornamentation. Finally she reached her destination: The mansion’s front door, massive wooden gates with brass door handles and iron patterns of trees embedded into the aged oaken frame. “Here goes nothing…” she thought as she rapped on the door. At first there was no answer, which seemed obvious enough. Pan was going to try and look for another way in but then out of nowhere the doors slowly opened by themselves, a long, loud, monotonous creak. Ok, *that*, was creepy. “Um…hallo?” she asked nobody in particular while crossing the threshold into the building, which is where she realised the one thing that made it clear this home was not empty. The gas lighting was on, bathing the massive foyer in a warm orange glow where moonlight from the high windows did not fall.
Her voice echoed around a little, helping drive home how big the mansion actually was. Stepping into the middle of the grand hall she suddenly jumped when a voice finally called back. “Ah, hello.” It said. She snapped her attention to the staircase leading up in front of her, specifically the top of it, where a figure stood, looking down at her. Pan squinted a little to get a better look: The figure was a tall lynxess, well over 6ft in height and clad in regal, purple and blue clothing that hugged her form and showed off a lot of her ample bosom. Her hair was long and raven black, draping forward over her left eye like a bang and hiding it, the other eye was a deep crimson pool that seemed to almost glow in the low light. She slowly walked down the stairs towards Pan with a fluidity and grace she had not seen before, brushing her hair back with a sweep of her dainty, gloved paw. “I am Alina Luminita, welcome to my not-so-humble abode~” she greeted, her voice sounded smooth as butter, a crisp Romanian accent unencumbered by the stereotypical “Vampire vords” associated with it. Pan saw a glint from the occupier’s mouth and spotted a pair of sharp, oddly long cuspids protruding from the upper lip, did this mean that Alina was a…!? “I’m…I’m Pan.” She meekly said, not wanting to give her real name to this…lady. “Hmm, an interesting name. Are you named for the character of a Shakespearean play, or the weapon associated with Nazi Germany?” she asked. Pan blinked a little bit at this but quickly snapped out of it. “Ze latter, ja.” “I see~ Well now, pray follow, I was just about to take my meal in the dining room, I’m sure you must be hungry after climbing all the way up here to…pray tell, what brings you here?” that smooth voiced asked. Pan gulped and realised she was trespassing on this lady’s property for the sake of a dare, so she quickly had to make something up. “I-I vas lost, und needed directions, I’m zorry to have bothered you.” She said quickly, hoping that would work. “Hmmm, a lot of effort to ask for directions I think, but ok, I’ll believe you…now, pray follow~” Pan breathed out in relief, her ruse was ok for now. She took out her phone and quickly snapped photos when Alina was out of range of possibly hearing the clicks, and then nearly jogged off to catch up to her.
The pair stepped into a truly enormous dining hall with a long table, Pan’s mouth widened as she saw it was already filled with food! “V-vhy…?” she stuttered. “Oh, I get hungry.” Was all Alina said on the matter. Pan just nodded and pulled up a seat as her host sat on the other side of the table. “Red wine?” she asked, smiling. Pan wasn’t usually a drinker but it would be rude to say no. “Ja, danke.” Alina nodded and poured out a glass, and when Pan was not looking, grinned and pulled some powder out from a hidden pocket, grinding it into the drink before passing it over. Pan smiled back and took a sip and enjoyed the taste. “Would you like some food too?” Alina asked again. “Oh, no thank you, I’m not hungry.” No sooner had she said those words, her stomach gave out a sudden, loud growl, setting off a sensation of gnawing famine within her. “…Actually ja I’m hungry, mein gott I am *ZTARVED!” she gasped, holding her growling gut. The Romanian girl giggled and pushed a plate over to her, and Pan wasted no time cramming it down her maw. And then another plate. And another. And another. An all consuming hunger had taken hold of the leopard, her stomach roared and rumbled, demanding to be filled even as it began to stretch and bulge beneath her shirt. “More! More! MORE!” she yelled, gravy, grease, everything dripping from her mouth, eyes wide with gluttonous lust. Alina gave a toothy grin, that powder was something to stir up the appetite, and it did a damn good job. Pan’s shirt was straining, buttons creaking and barely holding together as she devoured a whole chicken ravenously, tearing huge chunks of flesh from it and stuffing it down. *POP!* Her pants popped open to make room for her belly. *PING! POP! POP!* there went her shirt as the buttons burst off, stomach surging out with a loud *BLORP*. Alina purred and watched her victim gorge, hours passed before Pan finally ran out of steam and room, chair smashed beneath her vast weight. “Oooouuuuugh…” she moaned, that demonic hunger now gone, her belly felt like it was going to split open or violently explode, gurgling and churning fiercely as it struggled to process the feast she had consumed. “Vhy…” she trailed off with a belch that shook the walls. “Vhy vould you do zat to me…?” Her belly was so taunt that even breathing in felt like it could force it to burst. “Simple. You trespassed on my land and lied about the reason why. Hmph, you’re here to see if this place is really haunted aren’t you? Well yes it is, I’m a vampire~” Alina smirked, gliding a paw across Pan’s drum tight gut. “Oh…” was all she could say. “Oh don’t worry I won’t eat you, I just want some fun~” she gave that vast belly a kiss that made Pan blush and groan, shocked but too stuffed to do anything about it. “Now then, sleep little one, rest your aching tummy~” and with some soothing tummy rubs, Pan drifted into a food coma…
Green eyes fluttered open groggily, focusing on the ceiling. Pan burped and slowly sat up in bed trying to recall everything that had happened: Mansion, vampire, intense hunger, passed out…but why was she in her *own* bed? She went to get up and try and get coffee to aid her thinking but the floorboards creaked extremely loud, they never do that! Confused, Pan looked down…and nearly screamed. She was a vastly obese, blubbery mockery of her once athletic, toned body. Her breasts were a good 5 or 6 sizes bigger than they should be, resting atop an equally as mammoth belly, a veritable sea of black furred, shifting blubber that her hand disappeared into when touched. Her ass spilled all over the bed despite standing and even flowed off of it, such was its sheer size. Her arms and legs were behemoth trunks of pure fat, hands and feet beginning to sink into them, and her doughy, football cheeks sagged down towards a quadruple chin. She whimpered and slowly waddled over to the bedroom mirror to inspect herself further, noting a weird little mark on her neck, which upon further scrutiny seemed to be a love bite. Her fleshy face narrowed in annoyance as she realised that sneaky vampire cat must have had her way with her while she slept! With a slow, jiggling turn and much groaning, she waddled over to the bedroom phone and punched in a number, taking a few attempts due to her thickened fingers pressing multiple keys. “…Ja, hallo, Scorch? Ja I vent to the mansion last night…ja, I took pictures und everything…ja, oh, vant me to zhow you? Vell you’d better come here yourself, I am uh…unable to come over…” with that, she put the phone down and scratched her mountain of a stomach with a faint evil smirk, Scorch was in for a big, most likely painful surprise when he turned up.
PanzerLeopard :3Pan acts on a dare and ventures into a seemingly abandoned mansion, and stuff(ening) happens.
Alina belongs to me, Pan belongs to
PanzerLeopardEnjoy! Or not, whatever floats your boat >w>
A long, harrowing flight of steps loomed their way up a steep hill, the pale light of the moon providing just enough illumination to see their ascent. A good few hundred stone stairs going up towards a truly impressive sight: An old, gothic looking mansion built atop a gloomy hill on the outskirts of town, rumoured to be home to something sinister, a demon? A vengeful, angry phantom perhaps, or something worse? How cliché, but nether the less it made for a good bedtime story to scare kids. Pan cursed to herself as she climbed the foreboding steps. Why did there have to be so damned many!? She was in good shape but damn if this didn’t seem excessive, even for a stereotypical spooky mansion. “Zhere had better be zomething vorth vhile in zhere…” the melanistic Bavarian leopardess mumbled out loud as she huffed for breath. Scorch, being the little bastard that he is had dared her to go to the mansion at night and take pictures of the interior, proving she had done it and also if there where any ghosts or whatever inside. Not one to back out of a dare, and also wanting to prove something to that half-demon lupine runt, she had agreed to this task. It felt like hours when she finally reached the top of the stairs, doubling over to catch her breath and meeping a little when her sizeable posterior bumped an old antique looking decorative urn off the side of the staircase and making it shatter. She gulped and hoped that wouldn’t come back to bite her somehow, but shook it off and made her way towards the next obstacle in her way: The massive, cast iron gates. Pan tried to push them open but no avail, the gates were locked tight. Ah, this could be a bit of a problem. So how the hell was she going to get in? She groaned to herself and scouted along the thick stone wall surrounding the property, looking for any…aha! There was a gap in the wall, loose stone work had caused an opening to appear over time, and it looked juuuust right for her to squeeze through!
“Zhere ve go…” she grinned, ducking a little to manoeuvre through the gap and-…ah. Oh dear. She felt a tug when she was almost out, something was preventing the leopardess from entering the grounds, and with a crane of the neck, a blush crossed her face and a nervous sigh escaped her lips. Her ass was wedged in the gap; those big buns were smushed against the stones and were refusing to unstuck themselves. Pan knew if she pulled too hard she’d either rip her jeans badly or most likely hurt herself, so she began gently trying to wiggle free from the grip of the wall. It was a comical sight to behold, though thankfully nobody was there to see it, at least, she thought so anyway. “Come on…come on…!” she grunted, and finally with a crackle from the stone giving way a little, her butt was free! Pan staggered a bit but regained her balance quickly and smirked, ass 1, wall 0. Turning back to her intended path Pan walked slowly through the mansion grounds, taking in the old trees and gothic garden décor all around on either side of the cobblestone path. Whoever lives, or lived, here has a dark, brooding taste in ornamentation. Finally she reached her destination: The mansion’s front door, massive wooden gates with brass door handles and iron patterns of trees embedded into the aged oaken frame. “Here goes nothing…” she thought as she rapped on the door. At first there was no answer, which seemed obvious enough. Pan was going to try and look for another way in but then out of nowhere the doors slowly opened by themselves, a long, loud, monotonous creak. Ok, *that*, was creepy. “Um…hallo?” she asked nobody in particular while crossing the threshold into the building, which is where she realised the one thing that made it clear this home was not empty. The gas lighting was on, bathing the massive foyer in a warm orange glow where moonlight from the high windows did not fall.
Her voice echoed around a little, helping drive home how big the mansion actually was. Stepping into the middle of the grand hall she suddenly jumped when a voice finally called back. “Ah, hello.” It said. She snapped her attention to the staircase leading up in front of her, specifically the top of it, where a figure stood, looking down at her. Pan squinted a little to get a better look: The figure was a tall lynxess, well over 6ft in height and clad in regal, purple and blue clothing that hugged her form and showed off a lot of her ample bosom. Her hair was long and raven black, draping forward over her left eye like a bang and hiding it, the other eye was a deep crimson pool that seemed to almost glow in the low light. She slowly walked down the stairs towards Pan with a fluidity and grace she had not seen before, brushing her hair back with a sweep of her dainty, gloved paw. “I am Alina Luminita, welcome to my not-so-humble abode~” she greeted, her voice sounded smooth as butter, a crisp Romanian accent unencumbered by the stereotypical “Vampire vords” associated with it. Pan saw a glint from the occupier’s mouth and spotted a pair of sharp, oddly long cuspids protruding from the upper lip, did this mean that Alina was a…!? “I’m…I’m Pan.” She meekly said, not wanting to give her real name to this…lady. “Hmm, an interesting name. Are you named for the character of a Shakespearean play, or the weapon associated with Nazi Germany?” she asked. Pan blinked a little bit at this but quickly snapped out of it. “Ze latter, ja.” “I see~ Well now, pray follow, I was just about to take my meal in the dining room, I’m sure you must be hungry after climbing all the way up here to…pray tell, what brings you here?” that smooth voiced asked. Pan gulped and realised she was trespassing on this lady’s property for the sake of a dare, so she quickly had to make something up. “I-I vas lost, und needed directions, I’m zorry to have bothered you.” She said quickly, hoping that would work. “Hmmm, a lot of effort to ask for directions I think, but ok, I’ll believe you…now, pray follow~” Pan breathed out in relief, her ruse was ok for now. She took out her phone and quickly snapped photos when Alina was out of range of possibly hearing the clicks, and then nearly jogged off to catch up to her.
The pair stepped into a truly enormous dining hall with a long table, Pan’s mouth widened as she saw it was already filled with food! “V-vhy…?” she stuttered. “Oh, I get hungry.” Was all Alina said on the matter. Pan just nodded and pulled up a seat as her host sat on the other side of the table. “Red wine?” she asked, smiling. Pan wasn’t usually a drinker but it would be rude to say no. “Ja, danke.” Alina nodded and poured out a glass, and when Pan was not looking, grinned and pulled some powder out from a hidden pocket, grinding it into the drink before passing it over. Pan smiled back and took a sip and enjoyed the taste. “Would you like some food too?” Alina asked again. “Oh, no thank you, I’m not hungry.” No sooner had she said those words, her stomach gave out a sudden, loud growl, setting off a sensation of gnawing famine within her. “…Actually ja I’m hungry, mein gott I am *ZTARVED!” she gasped, holding her growling gut. The Romanian girl giggled and pushed a plate over to her, and Pan wasted no time cramming it down her maw. And then another plate. And another. And another. An all consuming hunger had taken hold of the leopard, her stomach roared and rumbled, demanding to be filled even as it began to stretch and bulge beneath her shirt. “More! More! MORE!” she yelled, gravy, grease, everything dripping from her mouth, eyes wide with gluttonous lust. Alina gave a toothy grin, that powder was something to stir up the appetite, and it did a damn good job. Pan’s shirt was straining, buttons creaking and barely holding together as she devoured a whole chicken ravenously, tearing huge chunks of flesh from it and stuffing it down. *POP!* Her pants popped open to make room for her belly. *PING! POP! POP!* there went her shirt as the buttons burst off, stomach surging out with a loud *BLORP*. Alina purred and watched her victim gorge, hours passed before Pan finally ran out of steam and room, chair smashed beneath her vast weight. “Oooouuuuugh…” she moaned, that demonic hunger now gone, her belly felt like it was going to split open or violently explode, gurgling and churning fiercely as it struggled to process the feast she had consumed. “Vhy…” she trailed off with a belch that shook the walls. “Vhy vould you do zat to me…?” Her belly was so taunt that even breathing in felt like it could force it to burst. “Simple. You trespassed on my land and lied about the reason why. Hmph, you’re here to see if this place is really haunted aren’t you? Well yes it is, I’m a vampire~” Alina smirked, gliding a paw across Pan’s drum tight gut. “Oh…” was all she could say. “Oh don’t worry I won’t eat you, I just want some fun~” she gave that vast belly a kiss that made Pan blush and groan, shocked but too stuffed to do anything about it. “Now then, sleep little one, rest your aching tummy~” and with some soothing tummy rubs, Pan drifted into a food coma…
Green eyes fluttered open groggily, focusing on the ceiling. Pan burped and slowly sat up in bed trying to recall everything that had happened: Mansion, vampire, intense hunger, passed out…but why was she in her *own* bed? She went to get up and try and get coffee to aid her thinking but the floorboards creaked extremely loud, they never do that! Confused, Pan looked down…and nearly screamed. She was a vastly obese, blubbery mockery of her once athletic, toned body. Her breasts were a good 5 or 6 sizes bigger than they should be, resting atop an equally as mammoth belly, a veritable sea of black furred, shifting blubber that her hand disappeared into when touched. Her ass spilled all over the bed despite standing and even flowed off of it, such was its sheer size. Her arms and legs were behemoth trunks of pure fat, hands and feet beginning to sink into them, and her doughy, football cheeks sagged down towards a quadruple chin. She whimpered and slowly waddled over to the bedroom mirror to inspect herself further, noting a weird little mark on her neck, which upon further scrutiny seemed to be a love bite. Her fleshy face narrowed in annoyance as she realised that sneaky vampire cat must have had her way with her while she slept! With a slow, jiggling turn and much groaning, she waddled over to the bedroom phone and punched in a number, taking a few attempts due to her thickened fingers pressing multiple keys. “…Ja, hallo, Scorch? Ja I vent to the mansion last night…ja, I took pictures und everything…ja, oh, vant me to zhow you? Vell you’d better come here yourself, I am uh…unable to come over…” with that, she put the phone down and scratched her mountain of a stomach with a faint evil smirk, Scorch was in for a big, most likely painful surprise when he turned up.
Category Story / Fat Furs
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