Well, FA's back up and running, which means I have a small backlog of stuff to show you guys! Here's one of the conclusions to the growth drive, the gift to our highest overall donor! He wanted big wolves and kitties, and who am I to say no to that?

Art and Zataan by Yours Truly
Story by  Renard_DeFleureax and  Nocturne
Theo belongs to  Renard_DeFleureax
Wolfie Randolph belongs to  Inmate001

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“Hello once again, Ladies and Gentleman!” Theo gave a florid bow. “Our intrepid contestants are finally out of our hair, so now it’s--”

The green Cheshire was all but bowled over by a tackle from his tuxedo-wearing partner, Zataan. The purple cheshire picked himself up and dusted off his suit jacket. “We’re having a recap episode, folks! Now that the… unpleasantness with Renny and Conner’s done, we’ll look back on all the fun we had.” He leaned down, looking over Theo still lying on the floor. “Right, Theo?”

Theo’s hand shot up, grabbing Zataan by the whiskers and yanking him down to pull himself up. “It sounds like a good time to me, Mr. C,” the green Cheshire smiled through gritted teeth. “We’ll be going over all the wonderful little adventures that took place during this season. So please, everyone at home get ready for a night of fun.”

Zataan rubbed at his whiskers as he stood, eyes blazing as he looked at Theo before turning to the audience. “Of course we would like to thank our in-studio audience for attendance tonight. We can’t forget them, now can we? For shame, Theo, they made their way here just for the sake of a fun night.” He waggled a finger at the green cheshire.

Theo’s fur bristled before he clapped his hands together. “I couldn’t possibly forget our audience here, but we simply do have to begin our evening’s main event. And why not start with our first big step, no?” With a snap of his fingers the set lit up, everything covered in curling vines, lush flowers, and marble columns. “A personal favorite of mine, the scavenger hunt in Wonderland. A stroke of genius, admittedly.”

“Careful now, one must not let their ego take center stage. Goodness knows doing that here could be disastrous for one’s figure.” Zataan had clenched one hand, knuckles popping as his tail flicked back and forth. “As all will recall during this little game our contestants called in a little help from home. Dear Renard asked for assistance from Jose Bravado, better known as El Toro, and Conner asked for a bit of help from his beloved Ko. Of course nothing in Wonderland is quite what it seems so we took the obvious measures of playing a little switch.”

One arm quickly moved out, pushing Zataan back as Theo moved to center stage. “Too right! Of course our contestants were less than thrilled with the swap...though they saw it our way.” He winked to the camera, leaving off the very clear ‘not that they had a choice’ part to the admission. “Each given different lists of items to collect, save the last, our intrepid contestants set off. I must give a hand to Jose for his very clever usage of a card soldier in lieu of finding an actual playing card.”

Zataan suppressed a growl as he moved up beside Theo. “Why yes, it was a very clever move. It goes to show you that brawn can always hide a glint of brains. Well, in most cases”, he muttered, eyes clearly focused on his co-host.

Theo’s tail flicked about as he cleared his throat. “Yes, yes, a stroke of good fortune for Conner and Jose. Though not all fortune is good, as we found with poor Mr. De Fleureaux. Who sadly needed to claim the final red rose in the White Queen’s garden.” A large screen flickered to life above the cheshires, showing the lolf stepping into the prickly rose bush. The audience burst out in laughter as he stumbled at the end, pricked and poked before prying himself from the thorny mess. “Ahhh, say what you will about slapstick, but our viewers most definitely know comedy when they see it.”

“Despite such a painful situation Renard did manage to procure the final item on his list before Conner or his helper. As such our hybrid took the game...a clear sign that someone had bet on the right horse.” The purple Cheshire laced his fingers, meeting Theo’s smile as they locked eyes, not a shred of cheer flashing between them.

Theo’s whiskers flickered as he cleared his throat. “True, Mr. De Fleureaux did win that round, but Conner did win one of your events, Mr. C. Are we forgetting the card game? Surely we can’t do that. In fact our special referee is here today as it is. Please give a special round of applause for Mr. Wolfie Randolph.”

The audience began to clap as a rather large, dark-furred wolf lumbered onto the stage. The lupine’s bulky form was still stuffed into a referee uniform, the vertical stripes would have been slimming if his chest hadn’t been straining at the buttons, his black shorts making seams creak as he joined the two cats on stage, smiling and waving to the cameras. “Thanks for having me on tonight guys, it’s my pleasure to be here and to help out.”

Zataan patted Wolfie’s arm, giving his bicep a light squeeze before chuckling. “We should be thanking you. You’ve been very, very helpful with the show’s latest season. Acting as dealer and ref for one of my events, so handy.” The Wonderland motif of the stage quickly began to warp and change, neon signs and a large roulette wheel popping up. A few cards materialized in the purple cat’s hand, shuffling them before letting them fly up toward the monitor. The scene changed to Renard and Conner playing cards, neither of the contestants looking quite certain of what to do.

“Not quite a fair game, truth be told, given that both contestants had barely the faintest idea of how to play any gambler’s card games,” Theo muttered before shrugging his shoulder and smirking to the crowd. “Still we had a lovely time of it, didn’t we?”

Wolfie chuckled lightly, his shirt nearly bursting open as he grinned. “It was a bit weird to watch them try to play. Maybe you should have let them play Go Fish or Old Maid? Don’t wanna be mean, but they didn’t really have a poker face between the both of them. Though I s’pose it is pretty easy to lose track of the game you’re playing when a win means you grow bigger.”

“Right you are, Mr. Randolph! And as we will recall for our good friend Renard, this was a loss. Isn’t that unfortunate Mr. C?” Theo was smiling to an almost sickening sweet degree as he met the purple cheshire’s eyes.

The only sign of distress on Zataan was his tail puffing up and whipping around behind him. “Oh yes, a minor misstep, nothing more than that at all. It really is the audience who wins no matter what, isn’t that correct?” He spread his arms as he faced the audience to many cheers. “Of course we do this for our loyal fans.” Bowing low he winked at Theo before standing back up. “Besides, we do have to address our finale round. One of your ideas, no?”

Wolfie yelped as Theo pinched his rump, the green cat’s claw quickly receding as he straightened up. “Apologies, Mr. Randolph, there was a bug. And yes, it was my idea to have wrestling as the final event. I do believe it was quite popular.”

“Popular, yes.” Zataan simply smiled at his fellow co-host. “The reason for a rather surprising turnabout, also yes. Though I suppose you couldn't possibly have thought so far ahead, dear Theo.”

Wolfie glanced between the two and gulped softly. “Now now, I don't really think anybody could have expected those guys to take advantage of the rules. Besides an unexpected twist is always something the audience likes.” The big wolf smiled softly at the camera as the crowd cheered.

Theo took a deep breath before waving a hand, the casino theme of the stage wiping away as the monitor flickered to the final contest. “Wrestling is a sport from ancient times. Grappling with another for a display of dominance. Truly a wonderful way to display how exceedingly well this season has gone.” On the monitor the hulking raccoon and lard-laden lolf were already fighting, or more accurately, Conner was grabbing at Renard as the lolf tried to shove him off.

“And it was a pretty even match, from my point of view anyway. We basically had an immovable object versus an unstoppable force.” Wolfie chuckled warmly, the top button of his referee uniform pinging off, a quick frown forming. “Uh, am I gonna have to pay for that?”

Zataan eyes zeroed in on the now displayed pectoral muscle before smiling. “No, not at all, studio budget can more than cover it. What it couldn't cover was…” His eyes dragged away from the bulky lupine to the monitor in time for the replay to show Conner and Renard pinning the cats. “Well it was covered, but it was far and away from what was planned for. What can we do folks? Unexpected things happen when one is sloppy.”

Theo’s whiskers twitched as he turned to face the purple Cheshire, eyes gleaming as his smile tightened. “Sloppy? My good man, I do believe you're forgetting that I was not alone in that situation. For one pointing fingers, you do seem to have one foot forced in your mouth there.”

Zataan whipped around to look Theo in the eye, tail lashing back and forth. “Maybe I was, but had someone not tried to be so fancy in their event perhaps, another episode could have been made. Still we won't even really know because of a slipshod idea.”

Theo let out a choked snarl before stomping toward Zataan, who in turn began striding to meet the cat. Still in uniform, Wolfie stepped in, flushing as he put an arm up to hold back either feline. “Guys there's no need to get all catty, this is just a fun-for-all kinda deal, right? So things didn't go as planned. No harm, no foul.”

“The only foul thing here was having to work beside such a cliche,” Theo smirked, staring daggers at Zataan.

Zataan bristled from head to toe. “Big words coming from the man who looks like he raided Queen Victoria’s wardrobe. A little more makeup and maybe you'll be the belle of the ball.”

Theo let out a dramatic scoff. “You snide, cheesy--”

Zataan snorted with derision. “You prissy, preening--”

“THOU GORBELLIED GUTS-GRIPING DEVIL-MON!”

“YOU’RE A FINICKY PRIMADONNA!”

Both cats reared an arm back, energy cracking before two lights flared on stage, one deep green and the other vibrant magenta. The following blast and explosion was immediately accompanied by a chorus of shredding cloth and several deep moans.

Zataan was sprawled out on the floor, his suit blown to bits by several thousand pounds of thick fat. His chest and belly spilled out into the floor as he loosed a deep belch, making pillow-sized cheeks and many chins wobble. His pants had been burst by thunder thighs and a rump that would be the bane of any couch for miles. Even his tail seemed thicker as it lazily flicked before flopping over.

Theo was at least sitting upright, though not by his own volition. His clothing had been torn to shreds by solid muscle, his head looking nearly pinched by his engorged pectorals and swollen traps. The core of his body tensed, a row of abs rippling down to what little of his pants were left. His tree trunk thighs were fighting for room as he panted loudly.

For all the cats had taken in, it was their guest who had been at ground zero of the blast. Wolfie’s uniform had been reduced to scraps as well, as a large, wobbling belly heaved out from his middle. Resting above it were a pair of firm pecs that bounced almost on their own, the mammoth canine’s eyes wide as his chin was pushed up by his chest. His biceps ground against the sides of his torso, looking more like he had tires stuffed under his pelt. By some twist of fate he was kept barely decent by the remains of his pants, now little more than tatters around thighs that looked like they could crush stone for a light workout. His big tail flicked above a rather bulbous rump, on nearly full display given how much his shorts were riding up. The thick ring of fluff around his now non-existent neck stood on end, frizzy and buzzing with electric shock.

The enormous wolf grinned sheepishly as he grabbed at his own chest and squeezed. “Um, well folks it has certainly been a very big night. We hope you've had a ton of fun with us this season and looking forward to the next one. For now I think our recap is done. So have a good night and remember, bigger is better!”