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Just when the series was getting good, Theo has to come along and ruin everything!
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Renard De Fleureaux
Art by Yours Truly
“Can… I have… a drink…?” Renard wheezed, his great, wobbling mass jiggling like the San Andreas Fault was filled with strawberry jam. He reached out towards the Cheshire in front of him. Theo, a green and white cat who served as something of a benefactor on good days and a prankster with no sense of personal space on bad days, had all but carried the blubbery hybrid to the gym, forcing him on a treadmill. Promising a tasty new treat, he had taken the lolf’s beloved strawberry pops, blending them into a protein shake that, miraculously, tasted fantastic. Already, Renard couldn’t get enough of it.
“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. De Fleureaux,” the cheshire tutted. He put one hand against Renard’s doughy chest, easily stopping the lolf’s anemic attempts to snatch the shake in Theo’s other hand. “You’re lucky I got to you in time! Do you have any idea what those insidious rogues over at Fudgepackers do? They trick people into consuming their ghastly little treats, and then they blow them up, only to mold their swollen, tremulous bodies into whatever twisted fantasy they have in mind. Only it’s not a fantasy, it’s just a ploy to get more money.”
“Isn’t… that… what you do?” the lolf countered.
Theo feigned shock. “Mr. De Fleureaux, you wound me!” He snapped his fingers, and the holographic display on the treadmill showed an increase in speed; it was really no more than a brisk walk, but with the lolf’s vast, and increasingly pink, belly already scraping against the floor, and his wobbling thunder thighs rolling off one another like two prize hogs fighting over the last bit of slop, he may as well have been climbing Mt. Everest. “I do it for the sake of art.”
“Theo!” Renard shouted.
The cheshire smiled wide. “Just another mile, Mr. De Fleureaux, then we begin fencing. No better, more gentlemanly way to get in one’s calisthenics. And I’ll want you prepared, because I will be taking down Fudgepackers. You, my dear Mr. De Fleureaux, are a client of mine, and I look out for my clients; I made you perfect, and then they ruined you, and I just can’t abide by that.”
Story by
Renard De FleureauxArt by Yours Truly
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>“Can… I have… a drink…?” Renard wheezed, his great, wobbling mass jiggling like the San Andreas Fault was filled with strawberry jam. He reached out towards the Cheshire in front of him. Theo, a green and white cat who served as something of a benefactor on good days and a prankster with no sense of personal space on bad days, had all but carried the blubbery hybrid to the gym, forcing him on a treadmill. Promising a tasty new treat, he had taken the lolf’s beloved strawberry pops, blending them into a protein shake that, miraculously, tasted fantastic. Already, Renard couldn’t get enough of it.
“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. De Fleureaux,” the cheshire tutted. He put one hand against Renard’s doughy chest, easily stopping the lolf’s anemic attempts to snatch the shake in Theo’s other hand. “You’re lucky I got to you in time! Do you have any idea what those insidious rogues over at Fudgepackers do? They trick people into consuming their ghastly little treats, and then they blow them up, only to mold their swollen, tremulous bodies into whatever twisted fantasy they have in mind. Only it’s not a fantasy, it’s just a ploy to get more money.”
“Isn’t… that… what you do?” the lolf countered.
Theo feigned shock. “Mr. De Fleureaux, you wound me!” He snapped his fingers, and the holographic display on the treadmill showed an increase in speed; it was really no more than a brisk walk, but with the lolf’s vast, and increasingly pink, belly already scraping against the floor, and his wobbling thunder thighs rolling off one another like two prize hogs fighting over the last bit of slop, he may as well have been climbing Mt. Everest. “I do it for the sake of art.”
“Theo!” Renard shouted.
The cheshire smiled wide. “Just another mile, Mr. De Fleureaux, then we begin fencing. No better, more gentlemanly way to get in one’s calisthenics. And I’ll want you prepared, because I will be taking down Fudgepackers. You, my dear Mr. De Fleureaux, are a client of mine, and I look out for my clients; I made you perfect, and then they ruined you, and I just can’t abide by that.”
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 946 x 700px
File Size 281.9 kB
Intriguing. I wonder if it's Theo's brother or some other entity involved. I have to admit, while I'd love to get the muscles and strength Theo offers, I don't know if I'd have the will power to keep up the figure afterwards, even if he trained me through it. I have a terrible weakness for fine foods like Oriental, Italian, that sort of thing. And don't even get me started on sweets and chips. XD
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