Here I introduce my, OC, Gary, and his new friend/master, Bagheera! Their relationship is heavily inspired by  Cheshire_Cat_Master. I ADORE is version of the Cheshire cat, and want a voracious cat of my own. This is the first in likely many stories that will feature these two together. There will definitely be vore in the future as well as adult stuff or at least the implication of it, but here, there is just the threat of vore, smelly belches, and a revelation that a certain panther loves human feet, Do enjoy!

Of course, I do not own Bagheera.

If you had told a certain human named Gary that he would be shipwrecked in the Indian jungle on his 20th birthday, he would never have gone on that trip.
It was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime research trip. Now a sophomore in college, Gary knew that he wanted to be a biology major.
He wanted to study animals. His parents would take him to the zoo all the time, and his jaw would drop every time he gazed at the sizes of elephants, lions, tigers…
But enough of that! The point is, he was on a research trip to Christmas Island to study birds, and he was thrown off. Or, to quote the pirates that had taken over the ship, he “walked the plank”.
They hadn’t expected him to be a good swimmer. He didn’t even expect to make it all the way to the mainland. Now that he had gotten as far as he did, he wasn’t going to second-guess, his luck. He had to find civilization. Or a village. Just anything he could use to let everyone in the States know that he was still alive, and that he desperately needed to get back home.
But trees and tall plants dominated the scene as far as his human eyes could see.
“Ohhh…” Gary sighed, falling to his knees in defeat. “I’ve been walking this path for hours. I’m thirsty, hungry, and my feet hurt!”
A chill went down his spine. He knew what kind of animals prowled around these jungles. Tigers, panthers, maybe even apes? Elephants? No, elephants were herbivores. But that didn’t mean that an elephant wouldn’t kill him if it thought Gary was going to attack. He wished his had something. Even just a tiny knife could go a long way. Even to hunt. He didn’t know when, or if, he would get out of the jungle. And if he had to hunt, like an animal, he would have to hunt.
Exhausted, weary, and longing for a nice shower, Gary trudged on.
“I hope my scent isn’t getting stronger from all this sweating…” he said. “Damn! I’m talking to myself now…OH! Now I’m totally losing it!”
Calls of birds and large lizards filled his ears. Sometimes it sounded like they were right on his neck. Every time that happened, he started into a run. The rational part of his mind told him that they were probably not a threat, but he wasn’t thinking rationally. All he was thinking about was what all animals think about when they are lost. Survival.
Fallen branches and twigs being crushed under his boots startled him, and Gary burst into yet another sprint down a muddy path, dodging plant after plant.
“Run…run…RUUUNNNN!”
The toe of his boot caught a rock, and the hapless human went flying into the air.
Gary landed with a thud, with his elbows taking the force of the fall. He whimpered, angry at his own stupidity and carelessness. Sighing, he rested his cheek against the filthy jungle ground, ready to give up. “I’m done…” he told himself, fighting back a sob. “How hilarious. I spend my whole life wanting to study animals, and I die like one. Stupid, helpless, lost, and just waiting for death.
Lifting his face up and wiping a tear from his eye, he saw it. He saw his temporary salvation.
The mouth of a large cave-like whole was not twenty feet from where he lay. Even in the harsh light of the sun, Gary couldn’t even see where the inside of the natural haven ended. Oh, it was too good to be true.
It might not have been the border of civilization that he was looking for, but that cave would certainly keep him safe so he could rest. If the universe was now starting to care about him, maybe he would find food, like fruit around too.
The human smiled, triumphantly picking himself off the dirt and brushing his elbows clean.
Thank God! He cheered in his mind as his heart soared. I’m not going to die today. Not today!
And then, just as he was finally catching a break, a whole new sound that wasn’t a bird or a reptile or one of his clumsy feet stomping on a twig.
It was an earth-splitting roar.
Rrrrrrooooaaaaaawwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!
Gary yipped, his arms suddenly at his sides, frozen in fear. The sound. That terrible bellow had come from inside the cave. The human mentally kicked himself for his stupidity. A home that convenient in the jungle? No doubt some horrible beast had already claimed it for itself.
And now his stupidity had gotten himself eaten.
His toes curled in his boots, keeping him as still as a stone. Even though it was futile, he couldn’t bring himself to move. Some primal evolutionary need to stay still in the presence of one’s demise was taking over the human, and he certainly did not appreciate it.
And then he heard the footsteps.
Heavy, proud, confident footsteps of huge, padded paws.
Out of the shadows came an enormous cat. A panther to be exact. It was much larger than any of the big cats Gary had ever seen in the zoo before. As its frame manifested from out of the darkness, Gary could see that it had shoulders that could pop his bones without effort if they wanted. The cat’s huge chest was an intimidating sight on its own.
But the first thing the sun’s light gave the human a perfect view of as the panther’s head. Two large, inquisitive black ears were displayed, almost happily. A pair of deep green eyes stared straight into his, making his very soul cower in terror.
And then there was the mouth.
Calling it horrifyingly large would have been an understatement to Gary. He suddenly didn’t know if all panthers in this part of the world were that huge, or if this one was just a freak of nature, but it seemed like it could be a cave on its own. Even with closed lips, the human could tell that this cat could swallow him whole.
And those close lips were locked in a cruel smile as the panther approached Gary, with its huge, thick hips swinging behind it in almost a seductive manner, and his tail swishing about hypnotically.
“A human? In my home?” the panther laughed. “Oh my, I hope I’m not dreaming, because this is simply too lovely to not be true.”
The panther’s words did nothing to sate Gary’s fear. He just stood there, looking as dumb as a sack of rocks, in total terror of the cat.
“By what providence has fate brought you here, little one?” the cat smirked.
Gary, a five-foot-eight-inch human, was being called ‘little one’ by a cat. That should give you an idea of just how massive this panther was.
“I…” the human stammered. ‘I’m a college student. Pirates…they…”
He froze again. The panther was on the move. If how the panther sounded was any indication, it was a male. Gary didn’t want to check the cat’s body to be sure. If it were obvious what he was doing, the panther might take offense and kill him even more brutally.
The panther smirked, showing rows of huge teeth the size of small knives. He circled the human like a shark ready to claim its prey. As he moved, the cat sniffed him up and down. Suddenly Gary was glad the last wash he had was in the Indian Ocean. Maybe if the panther didn’t like how he smelled he wouldn’t be eaten.
But that idea was quickly put to bed.
“Mmmmmmm…” the panther purred as he finished his tour around the human. “My my, you smell quite appetizing, little one. And you look soooo tender. Not a ton of meat on you, but no doubt you would still make a delightful dish.” The panther sat down on his haunches, now most of his black-furred body on display. Even sitting down, the panther was taller than Gary.
“So,” continued the panther, with a happy glow in his eyes. “A college student? Fascinating. I don’t mean to brag, but I consider myself one of the most cultured cats in all the jungles of the world.”
“I guess that is interesting…” Gary wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation. He was too focused on not being mauled to bits.
The panther cocked his head, losing his smile. “My poor thing, you look absolutely miserable. Come. I’ll show you into my home, and you can make yourself comfortable.”
“What do you mean?” the human asked.
“I mean, I want you to come into my home. No doubt you’ve had an exhausting trip. Then you can tell me the rest of your thrilling tale. I bet Robert Louis Stevenson couldn’t dream of the thrilling chases you’ve had to get here.”
The human was speechless. Not simply because he had no idea how a damn panther could know who Robert Louis Stevenson is, but because the cat no longer looked like he wanted to make a meal of him.
“You…you want me to come in to your home?”
“Aren’t we both speaking English?” the panther frowned. “Yes, that was clear.”
“You’re not going to eat me?”
“Honestly, little one,” the panther sighed. “That remains to be seen. I must confess, humans are delectable. In fact, there is one thing I love about them that I can’t say about any other creature. Besides that, I have actually had experience with a human once before, so I also sort of have a soft spot for them. Now, let me tell you this: You can either stay out here, exhausted, tired, lost, and doomed to be killed by some creature, or you can rest up in here, under my protection, knowing that there’s a chance I’ll eat you later. Little one, it’s just a matter of when you’d like to be eaten. Now or later. Personally, I’d go with later.”
The panther turned around, his tail swishing about. As he turned his back to the human, the cat’s thick, massive, fuzzy rump swayed with each step he took into the cave.
Gary shook his head, clearing his head of the brief hypnosis that the panther’s hips gave him. Above all else, the panther had made a good point.
He would prefer getting eaten later.
As he walked into the panther’s home, the first thing that caught him was the smell. Honestly, it was a bit smelly. But it wasn’t like the panther bathed, presumably. And compared to other animal homes, like an elephant’s or a gorilla’s, Gary was willing to bet that this panther was rather clean.
The place wasn’t as dark as the outside made it look. There were many cracks in the structure to the cave that allowed sunlight to pass through. Lying down in the middle of the cavern room, the panther rested with his belly against the floor, arms crossed so he could rest his head in his massive paws.
Not wanting to be a rude guest, Gary took the edge of the room that was where the panther’s eyes were focused. If they were going to talk some more, this would be the best way to do it. And while they were talking, Gary could put to bed the idea of eating him from the cat’s predatorial mind.
“So, little one,” the panther smiled, as he lifted his head from his paws. “Tell me more about these pirates.”
Gary gulped. “I mean…they took over the ship. I was the only one that didn’t have any ransom money to give them, so they threw me into the ocean. And then, I managed to swim all the way to shore, and now I’m here.”
“Yikes!” the panther laughed. “Well, I’m glad that you made it here. Oh!” The cat raised a paw to his lips in surprise. “How rude of me! Sorry, it’s not often I have new company over. My name is Bagheera. But my friends mostly call me ‘Baggy’ for short. What do they call you?”
“Well, they call me Gary…because my name is Gary.”
“Then I shall call you that too, Gary.” Bagheera nodded. “Now, Gary, your clothes must be absolutely filthy from your journey. Come on, take off those nasty things so you can get cleaned up.”
The human just blinked in surprise. “Ummm, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because…it’s weird…also, I don’t want you thinking more about eating me.”
The panther face-pawed, sighing once more, and showing some teeth. “Little one, if I wanted to savagely strip you of your clothes, I could easily do that. Looking at more of your flesh might make me hungrier, but I can contain myself. My decision to eat you or not to eat you will not be affected by it.”
“Okay. I guess I believe you…”
“Now,” the panther swatted a paw. “at least take off those boots. Your feet must be begging for freedom after all that walking you did.”
Reluctantly, Gary obeyed. He grabbed his left boot in his hands and began to take it off, and instantly, a feeling of euphoria hit him. Yes. His feet were begging to be let out. Some of the pain was already melting away as the rest of his foot came sliding out of the boot, and he grabbed the other one with his hands.
And then he let out a yip. Bagheera was now standing above him, chest and thick arms above the human’s head. The cat was eyeing the boot hungrily, and a chill went down his spine yet again.
“Liar!” Gary cried. “You said it wouldn’t make you want to eat me.”
But Bagheera was no longer paying any attention. The panther had the boot in his huge paw, and he was eyeing the inside of it. In the next moment, Bagheera raised the footwear up to his head, shoved his nose inside of it, and took a massive whiff that Gary could easily hear.
Open exhaling, the panther had a look of total euphoria on his face. “Ohhhhh…thank you for that, Gary. Been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure.”
“What did you do that for?” Gary asked, taking a retreat against the wall.
“Remember when I said that humans have something unique that I love?” Bagheera paused. With a single claw, he swiped Gary’s sock off his free foot, slowly, almost sensually, sliding it off. Surprisingly, his sock was still in great condition. They hadn’t gotten soaked from the ocean, and the only thing about them was Gary’s natural scent that was coated on it through hours of wear and sweat. Bagheera raised the sock to his nose, shoving it against it as he took another massive whiff. His muscular chest going in and out as he did. “Ahhhhh….I love socks, Gary. I love footwear. No other creature wears them. To me, they smell delicious.”
“Ewww.” Gary frowned.
“Think about it,” the panther smiled, spinning the sock with a singe paw digit. “I’m a predator. I typically love natural scents of my food. Socks and shoes hold it in. Makes sense to me.” Bagheera raised the sock once again to his nose, taking another whiff, with a drunken smile on his face. “Mmmm so sweet. Your have great feet, little one.” Bagheera’s eyes went down to the human’s bare foot. Gary couldn’t help but wiggle his free toes. “There’s a sweetness to them, and a great smelliness to them too that is simply intoxicating to a panther like me.”
“If you like smelly.” Gary said, returning a smile for the first time. “I guess that’s why you live here. This place kinda stinks.”
“Well I’m sorry, Gary,” Bagheera playfully smirked. “Not all of us have air fresheners in the jungle. Besides, I don’t like getting wet. Besides, you’re going to have to get used to it, now that you’re here.”
“What do you mean?” Gary asked.
Bagheera approached him, looking the human straight in the eyes. There was a hunger there like there wasn’t any time before. A huge paw bigger than Gary’s chest pinned him against the cave wall, and the cat leaned in, hungrily.
“Now, little one,” Bagheera smiled. The panther’s breath washed over the human’s face. Gary fought the urge to wince. It was awful. Of course, the breath of a carnivore was probably never pleasant. It made the odor of the cave seem floral. It was fetid, with digesting meat likely the source of the stink deep within the panther’s bowels. He sensed that Bagheera knew that his breath stank, surely part of the reason he put his enormous head right against his. “I’ve decided,” the panther continued. “That I am once again in want of a human companion. Mowgli, my former human, now has gone to live in the man village, and you will make an excellent, maybe even better replacement.”
“But…” Gary whimpered. “But I’m a university student. I need to get, back!”
Bagheera sighed. “Ugghhh, maybe I’ll work on that sometime, but for now, you are mine. Your feet are mine. Your delightfully smelly socks and boots are mine. You’re too cute to let go so soon.”
Gary shivered. There was something in the cat’s words that made his mind wander to the other possible implications.
His mind flashed back to the hypnotic swaying of the panther’s thick hips and tail.
“Now, dinner will be at sundown. I know I may seem like a civilized, cultured cat, but I am still a panther, mind you. It’s taken me a long time to bring these two sides of me to a satisfying compromise, but I am rather proud of how far I’ve come. I try not to be a messy eater, and, considering that now I have a pet human, I’ll try to set a good example for you. However, don’t expect me to apologize for the stink the cave with certainly experience once the meal is through.”
“What do you mean?” Gary winced.
“My boy,” Bagheera smirked, patting his chest several times with a paw. “you’ll find out shortly that I am a very gassy panther.”
Before the human could process the new information, a titanic gurgle came from deep within the giant cat’s chest, and it slowly rose to the beast’s throat and-
“BBBRRRAAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!”
And Gary was hit with the full force of the panther’s gastric gasses. If he thought Bagheera’s breath was awful, the belch was a whole other level. The human’s hand flew to his nose, as he swatted the stinky air around him.
“Oh, god,” Gary cried. “I don’t even want to know what it is you ate that could stink so much.”
“You’ll observe all my eating habits in our time together, Gary.” Bagheera chuckled. As he laughed, the panther picked Gary’s sock up one more time, smacking his chops at the sight of it, and gave it one last deeeeeeeeep sniff. Sighing in bliss, he winked at the human. “Thanks for the appetizer, little one.” And he stuffed the sock in his mouth, chew in it loudly and shamelessly.
“Your breath is going to reek even more after that.” Gary said, now smiling again. “But I think you’re taking that as a good thing.”
Bagheera nodded, raising his thick, muscular neck up high and downing the sock in a loud GULP!
“Ohhh….” His tongue fell out of his mouth, as he sucked his paw-fingers clean of any taste of the sock left on them. “Yes, Gary, I think we will simply adore our time together.”