/hfur/ Panda family [IN PROGRESS]

A cool breeze whipped against your face, as you stumble out of the bus. You glance at your phone, before turning out of the bus stop, and walking down the street. The late-noon sun provided the barest hint of warmth, peeking out behind a curtain of grey clouds. The suburb comes to life as you reach the house in question. A handful of gaudy, mis-matched lawn ornaments adorn the front of the house, while the carefree chatter of children playing carries from across the street. It's almost quiet for a weekend. But that suits you just fine. You reach the front door, it's worn metal gleam a far cry from the rest of the lawn. The doorbell is just as misplaced, a dull robotic tone closer in design to a car alarm than a welcoming ring. But you don't have time to ponder it, as the door opens, and reveals one of your two targets.

"Oh, hello Mr. Anon. What brings you here?"

Ms. Li beams at you, her eyes sparkling. The panda woman has always been incredibly earnest, so much so that it's almost off putting. As one of her daughter's teachers, you'd had ample opportunities to see that in action. Always the first to volunteer for chaperone duty, always the first to check on a sick acquaintance, the woman gave everything she did her absolute best effort. Apparently, this mentality had spread to her body as well. She was a statuesque 6'10, dwarfing you and most of your coworkers, along with most humans in the area. But rather than grow up, her body seemed to have grown out, making an otherwise lanky frame grow thick and stocky, with a plush layer of fat and fur concealing rippling sheaves of muscle. It was deceptive when still, as the short back and white fur was soft and downy, like a walking, breathing pillow. But occasionally, on the times you'd met, you'd see a glimpse of iron flesh, an audible tightening when she tensed up, or was startled. It was easy to forget, especially with what lied at eye level. Ms. Li had massive breasts, even proportionately. The pendulous orbs could barely be called breasts, closer to novelty beach balls filled with sand and stapled to her chest. The protruded from her chest, standing tall in pert almost-spheres, as if daring gravity to deform perfection itself. They strained against the only article of clothing the woman wore, a bright pink bathrobe, that just barely hid the pink of her nipples from view. It traced the curve of her body down past her midsection, highlighting her plump rear, and hugging her thick thighs, to just below the knee. There lied her second gift. Just as her body mocked the ideals of the female form, so to did it mock the masculine. Between her thighs, her robe deformed, a bulge creasing and lifting it. It was long, crawling just past her thigh, but not out of the ordinary for someone of her size. But the thickness was in a league of it's own. You'd heard a colleague call it a fire hydrant between her thighs, and while that was a bit of a stretch, you were hard pressed to come up with a better term. You could only see the front half of the bulge, but it reached from thigh to thigh, enough that it could be confused for a third leg at a glance.

"...-ight, Mr. Anon?"

And just like that, you're aware you've been leering at the woman for god knows how long. Collecting your thoughts, and praying that you aren't bushing, you address the reason for your visit.

"Yes, excuse me, Ms. Li. I'm here to discuss your daughters academic performance. Though, uh, I can reschedule if this is a bad-"

"Nonsense, nonsense! Please, come in!"

A meaty paw clasps your shoulder, and she ushers you through the doorway. Closing the door behind you, she escorts you into her living room. It's just as eccentric as the front lawn. The walls are painted in uneven splotches, light yellow giving way to beige and off-white at near random intervals. Tucked into a corner is an oversized grand piano, though any sheet music seems to have been replaced with a book about home decor. A bookshelf stands against another wall, filled with wrinkled and cracked books,and vases of varying sizes. The distinct lemony smell of cleaning fluid fills the air, but you can just barely detect a hint of...sweat, mixed with fish? While you try and place the familiar yet vague scent, Ms. Li addresses her daughter, sprawled on a plaid couch.

"Maddy! Your teacher is here! Look presentable."

Madeline Li, your problem student, didn't even twitch. A second bark from her mother got her off the couch, but it took one final word, and a hard edge to her voice, to convince the high schooler to sit with her mother on the couch across from you and actually make eye contact. It was obvious to anyone who Madeline's mother was. Even as a high school student, she had outgrown the rest of peers, and most of the high school staff. Her black sweatpants and yellowing sweater could only do so much to hide her developing body. When fully mature, she might even give her mother a run for her money. But the similarities ended there. Where Ms. Li was a dependable pillar of the community, Madeline shirked, or flat-out ignored any responsibilities handed to her. Where Ms. Li was willing to give her best, Madeline had to be begged and pleaded with to even try. Where Ms. Li was proactive, Madeline was a slacker to her core. So much so, that she was skirting the line between continued study, and complete expulsion. Any attempts to get her to change, by you or other staff, were met with dead silence, or a piercing glare.

The same glare she gives you, as you finish explaining to Ms. Li.

To her credit, she does shoot her daughter a glare of her own, before turning back to you.

"So, Mr. Anon. What can we do for my little lost Maddy?"

Her 'little Maddy' was now snarling at you so hard, you had to suppress a shudder. You regret that a woman as well respected and diligent as her had to raise such a hellion.

"Well Ms. Li-"

"Please, call me Leah."

She leans forward a smiles at you, and her bulbous breasts jiggle in response. You wonder if she's trying to flirt wit you to lessen her daughters punishment, but the thought is dispelled as soon as it crosses you mind. The woman hasn't so much as stolen a cookie during a bake sale. In all likelihood, she was probably just trying to be polite.

"Well, uh, Leah, I really don't want to see Madeline go. Despite her behavioral issues,"

You start, making sure not to look over at Madeline's vicious snarl,

"She has shown incredible perception when she wants to. She can a very bright student when she wants to be."

You pause for a second, and gather your thoughts. You don't want Madeline to leave necessarily. You can tell she's a bright young lady under the thuggish veneer.

"I think Madeline just needs a guiding hand outside of school. A way to help her vent her frustrations, so she can be more receptive in class. Maybe a physical hobby?"

You've just said something big. You don't know why, but the sneer has been wiped off Madeline's face, replaced by a look of trepidation. Her eyes dart toward her mother, and she shifts in her seat.

"Something physical? To keep her busy, and tire her out?"

Leah's hands are cupping her chin, her eyes focused on yours. Her brow furrows, and she chews her words before continuing.

"Well, I can think of one, but it'll be difficult to keep it consistent."

"Even that's a start. I'll help out however I can."

At that, Leah's eye meet yours, and a smile breaks onto her face. She leaps to her feet, and the floor beneath shakes from the impact.

"Really? Great! Then we can start right now!"

"Well, I don't..."

The words die in your throat, as Leah pulls at her satin covering, pulling it off her body with a flourish, and bathing her body in the cool air. Her freed tits jiggle to and fro with every small movement of her body, an almost hypnotic dance that demands attention. Below, her masculine testament hangs, vein two fingers thick sliding along its length. Every few seconds, it throbs, crawling along the sponge like flesh, and making her entire tool jump.

You're certain that your eyebrows have disappeared into your furrowed brow, and your tongue feels dry and rough. You wrench your attention away from the naked statue of innocent virility in front of you, and settle on her daughter. Her mouth is gaping, and her skin is flushed, but brow weighs heavy on her eyes, equal parts mortified and confused. If you hadn't had years of experience sandbagging high school antics, you were sure your expression would mirror hers. As if following your gaze, Leah turns to face her daughter, her mountainous profile twisting and jutting toward her young daughter.

"You heard the man Maddy. Now suck."

What the fuck.

"What the fuck!?!"

Madeline's mouth is still wide open, but her eyes flash with anger. Her outburst is enough to break the hypnotic hold on you.

"Ms. Li, This is incredibly inappropriate! Please, put something decent on, and we can talk about this like adults!"

At that, Leah turns around, her now half erect cock jutting almost a foot and a half from her crotch. There's a slight frown on her face, the plush fur dimpling her cheeks.

"What do you mean? You said she needed physical activity, yes?"

You force yourself to keep eye contact, but every so often, her prick pulses and lengthens, causing her prodigious, dangling balls, Watermelons of fuzz and flesh, to bump against her thigh, and draw your attention.

"Yes, physical activity! Like, like basketball, or martial arts, or, or, or something! Not...that."

Your voice is hoarse, and your eyes are pleading, but Leah's face only scrunches into a soft pout, eyes full of questions.

"Maddy is my daughter, Mr. Anon. I'm the only person who knows what she's going through."

As if on cue, Madeline gambles on her mothers lack of attention. She twists back into the couch, and springs out, a mix of desperation and determination on her face. But her mother's hand lashes out, and clamps down onto her shoulder. Madeline lets out a strangled cry, and tries to twist out of her mothers paw, but the iron vise doesn't relent. Madeline is, for the moment, anchored to her mother.

"Mr. Anon, Maddy is the biggest and strongest person in her school. Probably the strongest in the town, besides me. Would it really be okay if I forced her to play a team sport, or, god-forbid, martial arts?"

You didn't need to imagine. The one time you'd seen her play a team sport was train wreck. It's hard to convince a whole class to play dodge-ball when one person can throw rubber like a cannonball, and holds a grudge. And someone with that strength, in a straight fight? That was just murder. Seeing your face, Leah continues.

"She doesn't have the discipline for weightlifting, or the dedication for crafts. So it has to be an active hobby, where she doesn't have to worry about hurting anyone, and she has incentive to continue."

She's beaming now, and pulls her daughter closer to her. Her attitude and actions are dissonant, a warm smile addressing you, as she rubs her daughters face along her two and a half feet of cock flesh. Madeline's squeaks and moans are muffled,but still audible, as her hands push and pry at her mother's thighs.

"So, with your help, we'll keep her busy with some good, old fashioned, gut-fucking. Simple, right?"

"Wait, we?!? Ms. Li-"

"I said, call me Leah, dear."

"-I'm not going to help you rape your own daughter!"

That stops her. She looks at you, eyes widened, and she stops dragging her daughter's face along her dick. It seems you finally got through to her. You open your mouth to continue, but peals of laughter cut you off.

Leah doubles over, a booming melodic laugh spilling from her throat. Her shoulders are heaving, her breasts bouncing in time with her mirth, her free hand clutching at her stomach. You can't tell why. You don't find the situation comical at all. Her laughter subsides as she notices your pointed glare.

"Oh my," She says, wiping a tear from her eye. "You truly are a responsible adult, aren't you? I see why my daughter likes you."

What did that mean? Whatever, you couldn't get distracted now.

"I don't see the comedy in sexual assault Leah."

You give your voice as hard an edge as you can. Not that it means much against the tower of flesh masquerading as a mother before you. Not that she respects it either, judging from the lopsided, almost pitying grin she gives you as she pulls her daughter away from her dick.

Madeline's face is a mess, her own spit matting down the fur on her cheeks, eye shadow running down the side of her face and down her matted neck. Her eyes won't meet yours, almost locked down, gazing at the phallic tormentor.

Leah removes her hand from her daughter, a grin still on her face.

"Maddy. You can leave if you want. But if you do," she glances at you, and her knowing grin widens. "I won't fuck you for the next six months."

You were certain Madeline would bolt. What Leah had said had sounded like utter nonsense. It might as well have been gibberish. But Madeline was no longer held down, a girl her size could easily make it through the front door. But she doesn't. She doesn't jump, run, or even crawl away from her parental assaulter. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, her face flushed red, and you can't hold back your cry.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Leah's smile widens, and Madeline's blush deepens, as your confusion only grows. Then, your jaw drops, as Madeline moves her head forward, and plants a dainty kiss on the head of her mothers cock. Her crimson blush colors her fur, as she plants another and another, until she's dragging her tongue and lips along the length of her mothers womanhood. Leah puffs her chest out, and plants her hands on her wide hips, as her daughter lavishes care on her dick. Her bright smile meets your furrowed eyes, and she answers the unspoken question.

"People like us have needs, Mr. Anon. And like our bodies, they're stronger and bigger than most other peoples'. Really, you should be thankful I'm here for her. If she didn't have me to take care of her, she'd slake her lusts on people who can't handle her. Starting with you."

"Ugh, mom..."

Madeline's face is still hidden behind her mothers dickflesh, but her blush has progressed down her neck, and you can recognize whining embarrassment anywhere. Drops of clear sticky fluid cling between her face and Leah's cockhead.

"I'm just telling the truth sweetie, nothing wrong with that. Anyway, Mr. Anon, helping her with her urges is something I'm already used to. Why, just last week, when she called out sick? We spent most of the morning getting the worst of her lust out."

Any pretense of normalcy has flown out the window. You can hear her talking to you, and you know it's rude to not look her in the eye, but you can't tear your attention away from Madeline. The young girl is bathing the dick in front of her with spit and attention. When the dick twitches, and a stream of precum looses from the head, she cups her hand underneath, and slathers it along the underside of the massive tool.

"But if you think she still needs an outlet, then that just means that we need to increase the dickings, right? I didn't want to spoil the girl or anything, but I guess I may have been too strict. I'm so sorry for any trouble she's caused."

Leah continues on, but it's muffled and fuzzy, almost like she's speaking through a wall. When you make eye contact with Madeline, Leah's voice almost disappears. Madeline's pressed her cheek against her mother's thigh, her tongue lapping the root of the cock before her. Her hands, still slick with spit and precum, grope Leah's massive nuts. They knead and massage the pliant organs, letting her scrotum pool and spill around her fingers, before moving her hands up to massage the sides. Her face is still flushed, and there's a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, but now there's a sense of...joy in them as well.

"That's why I'm really glad you came to see her, even with your other obligations. If it's okay with you, I'd like us both to help her."

"S'alright..." You know you should pay more attention. But Madeline's actions are mesmerizing. She's panting, her chest heaving, but the fruit of her labor is clear. Leah's cock is glistening, a few bubbles of mixed spit and pre gathering at the cockhead. With a final effort, her mouth envelops them too, and when she pulls back, a single strand of spit connects her blushing, messy face with the shining, picture perfect dick.

"Fantastic! Oh, and Maddy's finished too! Great timing! Okay, then let's get started!"

What did you just agree to?

Madeline stand at that, and saunters over to you. She's swinging her hips, but it's clear she's not used to sensual movements. Where her mother had an elegant effortlessness to her every action, Madeline exaggerates every step, each swing of her hips slightly pulling her off balance. She towers over your sitting form, an easy 6'3" body blocking your every move. You feel a pit in your stomach drop as she brings her head in close, and before you can offer a word of resistance, her lips lock onto yours.

She's inexperienced, but she makes up for it with passion and raw size. Her lips mash into yours, as her tongue overwhelms your own, and explores the inside of your mouth. There's a sweet, subtle taste, almost like raspberries, but it's almost blocked out by the fish-like, slimy texture that coats her tongue, and clings to her lips. It's a wake up call that you need, as you flail your limbs and wrench her mouth away from yours.

"Wait, Wait!! Stop, you need to stop!"

Leah leans over the pair of you, her confused face mirroring her daughters.

"What's the matter? Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"Am I ... Leah, She's a teenager! A minor! We can't do this!"

You ignore the hurt look on Madeline's face. Emotional baggage or not, you need to get Leah to stop this, because you physically can't. But Leah only cocks her head in response.

"But she loves you."

"But she's only a teen!"

"But I'm okay with it."

"Isn't there someone you're forgetting to ask?"

"'But we know you care for her. And you're attracted to her. Us. You've had an erection the entire time here."

You look down to your crotch. Your sailor stands at a full salute, the traitor. In the madness that had unfolded, you hadn't even recognized your own arousal. Still, you look back at Leah and her daughter. They're sharing a smug smile, Madeline's hurt feelings no longer lingering.

"Okay, sure, but that still doesn't mean we can fuck! I mean, it's illegal. Like, super illegal, I'm pretty sure."

"No one has to know. And if we stay here, we can just say that you and mom were screwing."

The first full sentence she's said to you all day, possibly all week, and it's trying to get into your pants. You'd be impressed, if your sense of weirdness wasn't already busted. You're stammering over your words now. Trying to find some magic phrase, some secret code, that could get you free. Your desperation must be showing, because Madeline's smile grows wider and wider. Just as you fear she's about to pounce, Leah lets out a sigh.

"Let him up Maddy."

"What!? Mom, why?"

Leah's backed away from the couch, a hand on her daughters shoulder, guiding her off your chest. Your thankful for the sudden change of heart, but you can't help but be somewhat dubious.

"We're not going to force him into something against his will. We're not like them."

There's such venom and vitriol behind that word, you're surprised the air doesn't sizzle as she spits it. There's something dark hidden there, and a flash of pain and pure hated crossed her face, before her eyes relax, and her caring smile re affixes itself. Madeline backs away to, and there's a moment of quiet, as you eye each other, every little moment scrutinized. It doesn't last long, though, as a playful smirk splits Leah's face, and she puts her hands on her daughters shoulders.

"But, that doesn't mean we can't show him what he's missing. After all, it is our house."

Her hands fly apart, along with Madeline's dull sweatshirt. Her bare chest bounces in the air, generous breasts the size of her head, before she swings her arms up in reflex, covering her tits.

"Mom!!"

But Leah wastes no time. Herhands move to Madeline's bottom. They clasp the edges of her sweatpants, and pull. Away come the sweats, along with the panties, and Madeline is exposed for you to see, creamy white fur giving way to deep black, highlighting her own pert ass, slender thighs, and impressive erect dick. Leah's hands wrap around her waist, and without even a grunt, Madeline is hoisted into the air, straddling her mothers dick. Leah smiles, not a hint of malice or disappointment, as Madeline's head nestles into her busom, and her own, technically smaller, yet still somehow titanic dick grinds into the phallic flesh supporting her.

"Now then, Mr. Anon. I promised my daughter a gutfucking. And I always keep my promises. We'd love it if you joined us. But if you just want to watch for today, that's fine too."
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