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In the back room of the Toon town bar, Bagheera sat with his chin in a woman's lap and let his ears be scratched.

She'd come in, walked back the hugely muscled cartoon wrestler by the door, past the hand-drawn Greek strongman. Past the green cartoon snake coiled up under a table, past Bugs warming up for his Thursday comic routine. She ignored the rabbit's wandering eye, just as she did the other looks cast her way. She saw what she wanted and went right to the table with the three cartoon great cats.

Even there she walked right past the muscular snow leopard with the modern hyper-detailed fur of CGI cartoon movies. Toons here varied from realism like that to the scribbled look of very old or cheap newer cartoons. Across the table from the snep was one of the scribbly ones, a semi-anthropomorphic tiger who used to work as the Esso mascot. "Later, Exxon," he'd say with a smile. He and Tony the cereal mascot were almost identical in build, just drawn in a different style.

Not this time. She walked past him too, sat next to Bagheera, and put her hand boldly on the black panther's neck.

"Well now," growled Tai Lung, and the Esso tiger grinned. "Someone's got a fan."

"It happens," Bagheera purred, as his nape was stroked. The woman commenced to scratch his ears and any cat, big or small, won't say no to that.

"I know it's rude," said the woman, who as far as they could tell had never been in the bar before. "But I've been a fan since I was little. Sleek black cats are just my thing and you are why. I told myself that if I ever met you, I'd go straight for the petting."

"Much obliged," purred Bagheera, with his chin in her lap. Here in the public part of the bar that was as far as he went, though she wore shorts so short he could have stuck his muzzle up the leg and hit pussy.

"I hear," said the woman, "That toons aren't fully drawn most of the time. There are parts the animators leave out."

"Mustn't shock the mother watching the cartoon over her son's shoulder," growled the Esso tiger agreeably.

"There are other sorts of cartoons," purred Tai Lung, who hadn't given up on the idea of getting the sort of attention Bagheera was getting. Hopefully with her stroking something other than his neck. "In some, all the parts are fully drawn."

"Not here, though," agreed the Esso cat, who was as smooth between the legs as a furry Ken doll. Out here in public he was, anyway. He and Tai Lung often sat together and the tiger was learning a lot from the snow leopard.

"I'm sure there's somewhere around here where you could have a look at all the parts," purred Tai Lung.

He was too late. Bagheera had already risen to his feet and led the woman to a side door. She fed a toonbuck into a slot in the wall and the two disappeared as the door closed behind them.

"Greedy," muttered Tai Lung. "There was enough of her for all of us."

"It would be crowded in one of those rooms with three of us and her," growled the Esso tiger.

"I'm sure she'd find some way to fit all of us in," grinned Tai Lung, and in the in the absence of an eager fan to shtup, the two called for another round of drinks.

It wasn't the first time a lifelong fan followed a toon into one of the side rooms. This was why the rooms were here. She was stepping out of her shorts before the door was fully shut and pulled Bagheera's muzzle to her crotch. "Show me," she said.

As the first rasp of sandpaper panther tongue rolled over her pussy Bagheera lay down beside her on the floor. With feline flexibility he kept his tongue on her sex even as he rolled on his side. His haunches were by her breasts and she stroked down between his muscular hind legs, finding nothing there. No sheath, no balls, not even an asshole up under his tail.

Then as if by magic her hand was on his balls and an already half unsheathed panther cock pressed against her wrist. She gripped his furry sheath and squeezed. Something moved beneath her fingers and her hand was wrapped around the base of a barbed feline cock.

She knew what she was getting into when he came to Toontown but the sensation of a warm, fleshy shaft in her grip was at odds with the four-color look of a cartoon panther. Still, Bagheera was licking her pussy and she'd wanted to be exactly where she was now for years.

She opened her mouth for the panther's thorny tip, but paused. She wanted the panther in her, but not like that.

She was sitting on the floor next to the cat. All she had to do was step across him with one knee, direct his tip upward with her hand, and settle down atop Bagheera's cock. Bagheera rolled fully onto his back and toon bits met mundane pussy.

Ouch! He was about human sized down there, thicker at the base but more tapered than a man. His cock slid in easily enough, but when she stood up on her knees to begin bouncing she found what the barbs were for. Each time she moved to let him slide back out, they scraped painfully through her pussy. She'd seen lionesses snarl and swipe at their mates when the male pulled out, and now she knew why.

Bagheera wasn't her only cartooon cat crush. Battle Cat was another toon she'd like to visit, though she wasn't sure the huge cat's cock would fit inside her. Bagheera was small compared to He-Man's mount and his shaft fit into her just fine.

"Always nice to meet a fan," Bagheera purred. He hooked his forepaws over her thighs, urging her on whenever the sting of barbs made her slow down.

She rode the black cat's cock, yelping with each withdrawal, until with a long groan she came. It didn't take long, because she'd fantasized about this her whole adult life. It was everything she'd wanted, just her, Bagheera, and the cartoon panther's cock.

As she settled down atop him, sated, Bagheera snarled. The padded paws gripped down on her thighs and there was sudden pain as his claws came out and scratched her. Bagheera bucked, thrusting up into her. There was nothing cartoonish about what happened then. She didn't swell up with great quantities of panther cum. She didn't even feel it come out of his cock, but she felt it pulsate. There was no doubt what just happened.

"Did," she said, stunned. "Did you just come in me?"

"Well," purred Bagheera, sleek and black and relaxed beneath her, "It seemed the right thing to do, given the circumstances."

"But you're a toon," she complained. "Toons don't come."

"Who told you that?" purred the panther. "Normally we don't have the bits, but when they are there, they are there. You held my cock in your hand. What did you think would happen if you rode me?"

"But, but," she sputtered. "What will my boyfriend think if I come home with a half-toon in my belly?"

Bagheera blinked up at her. "Ah," the panther thought. "It's one of these." It was no surprise, really. The line between "So horny she'll fuck a toon she just met" and "Weird fixations based on who knows what" is a thin one.

"Not to worry," he purred. "Toons can't make babies with mundanes. If I could knock up a human woman, I'd know by now. And Pepe wouldn't be the only one with a dozen half-toon kids, if we could make a baby with one."

"But I didn't put a condom on you," she went on.

"Even if it were possible," purred Bagheera in his most reasonable tone, "You aren't in your fertile time. I'd smell it. And even then, just one fuck -"

"This is your fault!" She thumped him in the breastbone. He wasn't much bigger than her, but a leopard is a lot stronger than a human pound for pound, even a cartoon leopard. Under the toony fur was sleek panther muscle and her palm just bounced off.

"Now see here," Bagheera purred. "You followed me in here, you climbed on top of me, you got a pussy full of panther cock. We can fuck all night or you can leave, but don't yell at me for doing what you wanted."

"I'm going to get pregnant," she said. "And it's all your fault. There has to be some way to keep it from happening."

"I can think of one," purred Bagheera in the tone of a panther who has just about run out of patience. His padded forepaws let go of her thighs and reached up, wrapping around her chest and pulling her down atop him.

"What," she said, and then her head was in his mouth.

Bagheera didn't hesitate. He got his raspy tongue beneath her chin and with one great gulp her head was a bulge in his dark neckfur. His fur moulded cartoonishly tight to her face and he felt it dimple in at her eyes and suddenly open mouth. For a moment she was too shocked to protest and he curled his maw up to meet her as he pulled her close with his forepaws. With a side to side wriggle of his muzzle her shoulders slipped in.

She began to struggle, but his jaws were already to her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides. Bagheera rolled up into a sitting position with a heave of effort and her weight once more impaled her on still-stiff panther cock. Bagheera worked his jaws over her with lazy ease and the bulge of her shoulders made its way gradually down his neck.

Her thighs were hooked over his haunches and his padded paws sank into her butt, holding her tight to his belly. He was much stronger than she was and all she could do was kick and grip his fur as he swallowed her whole. Cartoonishy flexible, his maw took her in easily. Soon enough his jaws were to her hips and he'd have to pull her off his cock to finish swallowing.

Not just yet. Bagheera rocked back and forth, working his shaft in and out as best he could given the position. Her hands were just outside his lips and she gripped his pelt, sometimes trying to get a grip and pull herself back out and sometimes twitching as his barbs dragged partway out of her sex. From far down his gullet came her muffled yelps. The last time he was in her she bounced until she came, but this time she knew that as soon as he finished she'd slide down his throat.

Her efforts to pull herself out were futile and soon enough Bagheera's tail twitched. A long growl bubbled up out of the panther as he spent himself for a second time. Bagheera sighed, relaxed, and with a grunt of effort pulled her off his cock.

All she could do was squirm as she was lifted by his padded forepaws. With a heave of his muzzle her hips were gone and all that was left was a set of legs kicking from his jaws. Bagheera swallowed with all his might and she was gone to the knees. His furry body bulged oddly as her head and shoulders slipped into his stomach. She wasn't much smaller than he was and would make a formidable meal.

With a snap of his muzzle her feet kicked from his jaws and Bagheera pawed off her shoes. One dewclaw caught on a sock and pulled it halfway off as well but Bagheera didn't bother with them once the shoes thumped to the floor. Bagheera stretched his muzzle upward, letting her feet slip into his jaws, closed his mouth and swallowed.

It took two gulps, the first leaving a bulge of feet in his toony neck. Bagheera tensed, swallowed, and purred as his latest human lover slipped whole down his throat, socks, shirt and all. His midsection swelled with almost his full weight in prey but his belly was as cartoonishly flexible as his jaws. All she could go was squirm beneath his fur, balled up in her cartoon crush's stomach.

Bagheera yawned, getting his jaws back into shape after the elastic gape he'd needed to eat her. He'd swallowed bigger prey, but it was still quite a good meal.

Not all toon predators were as easygoing as he was. Some took one look at a tourist and imagined the lumpy bulge they'd be in a little while. He for his part would happily have fucked her all night and let her walk out the door afterward. "Probably," Bagheera thought. "Fifty-fifty."

Bagheera rose to his paws, belly so heavily laden he barely kept it from dragging the floor. The lumpy bulge squirmed and kicked. It was common around here for a toon to trick a mundane by claiming that a visit to a toon's stomach is safe. And it is, for other toons. Even some toons could hold a human inside and let them back out safely.

Not Bagheera. Even a cartoon panther is still a panther and the struggle inside him intensified as the caustic slime coating his belly stung her skin. With food in his gut his body responded and more acid trickled in by the moment. Toons didn't need naughty bits, or even assholes most of the time. He'd needed the first when she climbed atop him and he'd need the second as what used to be a lifelong fan worked its way through his bowels. These side rooms had toilets and it wasn't just for the use of mundane visitors. Sometimes it was because of them.

He picked up the woman's shoes in his mouth, pawed open a drawer and dropped them in. Detritus like this eventually left Toontown and ended up at a thrift store or at the dump. He looked around, but there was nothing else to show she'd ever been here. They never even made it onto the bed and the only evidence she ever visited was the bulge in his middle.

Bagheera pushed the door open with his forehead and waddled out, belly swaying from side to side. He peeked outside first and found no other mundanes in attendance. He lumbered back to the table where Tai Lung and the Esso cat still sat.

Bagheera sat awkwardly atop his swollen belly. The pressure forced a long belch out of him and the struggle in his gut redoubled as most of the air was forced out. Trapped in the caustic hell of his stomach the woman must know there was no escape. She was just food for a cartoon cat now.

"Greedy," Tai Lung grumbled. Bagheera grinned and licked his chops with a wash of pink tongue. "She was a fan of us cats, you wretched thing. You could at least have let us have a taste first."

The woman's struggle was ending. Starved of air and burnt by panthery stomach juices, she kicked a last time and was still. A long slow gurgle of digestion made it through the fur as acids filled the last open spaces left in Bagheera's belly. She wasn't the first fan to take a trip through Bagheera's guts, and she likely wouldn't be the last.

"I wasn't going to eat her," Bagheera purred.

"Sure," the Esso tiger mocked. "She just tripped and fell into your mouth."

"I," the panther purred, "Would have been happy to fuck her all night, or even share." Now it was Tai Lung's turn to snort derisively. "But after just one fuck she started going on about getting pregnant. 'What will I tell my boyfriend,' she said, and went on and on no matter how I tried to explain."

"Ah," Tai Lung purred. "One of those."

Some mundanes came here convinced that any fuck, with any species toony or otherwise, inevitably led to a bun in the oven. With some, it verged on being their main fetish.

"Those can be annoying," growled the Esso tiger. He was content to merely fuck mundanes. One of these days some human would prove too annoying and find out that even a cartoon tiger is still a tiger, but it hadn't happened yet.

"Eventually," Bagheera purred, "After too much of his, she said "If only there was some way to keep from getting pregnant''."

The panther turned his head and looked at the now silent bulge in his middle. "And what do you know, pregnancy is no longer a worry for her."

"Well," growled the Esso cat, and Tai Lung shrugged as well. "It's one way to be sure."

Bagheera pushed a paw against the lumpy bulge, getting his meal situated for easiest digestion. The push forced out one last bubble of air, probably from the woman's lungs. Bagheera burped and flopped over on his side against the wall. Even for a toon, a meal this large was grounds for a good long digestive nap.

The door opened just then and in came a mundane couple. The man looked around, kissed his presumed wife, and went over to talk to a massive cartoon bear sat by the bar. The woman's eye fell on Tai Lung and she brightened. She made her way over and sat where the now slowly dissolving woman sat earlier.

"Sorry," she said. "I know its rude, but -"

"Worry not," purred Tai Lung. The Esso tiger rested chin on hand and waited to see how it would all play out. "Fans are welcome here."

She smiled and ordered a drink. As she turned and waved to the bartender, a massive cartoon bull who'd been in a couple of Bugs Bunny cartoons, her foot bumped into the sleeping panther.

"Goodness," she exclaimed. Her eyes fell on the lumpy bulge in Bagheera's middle. "What -"

"Pay him no mind," growled the Esso cat. "Minerva likes to sleep inside him."

"Minerva Mink? The one from, what was that show -"

"Animaniacs," Tai Lung purred, going along with the lie even though he'd later have words with his tiger friend. The bulge was twice the size of the cartoon mink. The Esso cat wasn't much of a predator but he should have picked a more believable meal.

Luckily the woman was new to the bar and unfamiliar with the relative sizes of toons. Also luckily, the music for Bug's set started up just then. Without that to drown out the gurgle emanating from Bagheera's middle, she might have twigged to what was really going on. As it was, only the two cats with their keen hearing heard it. The panther's lover was starting her trip though her cartoon crush's digestive tract. It would be a full day before the bulge in his middle was fully consumed.

"Anyway," the woman said, her attention back where it belonged as far as Tai Lung was concerned. "We've never been to toon town before. My husband and I like to, well, get out from time to time."

"Do tell," purred Tai Lung. "Swingers, are we?"

"A little," she smiled.

She wasn't kidding. Already her husband was disappearing into one of the side rooms with a toon three times his size. Bruno the bear was equally happy to visit with male or female tourists. He hardly ever ate them, which meant his wife was off the menu too, but that was fine. Tai Lung was more in a mood to end up inside her a few times than to have her end up inside him.

"I've heard," she said breathlessly, "That even though toons look, well, there's nothing down there," and she looked from the Esso tiger's crotch to Tai Lung's, "That when the cartoon calls for it -"

"Mmm-hmm," purred Tai Lung. The Esso tiger slugged down the last of his beer and rose to his feet. Tai Lung rose as well, and fed a toonbuck into a slot in the wall. He opened a different door than Bagheera used earlier, just in case the panther left some evidence of his meal.

"There's only one way to know for sure," Tai Lung purred, and moments later the door snicked shut behind the three of them. They had gotten the doors here mostly soundproofed over the last few months. The yelp as she was taken fore and aft by two barbed cat cocks barely made the dozing panther stir where he lay.