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A sharply well-dressed mouse stood nervously outside of Lunette's dressing room door. He adjusted his tie with a heavy gulp; a shaking hand now moving to open the door. It was never a good thing when she had to personally call upon him. As her agent, he knew the routine by now. When a pleasant discussion was to be had, she came to him. When it came to the opposite, she demanded he'd come to her. Worse still, he knew what this was about. There was no way she wouldn't find out, but still, he had to feign ignorance somehow. He wasn't the first agent she ever had, and probably not the last; but he was the longest lasting, and he would prefer to keep it that way.

He drew in a deep breath and stepped into her room; his nervous eyes quickly cutting over to the ever so fashionable and gorgeous masked Umbreon lounging on the most comfiest of couches with her expertly well-kept paws propped up on a coffee table, sipping on a cup of tea. Those sharp, red eyes quickly met his; and that was enough to cause him to sweat buckets in an instant. With another heavy swallow, he stepped in further and closed the door behind him, breaking eye contact while setting about in a nervous pace within her room.

"So Francis," the Umbreon kept her eyes focused on the mouse as she crossed one foot over the other with a lazy, deliberate wiggle of her toes, "Care to explain why production on my latest film has halted?" She took a long sip of her tea while gazing at her agent expectantly.

Francis squeaked nervously. He anxiously tapped his fingers together while curling his tail around his right leg, "W-well...um...you...y-y'see, the film was bought out," Francis replied shyly.

Silence--save for Lunette taking another long sip before she gently set the cup down on the table. "Bought out? Explain," she said calmly, resting her hands on her stomach, "I can't imagine who would have the audacity to interfere with one of my movies."

"Well um, it was another studio, y'see. They're associated with some people with some deep pockets, and they're not very happy with you cutting into their profits with your success," Francis explained.

"And? That's what I have people like you for, Francis; to sort out these dealings and keep things running smoothly," Lunette's eyes narrowed at the poor rodent.

Francis held back a frightened squeak as her eyes cut into him. She hadn't even made a move and he was already feeling an intense pressure from her. "Y-yes well, it's about the people involved. These are some really bad and really rich people. Like crime lords, underworld, extremely dangerous types," he gestured, "I...we...none of us really have the money or influence to fight back against this sort of thing. We might end up missing or," He paused to gulp, "Or something worse!"

The femmbreon's expression soured for a bit while her eyes flickered with a bit of malice. Then in an instant, they softened, and then she smiled. "Oh poor Francis, darling," she giggled a bit, pulling back her feet from off of the table and onto the plush carpeting before standing up to her towering height and sashaying over to the nervous mouse. She placed a heavy, firm, yet incredibly gentle hand on his shoulder and grinned down at him, "If it was something dangerous, you should have told me."

The trembling mouse glanced to Lunette's hand then back up to her grinning face, taken by surprise by her sudden change of expression. "Wh-what do you mean? What are you going to do?"

The Umbreon erupted with laughter and patted the rodent on the cheek, "Take care of this myself, of course. It's not too often I get to have some...personal fun. And since we're dealing with absolute villains...I don't have to hold back at all," she snickered deviously.

"You mean you're gonna k--" Francis was immediately silenced as she placed a finger over his lips.

"Nonsense. I'm just going to have them benefit me with a bit of persuasion. Now tell me who we're dealing with, we have a plan to hatch."

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Evening had fallen on the town; a relative signaling that roused the busy night scene to life. A fancy black vehicle had pulled into a parking space belonging to one of the most lively of nightclubs, The Devil's Paradise; its driver gripping the wheel with nervous intensity. "Alright, this is it," Francis gulped, looking over to his passenger with a heavy blush.

"How lucky," Lunette remarked with a sultry tone while peering through the tinted window, "To think they would all be in the same place to enjoy a night out," she glanced down to the three photos in her hand with an amused smirk, "And these are the three huh?"

Francis nodded slowly, "The three with enough clout or cash to interfere with your movie anyway, but um, if you don't mind me asking, are you sure about this plan? Doing all of...this...while dressed, like that?" He gestured toward her outfit.

"Oh?" Lunette's eyes shifted toward the mouse as an amused expression crept upon her face. She leaned in slowly, making sure her expansive cleavage was in full view, "Is there something wrong with the way I look? Or perhaps," she placed her hand on his thigh and gave it a firm squeeze while smirking towards him, "You're jealous?" She moved in even closer toward one of this rounded ears and puffed playfully into it, delighting in his immediate squirming, "Do you want me to do to you what I plan to do to them?" She moved back into her seat with a light giggle, "Darling, if I did that, I'd have to search for a new agent," she said in a rather low, sultry voice and flashed him a devilish grin.

Francis frantically shook his head, practically pushing himself out of the driver's side door as he shrank away from her, "N-no! Nothing like that! I'm just worried."

"Aren't you simply adorable? You still have so much to learn about me. Now you just hang out for a bit. Maybe come in for a drink and some fun in a few minutes. I might even give you a dance if you're a good boy," Lunette flashed him a wink before stepping out of the vehicle.

And the moment that she did so, the moment that her platform heels clacked upon the pavement, the moment she stood tall, the exact moment her appearance could be seen; every head turned toward her. From loiterers, to those standing in line, to the bouncer working the door, to those passing by on the street; all eyes were on her.

Standing tall at nearly 7 feet (including her heels and ear height), carring a presence that made her seem twice that height; along with her sheer aura of confidence and appeal, Lunette had donned an old persona; a legend in her own right, one of the most finest of sex exuding bombshells: Desire.

Her hair was worn long with well fashioned bangs hanging over her right eye. Instead of the usual snowy white; her hair was that of a curious gradient of blues and purples; culminating into this bizarre glittery glow that made it shine as if one were gazing upon a galaxy, complete with sparkles of white that would mimic the imagery of stars. Her yellow rings were instead a bright blue and her piercing red eyes were sharp glowing yellows; trademarks of the "shiny" version of her species. Fingerless, silken arm-warmers decorated her arms, complete with the same galactic motif of that of her hair. Her lovely, plush lips were glossed a deep black; pursed and playfully kissing at her reflection as she double checked herself in the car's side view mirror. Her neck was decorated with a spiked choker made from the finest leather; adding a mystique of danger to her appearance. She sported a tight fitting fishnet top, complete with the proper coverings to barely hide her nipples; worse still, that top was perhaps a size too small, straining against her rather prodigious bust and threatening to tear to shreds at any moment. Below her pierced navel was a too-short black skirt that was also looking to tear against her hips and did very little to hide her big bubble booty that was on the verge of devouring her night colored underwear. Rounding out her 'I-can't-believe-your-clothes-manage-to-stay-on-you' ensemble was a pair of fishnet thigh-highs; complete with a large amount of squish around the reinforced mouth of the leg wear; squeezing delightfully around the middle of her thick thighs.

With the confidence, flair, finesse and appeal that would cause even an almighty deity to cower before her; she made her way towards the entrance. Crowds dispersed like a parting sea to make way for her without a single word spoken. She stepped past the line of people waiting to enter as if they weren't there, stopping before bouncers to flash them a rather hypnotizing smile. "Keep up the good work, boys," She said rather huskily before stepping inside without a single complaint from anyone.

Within was the typical club surroundings; a dimly lit interior contrasted by the well placed bright lighting of signs and strategically located flooring. The place reeked heavily of a mixture of smoke, sex, sweat, alcohol and food. Bass heavy music thumped loudly in catchy rhythms; ideal for spurring one's body up for dancing. It was oddly nostalgic for the Umbreon; oh how long had it been since she left this carnal fueled world in favor of the spotlight. It almost made her tingle with excitement to get back into some old habits.

She gleefully sashayed up to the counter, immediately catching the eye of the male housecat standing behind it attending to the register. All his surroundings seemingly faded as his full attention was focused purely on her; ears perking and his eyes widening as he looked her over while his mouth slowly became agape with stunning realization.

"Y-you, I...I know who you are! You're--"

The cat was swiftly silenced as she placed a warm finger over his lips, "Shhhh," Desire hushed the worker before smiling, leaning closer and resting her squishy, hefty bust onto the counter. "I'm always flattered to meet a fan, but I'm here on a bit of a surprise call, perhaps you can help me..." She purred alluringly towards him.

The enthralled feline nodded his head rapidly, more than eager to grant anything Desire...desired. Her breasts quaked as she laughed with delight, and pulled out the three photos toward the cat. "These three here, I'm looking for them. They put in quite the request for a...special show and I'd hate to disappoint them." She pointed to them one by one: a shrimpy-looking but well dressed fox; not a particularly dangerous looking type, but certainly the kind that might have come into a large fortune. Then a black panther with an eye-patch; certainly the kind you don't want to meet in a dark alley. And finally, a portly looking red panda with a scar on his cheek. "Perhaps you've seen them?"

The attendant's eyes somehow managed to drift away from the alluring Umbreon to scan over the photos, giving a light nod, "Yeah those guys came in together, but they're kind of...well...extra special VIP types. The kind that just get to do whatever they want, you know? Something bad could happen if you get mixed up with guys like that."

Desire giggled and gave him a gentle pat on the cheek, "Aren't you the cutest thing? Worried about me, huh? That's sweet, but you don't have to worry about little ol' me. This big girl can take care of herself, and most importantly, take care of them," She grinned and placed a $100 bill on the counter, "Keep the change, you can buy me a drink and a dance later," She winked and made her way inside.

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It didn't take her too long to weave through the crowds to find one of her targets, after all, she stood out quite easily. The hard part was woefully declining any individual that wanted to dance with her, or get a dance from her, or buy her a drink. It did remind her of how tiring this business could be, dealing with so many on a one on one engagements; nothing like appealing to mass audiences like in the ring or in movies. Still, there was some enjoyable nostalgia in it all, and she certainly adored the attention.

She quickly came upon the fox showing off to a few ladies; flaunting his wealth and charming them with stories of his riches and self worth. A puny little big shot, standing at 5'4", probably didn't weigh more than 130lbs at the most, and no doubt just as fragile in willpower as he was in looks, and certainly the type to use his money and status to solve his problems.

Breaking this one was going to be fun.

It didn't take her long to find him, and it took even less time to draw him in. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he was pulled in; hook, line and sinker. Within mere moments they were already headed to a private room; the fox eagerly, and generously tipping security to not bother them while they had her fun.

Desire had easily lured him into her trap.

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"Goodness me," Desire lowered her exposed eye to the chest-high solicitor, giggling to herself, "I didn't think I was dealing with someone with such deep pockets."

The fox cockily placed his hands on his hips and grinned up at her, "I'm a pretty big deal you know, and it's your lucky night, sweet thing. You're nothing like the other hoes around here, you're something special. And someone special like you," He quickly fished out a wad of bills; promptly tugging at the waist of the Umbreon's skirt and the underwear that lay beneath to stuff the money into her waistband and snapped it shut, giving her a sly grin afterwards, "Deserves a special reward," He winked. "Show me a good time and you'll get way more than that."

The disguised Lunette's eye flickered as she gave a rather unamused look while the fox stuffed the money into her pants, but smiled with a light titter once he regained eye contact, "Well now, you must be loaded. You can just buy your way out of anything, huh?"

"Out of, and into, anything if you get my drift," He waggled his eyebrows, eying her up and down with a widening, sleazy grin, "There's nothing that can't be bought. Everything, and everyone I might add, has a price. And if you treat me right, you can come with me. I'll guarantee you'll never have to worry about a thing ever again," He gestured broadly with rapid swishes of his tail, "A full life of luxury, with me."

Desire smiled, maintaining complete composure even though she wanted to laugh right in his face. What a hilarious sad slime ball of a creature; she could certainly get nonstop amusement out of this one for sure. She bent down slightly towards his eye level with a giggle, gently cupping his muzzle and rubbing along his cheek with her thumb, "That's one hell of a bargain you're driving, handsome. Let's see if I can't live up to that offer, hm?" She giggled and lowered his hand to his chest and gave him a playful shove; surprising the fox as he was nearly knocked over. He stumbled over backwards and slumped into a seat on the sofa a couple feet behind him. Before he could manage any sort of complaint, she already moved forward; her wide hips swinging with each step towards him before she settled down on top of him with a playful smile. "I'm gonna rock your entire world, cutie."

Straddling the nervous, yet clearly excited, vulpine's hips, the Umbreon currently known as Desire began to dance right there in his lap; her hips grinding and swaying in tune to the music thumping out of the wall-mounted speakers. Her hands gripped the back of the sofa as she leaned forward slightly; her massive, heavy chest playfully brushing against his muzzle as she did so. Her one visible eye flickered as she stared down at him with a playful grin, giggling lightly as he glanced up at her in awe. She pressed her hips down against his firm erection, forcing a surprised squeak from him that caused her to giggle further. "Goodness me, never expected such a big shot to be so shy. How adorable," She said warmly, "You're not scared of me are you?"

"Scared? N-no, you're just um, much more ravishing up close like this. I'm just trying to, *ahem*, savor the moment," the fox mumbled just loud enough to be heard, gesturing to his currently assaulted lap with a point of his fingers.

Desire laughed rather haughtily, pressing her weight even further down on the poor male's bulge with a heavy sigh, his crotch now buried under hers, "You mean all of this is just for me? How delicious. I'm delighted to know you like me this much, but I'm curious, handsome...what part of me do you really like?"

"What part? Well all of you, really," the fox replied.

"No no no, there's a part of me that really gets you going," She purred, gliding her fingers down along his arm to take his hand in hers to guide it along her body. "Here?" She asked, bringing his hand to her prodigious rear, pressing his hand into the curve of her bubble butt that her skirt failed to cover. "Or here?" She dragged his hand along her hips to press it into her thigh with a giggle. "Or perhaps..." She brought his hand up to one of her fishnet-clad tits with a smirk, "Here?"

The fox squeaked and squirmed under her; his ears practically steaming from her teasing, "F-further up," he murmured.

"Further up? Ah, my face? Your eyes have been on it the whole time. Hmmmmmmm, so my looks, is it?" She questioned as she glanced into his eyes and attempted to trace his gaze, "Oh I see now. You've been staring at my mouth the whole time, haven't you? Lips huh? That's your thing, isn't it?" She purred before running the tip of her tongue slowly along her black-glossed, full, plush lips; pursing them afterwards and kissing them at him. The nervous twitching of his ears and frantic flopping of his tail against the couch told her everything she needed to know; not to mention the wild twitching of his groin against hers.

"So tell me," She said in a low playful voice, leaning forward and squishing his face into her chest as she moved toward his ear, "What do you like about them, hmm?" She whispered with a soft purr into his ears, knowing full well he couldn't answer in his current situation.

The sexpot-eon exhaled hotly into his ear; the inner pinks of his auricles blushing to a deep red. "Maybe how soft they are?" Her lovely lips nipped playfully along the shape of his ear, moving up to the tip to give it a quick suckle before smooching downward along his cheek. She pulled his head free from her cleavage and lowered her face down to his; her lips a mere inch or two away from his own. "Or maybe how irresistibly smoochable they seem? So inciting you just can't wait to lock lips with me, is that right?"

"I...I...you...umm," the fox gulped and slowly leaned his head towards her, pursing his lips in aching anticipation to kiss her; to taste those soft, full lips and to feel them suckling against his own; a desire he had been craving since he laid eyes on her. But as he got closer, something quickly changed. Before he could hit his mark, she suddenly began to rise above him with a wide grin. No, it wasn't that she was standing up; she was becoming taller...or rather...becoming bigger. In fact, everything around him was becoming larger; the room, the couch, and the Umbreon herself as he quickly found himself trapped between her now massive form and the leather sofa.

"Gotcha~" Desire sang down at the tiny fox, delighting in his predicament as he was stuck between her thick, walling thighs. She dipped her fingers down to pluck him up between her thumb and index finger, dangling him before her smiling face. "Not such abig shot now, are you? It's almost hilarious how you went from man, to mouse, to...literally mouse sized," She joked, pressing a fingertip firmly against the fox's face before dragging it down along his chest to the lump in between his legs, "And to think you're still enjoying this."

"H-hey!" He squirmed in her grip and against her invasive finger, "Cut it out! I don't know what the fuck you did, but change me back right now! You don't know who you're messing with! S-stop!" He whined.

The lovely Umbreon chuckled delightfully as she shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch; her glowing eyes remaining focused on her tiny prey as she relaxed in her seat. "No matter how many times I do it, I'll never stop being amused how you little things get so desperately demanding when you're in this position," Desire giggled, giving a rather wide, sharp toothed, devious grin; a strong, predatory expression that made the poor fox go cold; his ears pressing down on his head and tail hanging limp between his legs. "So remind me, just who am I not supposed to mess with? That sounded like quite a threat."

The fox whimpered while raising his hands in protest, shaking his head, "N-n-n-n-no! It wasn't a threat! I mean...I just...I'm just really important! A-and I'm really rich, remember? I can get you anything you want, just name it!"

"An intriguing offer," She purred, "but what I really want," She extended a sharp claw and brought it close to his quivering body, "is to continue my fun," She whispered while dragging the claw downwards; slicing through his shirt and his pants with masterful precision before playfully pulling off his clothing and exposing his naked form.

"H-hey! Wait! Stop! Mmmmf--!"

Before he could protest any further, Desire pursed her full, thick, black lips and squished the vulpine's tiny form into them with a finger pressed to his back to hold him there; tugging at his entire body with a heavy, suckling kiss while she rumbled with a deep purr. She kissed hungrily at him with one loud, squishy smack after another; her slick pink tongue also entering the fray by licking, lapping and slathering all over him; matting down his fur with her warm, sticky saliva while it was also pushed and pulled at by her hot, breathy moans and sighs.

There was far too little the fox could do to stop her onslaught; all his squirming and struggling was all for naught against her overwhelming lips. Worst still was that despite how terrifying the situation had become, he had never been more turned on in his life. The persistent assault of smooches and licks carried about by that hot tongue and those juicy, pillowy lips put his mind at war with his body. Betraying his need to try and fight and escape, his hips bucked helplessly against the giant Umbry's bottom lip; his needy dick twitching and throbbing desperately against it as if begging to its wish granted by her alluring maw.

It was at that moment that Desire paused in her pleasures; cruelly teasing the fox by denying him his sexual craving. She gave him a rather dark smile with an accompanying chuckle before slowly parting her lips, allowing for her warm, humid breath to roll over him like a hot, summer day's breeze. "Now this, my little pipsqueak, is something all the money in the world can't buy," She whispered over him while properly repositioning his shrunken form, moving to slowly slip him in between her lips.

"W-wait! Chill out! You can't be serious about this! Help!" The fox squeaked as those soft lips clamped down on his lower body with a firm squeeze; slowly drawing him into her hungry, waiting mouth. He thrashed about helplessly, swinging his arms and (trying to, anyway) kicking his legs wildly against her lips; trying his damndest to fight against the vacuum force pulling him in as if he were a mere noodle. His last view of the outside was just the couch he once sat on, and those massive furred pillars that were Desire's fingers. Her lips squeezed down on his head with a suckling pull, flattening his ears as she drew him in fully; letting him settle onto her tongue.

"Mmmph," Desire held back a deep moan as she felt that fox scramble about on her tongue; the flavors of his sins and desires dancing about on that slick muscle. She was never one to be a shining symbol of justice or anything, but she absolutely delighted in the flavors of the corrupt; so strong, so potent, and so spicy.

She pressed him to the ridged roof of her mouth with that squishy mouth organ, purring deeply as he continued to struggle and squirm. She slid her tongue back and forth underneath him; across his face, chest, stomach, dick, legs and back. And finally, she felt him twitch and spasm in her mouth, feeling a sudden sharp salty flavor as he released his desires; climaxing onto her tongue. Her ears perked, her eyes lit up, her rings began to surge with light, her mouth was suddenly illuminated with a yellow glow; replacing the typical healthy pinks. Her nearly fully exposed nipples followed suit, shifting from black to a glowing yellow as they hardened; and the same applied to a particular location between her legs as her ladyhood moistened.

The Umbreon savored the moment for a few more moments, as being able to indulge in such a manner was such a rare luxury. To devour with such a deep, selfish purpose; far different from doing it to perform or tease.

These were the kind of pleasures she craved.

She slowly tilted her head back, hooking a finger into her collar to tug on it slightly; shivering as he felt that perverted scumbag slide down her slippery tongue and plummet into the depths of her gullet; his shouts of mercy being lost within her maw. She pressed a finger to the lump in her throat as she gulped him down, shivering with lustful glee once she swallowed him entirely. She let out another moan and bit down on her lower lip, feeling his life force, his sins, his desires, his hopes, his dreams; every fiber of his being absorbed into her, becoming a part of her.

"Oh fuck!" Desire cried out, throwing her head back with a fling of her hair as she did so, gripping the couch as forgotten sensations ran through her body. Her breasts swelled slightly; putting her top on notice. Her hips widened, forcing her skirt to work overtime on containing them. Her thighs thickened, her legs lengthened, and her butt fattened; that otherworldly form of hers putting that poor fox to good use as an addition to her body.

Satisfied; she patted gingerly at her stomach and let out a playful burp in the process. To think that was only the beginning. One down, two to go.

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Having tidied herself up in the ladies room (as well as receiving some jealous and ogling glances from the gals passing through), Desire hit the floor once again to hunt down her next target. And once again, it didn't take long to find one the others; as unlike last time, this one approached her. The scarred red panda from the photo; a proud and shrewd dealer of dark business, a crime lord of notable underground worth through and through; drugs, guns, trafficking, you name it; a man as prideful and arrogant as he was rotund.

"You there! The tall bitch with the huge tits! Umbreon lady, hey!" The bear-cat called out to her from behind in a loud, abrasive voice.

The role-playing Lunette scoffed and turned around slowly to face him, looking him over with a rather unimpressed look of disdain. He was gaudily dressed, his clothing as loud and obnoxious as can be with rings adorning each of his sausage fingers. And completing the ensemble were some alcohol spills on his shirt, clearly quite the class act. She placed her hands on her hips and regarded him with a sour expression as he approached her; easily a head shorter than her which put him eye level with her chest, a place from where he couldn't stop staring like a starving person over a large meal.

"God damn they're even bigger up close," He said while reaching toward one of them with a grasping hand, an act that was quickly halted when she seized his wrist with a rather firm grip. "Ow! Hey! Take it easy bitch, I was paying you a compliment," He hissed as he wrestled his hand away from her, favoring his wrist.

"And I was giving you the respect you rightfully deserve," She scoffed.

A couple of patrons nearby gasped loudly, then spoke amongst each other in hushed tones. More and more people started turning their attention to the pair, rather nervous for the Umbreon.

The red panda narrowed his eyes, glaring daggers at her for a few tense moments before relaxing. He smiled, and then laughed proudly while clasping his hands together. "Oh I get it! You have no idea who I am, do you? It makes sense! I haven't seen you around here before and there's no way I wouldn't notice you. I get it, we got off on the wrong foot, let's start over," He said while pulling out some cash and gleefully stuffed it into her cleavage with a goofy chuckle, "Let's get a private room, and some drinks, let's have a chat and get to know each other a little more," He leaned up to her with a grin, "I sincerely insist," He pulled at his suit jacket slightly, revealing the handle of a firearm.

Desire could only roll her eyes, but then nod in acceptance. Money and force is all these people know after all. She was going to enjoy devouring this one as well.

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Despite his rather questionable first impression, Desire was rather impressed by his hospitality. A VIP private room, a selection of some of the finest drinks one could ask for, and he even had some talent in giving massages; lecherous ulterior motives non withstanding. He talked himself up in a rather positive light, framing and sugar coating his criminal activity as 'delicate business dealings'. She might have found him repulsive, but she had to admit he was more clever than she let on.

Comfortably reclined on the sofa next to her, he gingerly placed a hand on her thigh with a smirk, "But that's enough about me, my dear. Let me hear about you. How does someone as striking as you end up in this kind of business? Down on your luck college student? Surely a modeling agency has contacted you. No one could pass up someone so ravishing."

Desire snickered, running her fingers through her hair with a smirk, "This isn't out of desperation. It's for fun. I love to perform. It's fun to act, and it's fun to react."

"Oh-ho!" He exclaimed gleefully. "A naughty girl are you?" He grinned, "How about movies then, I think you'd go a long way as an actress."

The femmebreon uttered a rather giddy laugh and grinned back at him. The moment she was waiting for. "I love movies. It would be a dream to be in one. I'd love to be like Lunette someday."

The bear-cat screwed his face a little at the mention of her name, "Ah Lunette is lovely. A big star on the verge of getting even bigger. A shame she won't chase the money."

"Whatever do you mean?" The Umbreon inquired curiously, crossing her legs while keeping her eyes focused on him.

"It'd be boring to get into business talk, but let's just say she's rather stubborn with that little studio of hers. The big wigs want a piece of her action, which in turn would make her millions upon millions as well, but she won't give in. A shame, because I have some...rather strong investments in that business, and she's messing that up for me," explained the tipsy wah.

Desire's ears twitched and she brought a finger to her cheek in thought, "So they tried to buy her out and she wouldn't give in. That is quite a shame."

The panda chuckled, "Hey between you and me, I hear the pressure is really picking up where she'd have no choice but to give in or her career is at risk. Fucked up, I know, but the business world is a brutal one. Everyone wants to rule it, and they'll do what it takes to do it. She's a golden goose and they're hungry for her eggs."

"How utterly pathetic, to think people could be so petty."

"You say something?"

"Nope, but I was thinking, this might be a good opportunity for me," Desire looked to him with a flicker in her eye, "Since you have all these connections, maybe you can get my foot in the door."

The red panda gave a sly grin, "Well that's in it for me?"

"What you always wanted," She said with a lustful growl, peeling her top up over the curves of her breasts, allowing them to bob freely once she did so. "Tall bitch with the huge tits, was it? I can tell you're after my girls."

"Well shieeeeeeeeet! You're serious about this aren't you?" He stared at her boobs hungrily, looking over every inch of them before locking his eyes on her glowing yellow nipples. "Now this is a trade I might be down for!"

"Then less talk and more action, baby," Desire laughed and fell back onto the sofa to lay out, pulling him on top of her as she did so. She wrapped her arms around him and buried his face into the depths of her warm, sweat dampened cleavage; driving him deep into marshmallow hell.

The frisky red panda squealed with the happiness of a kid on Christmas before gladly helping himself to her humongous tits. Raising his head if only to get some air and observe his own handiwork, his grubby hands swiftly quested all over those soft, squishy and curvaceous mounds. He kneaded and squeezed over every inch of fur and breast flesh he could, grinning with lecherous joy as the Umbreon quivered and quaked underneath him with breathy moans. His beady eyes locked onto those glowing, pointed nipples of hers; his tail sweeping back and forth excitedly as he dipped his head and helped himself to the banquet of boobs. His tongue slurped and slathered while he kissed and suckled all over them; attentions that would soon drift all over the curves of those jiggling orbs. He desired nothing more than to completely debase himself over these tits. He had no shame in it; in his mind, she was his.

Unfortunately for him, this played perfectly into Desire's hands; the trap she laid for him had sprung.

Much like his vulpine colleague that came before, he began to shrank. The price for feeding into his desires, the price for letting his lust for her overtake him; was his size. He swiftly diminished in height and shape; his world practically spinning as everything rapidly grew around him. The most important of which was the actress herself; her grin growing wider and wider as he became smaller and smaller. The hand that rested upon his head soon rested upon his entire body, the breasts he slobbered over were now akin to huge mattresses he could lay upon, and those striking glowing orbs she called eyes were like bright suns that could drink him in.

"Oh what the fuck! What the fuck?!" He squeaked in a panic, gripping tiny handfuls of the Umbreon's fur as he looked around frantically before looking up at her grinning visage; one that carried the sheer presence of a deity. "D...did you do this? Did you SHRINK me?! Did you spike one of my drinks? Do you have powers? What the fuck did you do to me?!"

The squishy surface underneath him began to quake and bob as Desire laughed while her tree-sized furred digit pressed against his back; forcing him to sprawl out while he was enjoyably squished into the soft, yielding surface. "I will never cease to be amused by how easily your kind can be snapped out of their depravity. A strange thing, isn't it?" She lifted her finger and pinched at his waist, plucking him up to dangle him before her curious eyes.

"You think this shit is funny? You don't know who you're messing with!" He yelled, swinging his arms and kicking his legs helplessly in attempts to break free of her grip.

Desire couldn't help but laugh again, "If you could only see and hear yourself. I will never not find this hilarious. Even a mouse is more threatening than you. But it comes natural to you to respond to fear with hate and anger, isn't it? But I know what really frustrates you about this," She purred, once again skillfully disrobing her tiny prey with a single claw and smiling brightly at the fact that he was still rock hard; poking and pushing at it playfully with a finger, "You're still hot for me, and that just pisses you off, doesn't it?" She whispered.

"Ffff! Fuck you!" He shouted, the white of his cheeks now tinted red; be it from anger or embarrassment, or both.

"So tiny. So helpless. So scared. So aroused. If you only knew how much that excites me." She dropped him back down onto her breast and palmed her hand over him, pressing him into her once again, "All that money. All that social power. All that influence. All that stuff that makes you feel big, none of that matters here now does it?" She slowly closed her eyes and began dragging him all over her chest; rubbing, kneading and squeezing as his hands once did.

He made a muffled shout that went unheard.

Desire chuckled darkly. "You can struggle all you want, but that truth between your legs will never go away."

He immediately began to squirm and wiggle desperately; his hips started to buck, and she felt every bit of his twitching prick against her. It was as if she set off a trigger that caused his body to respond independently of his current thoughts.

"Typical," She snickered, relaxing her hand and gingerly pulling him away from tit, "But I can't have you blowing your load just yet. I can be a bit of a brat in that I love to savor my fun. It's not too often I get to enjoy myself like this you see."

The Umbreon slowly sat up and nestled him in between her boobs; pressing his head down until he completely disappeared between them as she pressed them together. "Don't forget to breathe now," She said before gripping her girls, pushing them in harder against each other; and most importantly, her tiny plaything in between them.

The red panda was at the complete mercy of Desire's bust; tight walls of heat, fur and flesh relentlessly rolling over him as she rubbed them together. Squished. Compressed. Squeezed. Flattened. Heat was quick to form, and sweat would soon follow to soak the poor male's fur. It was as equally agonizing as it was enjoyable; as evident by his uncontrollable squirming and bucking. Despite the circumstances, it was like a grand dream come true. While not on this scale; to have all the curvaceous flesh of femininity surrounding every inch of his being, to have more titty than he knew what to do with; it was as if he hit the true jackpot of all his desires.

His head began to swim. All the thoughts he had of trying to get out of this, trying to get back to normal, trying to get revenge on this bitch who shrank him; all of that faded away in favor of her. In favor of this moment. The moment she was waiting for: when he gave himself up to her.

He came.

Desire moaned.

Desire's lips pulled back to reveal a wide, sharp-toothed grin as she felt that sudden, sticky warmth in between her breasts; to think that even in a perilous situation, one can't help but be a slave to their own lustful needs. With a warm purr, she shifted those squishy orbs slightly; peeling them back to expose the dazed bear-cat while she adjusted and lifted him slightly so that his upper body was exposed. Her golden eyes flickered as she looked him over in the state of his afterglow; her gaze becoming more of a hungry, predatory one with a quick lick of her lips. To see him so exposed and vulnerable, so disarmed and disoriented; it raised those carnal feelings within her once again.

Like a predator having cornered their prey, she delighted in the sight of him. It was as if coming across some kind of plump field mouse that had engorged on far too many berries, and she was the big hungry feline; a thought that made her salivate intensely. There was something so raw...so primal of it all. She originally came to handle business in her own way, but now it felt like a hunt.

An idea that served to excite her even further.

Lifting her breasts to raise the red panda even higher, she opened her mouth expectantly once more. He immediately snapped out of his stupor upon feeling the rush of her heated breath blast over him. His eyes widened as he started up onto that glowing golden maw; complete with saliva glistened sharp teeth, a shiny-wet tongue and thick strands of saliva that connected them. The post-nut clarity not hitting him yet, he was unsure what to make out of the sight of it all; the sight of a wide open maw big enough to swallow him entirely that was slowly bearing down on him.

Then the realization struck him with the force of a speeding vehicle. He was literally small enough to be eaten.

With a sudden shock to his spine, fight-or-flight had kicked in; but it was far too late and far too impossible for him to muster up the strength in his weakened body to escape the squishy death trap.

Her tongue struck first; slipping downward to slap and lick against his face before coiling around his torso tightly in a snake-like manner. The squishy muscle squeezed at him firmly; pressing the wind out of him as he uttered a shameful squeak in the process. The Umbreon dipped her head further while her tongue dragged him up into her awaiting maw; snapping those jaws shut behind him once he was fully drawn in.

Once within, that tongue had fully unfurled from around the red panda and undulated gleefully underneath him as the Umbreon purred and closed her eyes. Scrambling around on the hot, slippery, squishy surface; her soon-to-be meal glanced around frantically within that glowing cave of a maw. Deadly teeth that could cleave him in two and crush him to bits surrounded him on all sides, and a gateway to a dark, deep abyss lurked ominously from behind; all combined with the sweltering, humid, suffocating air of Desire's swirling breath built up from her heated arousal; made for quite the ideal conditions to drive him into a desperate panic.

"Don't do this!" He squealed out into her mouth, slamming his fists helplessly on her tongue, "Don't eat me! I'll alter the deal, I promise! Lunette can have her movies back and we'll never fuck with her again, just don't eat me, please!"

Desire's ears twitched; if it was from his helpless pleas, or her own excitement, no one would truly know. All she did in response was utter a deep moan as she pressed him flat against the roof of her mouth; shuddering in sheer delight as she savored his flavor. He was so sinful, so rich; something strong, savory and well seasoned like delicious barbecue. In comparison to the fox, this cat-bear was the main course compared to the vulpine's worth of an appetizer.

Delectable. Exquisite. Yummy. Mouthwatering. Succulent.

He was absolutely ambrosial.

She suckled on him heavily; throwing him over a lower row of teeth to press him against her inner cheek and then over to the other side, enjoying his squirms and struggles in the process. She squeezed tightly at her breasts, her lips parting to release a hefty sigh; harsh, heated winds serving to buffet her scrumptious treat as she did so. One hand removed relieved itself from lustfully assaulting her teats and immediately dove down into her panties with another loud, breathy moan; her tongue extending and lolling out of her mouth as she teased and toyed with herself.

Oh my god...no, oh my me! Thought the localized goddess. This was far more enjoyable than she ever could have imagined!

Bruised, battered and utterly soaked in her saliva, the portly red panda saw an opportunity in her open mouth. Past her parted lips was freedom, and he wasn't about to pass up this chance. He scrambled sloppily across her the length of her currently golden tongue, managing to make it past her front teeth. He reached out with an outstretched hand in an attempt to dive out to freedom, only for the tip of her tongue to swing upwards; slapping him right in the face and sending him tumbling backwards, in which she redrew her tongue and close her jaws shut once again with a mischievous giggle.

The bombshell of an Umbreon indulged for a few more long, numerous moments until she reluctantly made the decision to end the foreplay; lest she accidentally chomps down on her chunky morsel. Much like the one that came before him, she tilted her head back and left the red panda with no choice but to slide down into her awaiting throat with little more than some weak struggles and silenced screams. She shuddered with pleasureful purr as she tugged on her collar to rub at the thick bulge in her throat, requiring multiple gulps to get the girthy guy down her gullet.

Her eyes suddenly shot open with a gasp once the target was completely swallowed; that intense sensation flowing through her once again. Her ears and tail stiffened as she pressed her thighs together, squirming in her seat from the feeling of the villain's entire being flowing into her body from within. Her breasts suddenly ballooned with quick, surprising bursts; easily comparable in size to large fruits or basketballs with each one practically requiring two hands to handle with any efficiency. That fishnet top had no choice but to give out in a failed attempt to contain her expanding bust. Her skirt also suffered a tear against the might of her enlarging hips and rear, yet somehow managed to hold on. Her thigh-highs also managed to survive against 'The Thickening'; fatter thighs and longer legs, but alas, her shoes couldn't hang on against her bigger paws and taller height; becoming far too unwieldy to wear properly. No big deal, with all this growth, she was still around 7 feet tall, and maybe more, without her shoes.

"Well damn, I'm sure I look like a hot mess now," She giggled to herself, kicking her shoes aside and standing up to her feet with a rising stretch of her arms. "Well if I'm gonna look like a whore, at least I'm in the right place."

Two down and one to go, but thankfully, she didn't have to go too far to find her last target. After a few steps away from the VIP room, Desire suddenly felt a cold object pressed against her lower back, and a sharp *click* of a readied firearm. Standing behind her with a gun resting against her back was target number three, the one-eyed panther. He certainly had a far more dangerous appearance than the photo would lead one to believe. Standing taller than the Umbreon at 7'4" and built like a brick house, he did very little to hide his dangerous demeanor. One look at him and you could easily tell he was a bad dude.

"No sudden moves, and no loud noises," He said in a low and fairly professional voice, "Go back in the room, slowly."

Desire smirked inwardly, "What? You wanna party too? Can't you at least let me freshen up a bit, big guy?"

"No games, Lunette," He pressed the gun even harder, "Lloyd vanished, and the boss never lets a girl leave first, and you happen to be at the center of all of this. Back inside."

The Umbreon's ears swiveled at the mention of her name, "Well well. Either someone did their homework or I have a very big fan."

"In my line of work you tend to do a lot of research, and I'm not the one foolish enough to bring back an old persona," He retorted.

"What can I say? I was chasing a bit of nostalgia, and the attention is always welcome, not to mention the hushed whispers. Did you know Desire's considered a living legend?" Lunette practically purred at that.

"That's enough out of you. Get back inside."

"Yes sir," mocked the Umbreon, re-entering the room that reeked of sweat, booze and her own honeyed excitement.

The feline quickly shut the door behind them and took a quick glance around the room, "The boss is gone too?!" He quickly spun Lunette around to face her and promptly backed her against the wall, raising his gun and placing the mouth of the barrel against the side of her head, "What did you do with them?"

She gave a wide, toothy, devilish grin. "I sent them on a lovely trip to paradise. Unfortunately it's a one way ticket."

The panther narrowed his visible eye, "You what? Did you kill them? What did you do with the bodies?"

Lunette scoffed, "Killing is such a...final word. I didn't kill them, I just gave them a more useful role in life, as a part of me."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes, "Are you muscle-brained as well? I ate them. Processed them into body fat. Way to take the fun out of this."

The panther's eye widened as the gears in his brain began to turn. There was always that strange speculation in regards to her films on if she actually ate fellow actors and stunt people. People were known to go missing during or after filming, but proof of that was never actually found or it was simply passed along as a publicity stunt. But if she were actually capable of such feats and it just wasn't camera tricks...

"You hesitated."

A sharp pain stung the feline's gun wielding hand as Lunette tightly seized it, squeezing his wrist with a firm grip. She then swiftly raised her knee to slam it square into his gut, knocking him backwards while doubling over which allowed her to effortlessly relieve him of his firearm and slowly crush it into a mangled, unrecognizable shape in her fist.

"Quite sloppy for a professional, or did I take you off guard for a second there?" Lunette smiled, tossing the crushed heap of metal and plastic aside.

The panther growled, gritting his teeth as he stood upright, "You're dead meat," He declared, raising his fists in front of him.

"Oh? Is the big scary man going to hit a lady?" She smirked and placed a hand upon her hip, leaning forward slightly and tapping her cheek with her free finger, "Go ahead, lay one on me. Give it your best shot."

Bluff or not; he wasn't about to let her get away with this. There was a sudden, loud electric whine as his fists began to spark and crackle with electricity. He stepped forward, rearing his arm back before throwing his body forward to unleash a devastating hook that struck Lunette's face with a bright burst of energy. Striking cleanly, her head snapped to the side and her body was violently thrown backwards into the wall behind her; impacting it with the shape of her form as bits of the wall sprinkled onto the floor.

Increasingly excited and even more amused; a wide grin crept up onto Lunette's face. She started to laugh, bringing a hand up to her cheek as she did so, and turned her head towards the panther. "Looks like the kitty has some claws after all. If I were a lesser person, I probably would've died on the spot," she said while pulling herself from the wall with a pleased sigh, "This has been quite a night. I've never felt this turned on in such a while."

"Impossible." The panther quivered ever so slightly, taken aback by not only how ineffective his attack was, but also the fact that she enjoyed it. It didn't make any sense! Even a superhero would have been affected by a hit like that. Just what in the world was she? He took one step back and poised himself; his fists sparking up with an increased voltage. This was getting above his pay grade, and he didn't even have someone to pay him now. "You some kind of masochist or something?"

Lunette's eyes flickered and then shined with a glowing intensity, keeping them laser focused on the feline, "Let's just say I haven't had this much fun in a very long time. So much that I'm having a hard time controlling my excitement," She took one step forward; a heavy, unrestrained step that caused the entire room to shake, "Consuming the desires of those men you worked for," another step, another quake, "Consuming their corrupt hearts and minds," and then another step, another tremor, "It's as if you had an addiction to sweets, but it was bad for your health, so you were forced to give them up. Then you get a taste, and then you remember just how much you loved it." She clenched her fists and then loosened them; her rings now glowing along with her eyes, "You'll have to forgive me for this unbecoming lack of self control, but you're pushing me so far that I'm about to burst."

The panther started to break out in a nervous sweat. Her steps were like that of a giant, each one causing him to stumble and back away from her. There was this indescribable pressure that was emanating from her now; an unseen force that was threatening to crush him flat. The air seemed to become heavy and hot, and even the gravity around him seemed to increase. He trembled. He was beginning to relate to her, feeling a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time. For her, it was overwhelming excitement, but for him? It was Fear.

"Now you're just being cruel," Lunette squealed, suddenly hugging herself and pressing her thighs together, "C'mon kitty, you're supposed to tell me when you're done with the foreplay. Mmmph~! All that FEAR pouring out of you like that, and these thoughts of what I want to do with you. It's too much, it's too hard to contain!" Lunette let out a deafening, otherworldly groan that caused the feline to wince and press his ears down on his head. The Umbreon hugged herself even tighter and threw her head back as her body suddenly swelled with a surge of growth. It wasn't just her breasts or her hips this time--no--, it was all of her. In a few mere seconds, she had doubled her size; the tips of her ears brushing against the ceiling as she now stood around 14 feet tall with her proportions perfectly intact; a towering wall of deadly curves standing before the cowering feline. Her skirt was utterly decimated by the quick expanse of her hips, but by some miracle, her fishnets, panties, and arm warmers remained intact.

Now backed against the wall, the feline craned his neck backwards to gaze upon her while shuddering with his mouth agape. His tail hung limply between his legs and his arms fell to his sides in defeat. "Th-this can't be happening!" He cried out.

"You're telling me, this wasn't in my plans at all," Lunette let out a heavy sigh, her body rumbling with a light purr as she peeked down over her expansive, weighty breasts down at him and smirked. "Aw, did I make kitty scared?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The panther let out a frustrated cry, now fueled with a sudden rush of adrenaline as fight or flight kicked in. He raised his arms again accompanied by that loud electronic whine as his fists sparked up, "FUCK YOU!" A violent voltage crackled through his arms, shredding his sleeves and revealing his augmented limbs that allowed him to pull off such an electrifying feat. He rushed forward at the towering Umbreon, driving his powered fist square into her stomach as hard as he could. His fist sunk into the soft, fluffy warmth of her fur only to collide with the firmness of her abdominals underneath; hardly causing her to budge. Surprised by her lack of reaction, but not finished with his attack, he released a blinding burst of electricity which would have no doubt taken down some of the strongest of foes; but did little more than singe some of the fur on her stomach.

"My my, you gave it your all that time, didn't you? Even like this, that stung a little. You really do live up to your reputation, don't you?" Lunette giggled as she smiled down to him, hardly bothered by his little display.

"Wha?" The panther looked up at her in complete shock as his failure brought back his fear. He gave it all he had on that one; an impact like that was enough to take down an armored truck, and she didn't even wince from his attack. He started to feel even smaller than he already did.

The Umbreon's smile turned into a devilish grin, "There's that look in your eye again. It really just makes me want to gobble you up, but I'm hardly done playing with you." She purred and reached down to palm his entire head, gripping his skull like it was a mere baseball and effortlessly lifting him off his feet. "One way or another. You're going to satisfy me." She gave his head a firm squeeze and slammed him up against the wall with a whimper on his part, grinning even wider.

Somehow, someway; he found the strength to try and struggle--perhaps a strong surge of survival instinct, or maybe a glimmer of hope. He futilely grabbed at her wrist in an attempt to pull her engulfing hand away, but he lacked the strength, size and leverage to pull off such a mundane yet impossible feat.

"It's funny. I'm sure you got this far being as big and tough as you are, right? I'm sure everywhere you went people were afraid of you," Lunette released him, letting him slide down against the wall onto his feet, "Like how your employers used wealth and influence to get their way, you used your muscle. I even bet the people who hired you used their money to keep you in line. It would have been terrifying for them if you were an enemy, right?"

The panther staggered lightly against the wall; his head turned to the side as he refused to look at her. "What's your point?" He growled.

Lunette licked her lips, "It's one thing then those fat rats can't buy their way out of a situation. There's a lot of situations where status matters little, but you on the other hand. This has to be absolutely demoralizing." She placed her hands on her hips and lifted her paw and firmly planted it against him, the sheer size of it causing his head and upper torso to disappear from view; much to the delight of the towering dark-type. "So what's it like huh? What's it like to feel so weak and small for once in your life? What's it like for someone like you to be so utterly helpless and afraid, hm?"

The feline could only choke out a groan as her paw pushed against him; a surprisingly intense amount of pressure and weight being exerted from the large Umbreon. His head was pressed flat against the wall by her damp, overbearing, squishy main pad while her toes drummed on and squeezed at his head. The heel pressing into his chest pushed the wind out of him, making it nigh impossible to speak. "S-stop..." He choked out.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, you'll have to speak up. It's awfully noisy in this club you know," Lunette laughed, pressing even more; twisting and grinding her paw even harder against him.

He groaned even harder with the additional torment; his head being dragged back and forth against the wall due to Lunette's merciless grinding. He brought his hands up again to try and struggle against her assault; pushing, punching, grabbing and clawing at her massive foot before quickly realizing how ineffective it all was, and resorted to weakly tapping her paw in surrender.

Much to his surprise, it actually worked; Lunette scoffing and pulling back her foot, folding her arms under her hefty chest, "Giving up? Shame, I was hoping I could make you squirm some more. Can't tell if you're smart enough to know when to call it quits or just boring."

Sore, battered, bruised and his fur dampened, marred and matted with her sweat; the panther sighed in resignation, looking back towards her, "So then, is this the part where you devour me?"

Lunette smirked, waggling a finger at him, "Oh no no no, not yet, my plaything. This fun doesn't end until you satisfy me." She slowly stepped closer, effectively trapping him between her and the wall with his face at the perfect height for her needs, "But since you're wussing out, I'll just have to handle this myself."

After all, as the old saying goes: 'If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.' And Lunette was more than happy to take matters into her own hands. She pressed even closer, placing her hands upon the wall for support as her hips slowly gyrated directly in front of the panther's face. Dancing in front of him was her needy, glistening, barely-concealed-by-those-currently-ill-fitting-undergarments, womanhood; already wet and anxious from the night's events and her long building anticipation. Her sweet, yet heavy, honeyed scent flowed into his nostrils as her shifting hips bounced and wiggled a few mere inches from him. His ears splayed and his eye glazed over slightly as his head began to swim due to that pheromonic aroma; heady, alluring and addictive as it was.

With a warm purr, Lunette pushed her hips forward, pressing her dewy flower up against the panther's face; burying his head deep into her crotch. Her large form rumbled with a deep moan as she reached down with a hand to grip the back of his head while proceeding to grind her hips against him, riding his entire face with her honeypot; bucking, pressing, sliding and circling all over his features; coating and staining his fur and hair with her juices and thoroughly marking him with her scent.

Pushed beyond any form of self control and thrown deep into quite the saucy situation; he subconsciously gave his body up to her, noted by the obvious tenting of his pants and his hands absentmindedly attending to it. Forcing someone's arousal wasn't the same as using their desires against them, but the result was just the same, and exactly what she needed.

"Ohh...yeah...you'll do nicely," Lunette whispered breathily before falling backwards onto the floor, pulling him down with her. She promptly wrapped her long, powerful legs around him, squishing his head in between her incredibly thick thighs while his face was still buried into her. "Yeah...a nice strong body like yours..." She purred deeply, pressing her thighs against him as he began to quickly diminish in size; shrinking down into a trapped space where he was surrounded by engulfing thigh-meat and her hungry groin. She took care not to shrink him too much to account for the size difference, losing a useful plaything in the heat of the moment would be far too unfortunate.

Raising her hips slightly to squeeze him even tighter, the Umbreon continued her play; pressing, crushing and grinding her thighs together all over him while pushing her hips forward on him; overwhelming him with her body for her own pleasure. "Ohh yes...perfect, it'd take a lot to break you, wouldn't it?" She continued on for minutes; savoring her own enjoyment while delighting in his tiny form being pressed against her. "Just a bit more," She moaned, dipping a pair of fingers down in between her legs to push against his back; rubbing him firmly against her.

"These primal, carnal pleasures...how have I denied myself for so long?!" Lunette moaned even deeper, the entire room shaking from her enjoyment. Her ears perked, her tail stiffened, the lights of her body shined brightly. She was right there. She unceremoniously plucked the feline up from his prison only to place him into another one; pulling back the waistband of her soaked panties and dropping him in. Noting him as nothing more than a tool rather than a person; she pressed him deep into her flower as her climax struck. The dark type arched her back and let out a thunderous moan, familiar feelings now surging wildly through her body through this heaven-shaking orgasm.

Unrestrained and uncontrolled while writhing in the throes of passion, her body began to swell once more; growing without resistance. Her voluptuous form rapidly filled the room. Her feet pressed against the walls, causing them to crack and quickly crumble against swelling form; her legs pushing through and extending out towards the rest of the club. The walls behind her caved to her increased presence as well; along with parts of the ceiling raining down upon her growing, groaning and moaning self. It didn't take long for panic to ensue as parts of her body tore down additional walls and spread into other private rooms while her legs and feet extended towards the main club area. The remainder of her clothes were mere shreds clinging to her body and half the club ended up destroyed while she delighted in her passion.

Sighing contently and settling down into the afterglow of it all, Lunette's eyes slowly fluttered open to the view of a half broken roof and the night sky. Her ears twitched to shouts of surprise and awe and bashful murmurs of praise of how attractive she was.

"Oh dear," She said while slowly propping herself up, glancing around at the damage and the crowds with a rather embarrassed grin on her face until she saw Francis standing there between her outstretched legs; drink in hand and mouth agape as he gawked up at her.

Adjusting her hair with a sly smile, she giggled down towards him, "Hey handsome, still want that dance?"