[Vollar-Tile]

This is a story that I've been messing around with. It was just too cute an idea to pass up writing on; the ongoing story of a girl and her… "dog".

Yea, it's probably as strange as you're imagining.

Well, enjoy!

Vollar-Tile Productions Presents…

The Stories of Candy and Marie

Chapter 1: "The Monster of Jhonestown!!"

—–

"I'm sorry  sir, but… heh, this is really the first time I've ever heard of anything like, well, THIS."

"Are you sure? Not even a rumor?"

"I'm sorry, but no sir."

"Sure… thanks for your time."

Jaspers gave a lazy wave to the pimply-skinned, teenage desk clerk as he and Simon exited the motel. High Cloud-In was a quaint motel situated on the side of a lonely road, welcoming in the weary from a long hard drive across the states. But Jasper's visit to the Inn was not for relaxation.

"I can't believe he would not remember something like that. Bah, he's probably lying."

"I doubt it," Simon, a short, stalky man in a green suit sighed, pushing his glasses  up on his brow. "The way he handles himself says that he probably was not hired until  recently. That "Enquirer" issue was atleast six years old. Besides, a story about a  crazed beast leaping out of the forest and wrecking a freight truck? It sounds…"  Simon scratched his cheek as he cycled through his thoughts… "Well, like something you would read in The Enquirer."

Jaspers, a plump Caucasian man known by his friends for his twin Elvis-styled spitcurls, groaned cynically as he tugged on his old trenchcoat.

"I'm not just going on that. There are rumors too! Of other people actually having saw something… something unnatural! And demonic, within these forests."

An eyebrow raised behind the glasses Simon wore.

"You do? Like what?"

"Verbal confirmations! I've heard about this "creature" talked about around town. Did you know Joe-Ray had a close encounter in this city before? Well, his and most of the other stories I heard, seem to take place around here, in the forests bordering the Wasatch Mountains. Now how's THAT for evidence." the husky black haired man grinned smugly.

"… Joe-Ray? You simply read those stories off the internet didn’t you? Don’t you think anybody could simply make those stories up?"

Jaspers felt a brick drop into the bottom of his stomach. “Uhhm… not all of them!”

“Or that they may have simply been mistaken on what they saw?”

"Made up? Mistaken?" a third voice said. Simon and Jaspers turned to the new voice; an old man, thick grey beard, a pair of spotted moles on his cheek, receding hair line, curved cigar pipe,  the entire nine yards, was sitting in a chair in front of what must've been his motel room, apparently enjoying the mid-morning breeze.

"Hah! Don't you wish. Son, haven't y' heard that every lie has a grain of truth?  Bigfoot, the Yeti, the Loch Ness Monster; they all exist I'd reckon," he continued, before Simon could take his chance to object.

Jaspers raised his eyebrow. "So, you know something about–"

"I know about it son," the old man cut him off. "Dangerous creature. Rumors to have been behind the disappearance of many a folk that's wandered into that forest 'round here at a time. Some have even said to have seen a great, beastly presence in the dark of night prowling other parts of this quaint town."

Simon, to say the least, was skeptic of the old man's words. However, Jaspers listened intently. Apparently, he'd never thought of the possibility of *others* lying to him as well.

"Huge critter I'll you what. Monster of huge, gigantic proportions. Taller than a house, and jagged, long teeth and huge claws that'd dice you up in a min’t. Some nicknamed it; the Monster of Jhonestown…"

—–

Marko looked up from his watch as a familiar car pulled into what was designated as the parking lot. There was no pavement, only hard dirt and a layer of pebbles. What concrete there was stopped at the front gate.

"Hey, you're late Jones."

"Oh! I'm sorry. Guess you should dock my pay. Hahah!" Jones was a black man at the age of 34, who spared nobody the wit of his sharp tongue. Even his rugged boss. "Maybe we'll be lucky enough to actually have someone look this way today, and remember this crap heap place still exists."

Indeed, "The Salvage Lands" junkyard was not a place of booming business, but it did well for what it was, at times maybe even moreso. Marko owned this land, and since retiring from the quarry, he spends his days salvaging old "junk" and trying to make them useful again, and occasionally exploring his great terrain.

Marko himself was a white male who was still in good shape though he was well into his fifties, and was not one to take crap from smartasses on his payroll about his precious real estate.

Marko scowled at the cocky black man. Something was amiss. Either he'd fell out of a stupid tree this morning, or Jones had something up his sleeve.

"Well maybe I should. You're supposed to be here at 9:30 on Mondays."

"Yea I know. But I think you'll let me slide just this once."

Marko rose his eyebrow.

"Oh? I will now?"

Jones grinned, enjoying the heat of Marko's glare burning a hole through his back.

"Check this out."

Jones took his laptop out of the car and sat on a bench, fidgeting around with it.

Marko laughed. Playing on it was an old monster movie; "Zombie Wolves of Anubis".

"Hah! You found it! That's the movie alright." he chuckled as he watched the large  bandage-covered, rotting man-beasts literally tore apart the naive traveling explorers inside a vault within their ancient, haunted pyramid. Though they were boss and employee, they were more importantly friends. Two Halloweens ago during their shift, somehow the two wound up in an argument over which era had the better horror movies. Marko will go a long way to prove he's right, including scrupulously searching the internet and eBay on and off for a couple of years to find the old black and white movies so they could compare, and prove he was right all along.

Marko chuckled as he watched the action. "Yea, they don't make them like they used  to."

"Cheap and hokey?"

"QUIET you. Maybe if they took notes from the older movies instead of just trying to imitate the newest craze, the movie industry wouldn't be the sinking stone like it is  today! Pale little girls and children, running around in need of haircuts. I ask you; What's so scary  about that?? Hah! Now look at that blood and gore! Just as good as the newest so- called 'blockbusters' blahblahblah, blahblah, blahblah! Blaaaaaah…."

While Marko continued to rant and waste breath as he watched the ancient black and white movie on the widescreen laptop, Jones decided to begin eating the breakfast he picked up during his drive to the junkyard. He was so busy tuning Marko out and savoring the taste of the tangy tomato paste in his meatball sub, that he missed the sudden change of sounds in the area, from being filled with the lunchtime chatter and cheesy dialogue, to a near silence with the an occasional muffled 'thump'.

Jones turned around just in time to be swallowed up by the approaching shadow of the  HORRIFYING sight that had stalked it's way through the front gate and up to the two lone men.

It was colossal, towering over the two men at what must have been close to 11 feet  fall. The glare of the risen sun from its back cast a silhouette that was both majestic and monstrous. Each of it's arms were thicker than their torsos, which came to look even more imposing as they hardened and bulged when the monster clenched it‘s clawed fists.
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There was muscle from head to toe and everywhere they looked, and every breath it took made it's gargantuan chest strain against the fabric of clothing that wrapped around  it. A tail stood out, twitching with malice, fur standing up along it like spines while it flexed it's thick fingers slowly, menacing red claws gleaming in the shadow of the sunlight. Two rivers of saliva oozed down the side of its muzzle, a pair of eyes seeming to glow red as it focused on the two men. The deep, guttural growl it then  made was so powerful, it seemed to reverberate within their very hearts.

Working through his initial shock, Marko's hand blindly searched around the table for an item of any kind.

*THWACK* went his water bottle square against the immense beast's nose. The startled monster grasped its muzzle in surprise.

The following moment of silence was broken by the sound of a single whimper. It was then that laughter overtook Marko.

"Candy! Ya big wolfie," Marko addressed the giant wolfess. "Cut it out. It's nowhere near Halloween.”

“Candy” whined sheepishly.

“You have the money?"

"Candy", who was now bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like a little girl that'd had too much chocolate, gave a pleasant whine and handed Marko what looked to be a plain white envelope. Marko glanced inside the envelope, and seemed to be pleased with what he saw.

"Alright," he said as he put the envelope into his back pocket, "Follow me." pausing the video, Marko stood up and lead his "customer" into the maze of stacked cards that made the junkyard.

—–

"What's wrong with you?" Marko could see that Jones was a little agitated.

"She's… she's following us…!"

Marko rolled his eyes at his part-time colleague. "Yes Jones. That's the point; I'm leading her to the engine she’s purchasing."

"But… it's… man, I can't get used to this!"

"Why haven't you? It's not like it's your first time ever seeing her."

"Even if it were my 20th or 30th time, what would it matter?? I mean, damn Marko; LOOK AT HER!"

So Marko did. Unlike the monsters in the movie, she was much taller, and much larger. Under that bouncy mane of long maroon hair and rusty red fur was a body bristling with overwhelming musculature. The shoulders and arms were thicker then telephone poles. On one previous visit, Candy was toying around with some of the old, worn-out car tires that lay around the junkyard. The ring of a 12-inch tire fit snugly around the upper arm, until she actually tore one of them apart by curling her arm.

Monstrous. Horrifying. Freakish. Those words did not do her proper service.

"Aw, hello there Candy,"

"Hello, Candy,"

"Mommy lookie lookie! Can I have a giant doggy like that for Christmas??"

Particularly when the customers gave casual greeting to the giant female beast as they passed.

Jones looked on dumbfounded at the exchange between the beast and an early family of three rummaging the yards, moreso when the giant wolvette cheerfully returned their waves. Sure, from neck up, she had a pleasant look, not at all like the monsters in the movie they'd just finished watching, more like that of a young pup. Infact if that was all he had to judge by, Jones would probably be just as calm around her as everyone else was being. Problem was, from the neck down was a hulking physique that could crush Marko and himself in so many ways,  including tripping and falling ontop of him.

"Well, what was I supposed to see?" Marko asked.

Jones rubbed his forehead.

"So, I'm the only seeing a giant red dog monster with big hair, dressed in Levi's and a collar shirt?"

The thighs and legs looked to be twice as large as her arms at the least, and the jeans fit tight around those colossal masses. The only compensation  was the slit that ran up against the calves on each side.

Marko sighed. “Calm down. She’s a nice girl, Jones."

"Girl??"

Marko looked at Jones like he was stupid.

"Are you kidding?"

Though tight, the shirt was short sleeved and fit rather well around her massive arms and a chest that was unimaginably thick and ridiculously "busty", like she was smuggling a pair of beachballs underneath the shirt. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce they went as they walked… then there was that interesting tilt of the hips in her walk, and then there was something about the characteristics of her face, her outrageous bust, her mannerisms, her incredible brea–…

Jones shook his head to break the trance, but then became interested on a tiny spot on her shirt. There was a crocodile stitched just over the top of the left breast.

"….Where the hell would she get clothing in that size any–?? Since when do they make Polo shirts in that size?!! Are those SUNGLASSES ON HER FOREHEAD?!!"

Marko shrugged. "She thinks they look cool.”

“How would you know that?”

“You’ve never had a pet, have you? And I wouldn’t call her a monster, at least while we‘re in earshot."

“Oh? And why’s that?”

Marko chuckled evily. “You keep insulting her like that, and she might eat ya.”

A shiver ran through Jones, but he then scoffed.

“You’re not telling me that she understan–”

“Hey Candy; What’s two plus two?”

After a quick count on her fingers, Candy proudly showed them four fingers. It was the first time Marko had ever seen a black man's skin color turn blue. Candy silently raised an eyebrow as she watched Jones help Marko keep from collapsing when he nearly passed out.

"And Candy?" Marko said suddenly, "Remember no touching."

Candy batted her eyes at Marko.

"Don't give me that look. You know what I'm talking about. I don't want another wall of cars tumbling over like last time."

Candy seemed to take extra interest to keep from the walls from that point on, as if she were walking through a hallway of eggshells. Soon enough, they came to the destination; the back of the junkyard. Connected to the junkyard was also an airplane graveyard, rusting passenger hulks and once-private jets scattered about the place, forgotten by time and the airlines they once served.

The wide, clear plain ran as far as the eye could see. Resting within the open shielding of a giant shed, adjacent to the rusted wing of an old fighter jet, was what looked to be an engine for an old jumbo jet. Candy curiously pointed at a one such particular contraption.

"Yes, that would be it. Still in working condition; tested and retested it myself,"  Marko said while Candy investigated the machine. "No idea why the professor wants it, but, eh. He gets what he paid for… not to say he isn’t paying a healthy sum for this. He‘s one of my favorite customers y‘know."

While the rugged middle-aged man talked, Candy moved into position on the side of the engine. Jones raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, she's going to just carry it away?"

Getting a good grip into the steel, Candy in one hefted the large engine overhead. Jones didn't think he could be anymore impressed today, but amidst his anxiety and fear, he could feel a chuckle bubbling up as he noticed that she actually used her legs to properly lift the heavy engine.

"Okay, just like that huh," he mumbled to himself. "But it's still a long ways for, well, ANYBODY to go, carrying something like that…"

"Yip!" Candy chirped, now holding the engine on her shoulder with one hand with the ease of a pizza man walking with a cheese deluxe, balancing it with the palm.

"Oh, C'mon…!" He blurbed while she gave the two men a "thumbs-up" with the free hand.

"Now you be careful with it," Marko warned, "That engine is sturdy, but that doesn't mean it'll survive a drop and still function. The professor wouldn't want to have paid for a piece of junk, right?"

Candy gave an understanding nod to Marko.

"Good. Now! I've got a small present for you." Heading under one of the rusting disconnected wing flaps that littered the area, Marko came back with a large sack in his left hand.

Candy gave a curious whine as she leaned forward, her nose twitching as she examined the bag. Jones was a little flustered to be in the shadow of not only the giant wolfie, but also the giant engine that was balancing carelessly overhead. Yet his eyes could not deny being drawn to the stressed neck collar as a couple of buttons slipped loose from the action. What became exposed was not much in relation to the shirt collar, but what could be seen was like staring into a canyon.

Candy's eyes alit with delight, even before Marko opened the bag. She already had a good idea what was inside; it was an assortment of snacks and junkfood, from chips and cookies, to Twinkies and honey buns.

"You like?"

Candy nodded her head enthusiastically, her affirming whines sounding like sweet melodies. Licking her lips, she reached for the bag with her free hand, only to feel a whack on her large hand.

"No! This is for AFTER delivering the engine, understand?"

A few seconds passed.

"Hey!" Marko met Candy's face, which was inches from his own with a steely stare.  "Don't you pout at me! It's not going to work! …ALRIGHT! Alright. One piece. Just stop with that face already. Here."

Digging into the bag, Marko chuckled as he plucked a piece of candy into the air. Candy caught it with her nose, and slurped it into her mouth with her agile tongue.  Her tail wagged picked up pace as the flavor assaulted her taste buds.

Her pout was gone, but Marko and Jones found new look on her face even more disturbing.

"Candy? Heyhey, good girl, don't… DON'T!"

—-

Jones and Marko watched as the engine seemed to bound itself past the front gate.  Marko groaned as he wiped the saliva off of his cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Gah, damnit!" Marko groaned. "I hate it when she does that."

Though his face was just as wet and dripping, Jones just continued to stare on dumbstruck as the engine rapidly disappeared into the distance. "So… nobody’s going to care about a giant monster carrying a large engine through town?"

Marko shrugged. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.” he said, before continuing to count through the money Candy had previously given to him. He finished with a sigh, putting the money back into the envelope as he began to head back to the main office.

"Hm… 10 dollars short."

—–

"Have a good day at work, sweety." Mrs. Coronal leaned through the window of the car to  give her husband a kiss.

"Bye honey!" Mr. Coronal said he began to pull the car out of the driveway. Something he saw in his side view mirror caused him to stop, and for a brief moment, the ground thundered as a heavy gust of wind breezed by, the combination nearly taking the wife off of her feet. As soon as it'd began, it was over, leaving the two looking on speechless in the direction of the eerie haze of color that'd just flown by.

Left in the middle of the driveway was a large sack.

"……..What was that??" The husband asked. "And what is that sack in the driveway??"

The wife inched her way over to the filled bag.

"I think it's full off sweets…"

Mr. Coronal groaned to himself as he adjusted his glasses. "Don't tell me…"

Almost immediately afterward, Ms. Coronal found herself in an eclipsing shadow. Candy picked up the bag, but then paused as she took note of the bewildered look the woman was giving her, like a deer in headlights. The giant wolfgirl paused, put down the large contraption on her shoulder with a heavy metallic *THUD!*, and reached into the  bag.

The dumbfounded wife mechanically took the treat from the massive offering hand, which made the wolfie whine cheerily.

Placing the contraption back on one shoulder, off went the hulking creature toward her  destination.

Stepping out of his car, Mr. Coronal examined the Choco-Raisins in his wife's hands.  "I hate raisins. No wonder she's so eager today."

Mrs. Coronal sighed. "I hope she doesn't have any chocolate in that bag. Could be bad for her."

—–

One engine of a large passenger plane made a bee-line across town. She traveled across a bridge, and followed a set of railroad tracks three blocks through the last surrounding neighborhoods and a small forest to reach a warehouse district.

Stopping in front of a large warehouse marked "D2", she looked around before putting down the engine and sitting down in front of it, beginning to delve into her bag of delicious delights.

"Candy?"

Startled, the giant wolvette peered around the side of the massive engine.

"Good job, Candy," a thin bearded, middle-aged man in typical lab duds addressed the giantess wolfgirl, coming from a side door to the warehouse. Candy quickly stashed the bag out of sight before coming from behind the engine. The edges of her lips curled into a smile at the compliment, standing before him confidently, her massive chest thrust out like a solider prompted for inspection. The professor raised an eyebrow in thought as his eyes went to the burgeoning chest, or more precisely the clothing that enwrapped it.

He promptly reached into the pocket of his lab coat, retrieving a pen and pad.

"Candy? If you would stand straight, please."

From somewhere over the two mountains above his head, the professor heard a curious whine.

"Come on now."

The giant wolfess did so, standing as tall as the professor stepped forward. Walking underneath her chest was like being under an overpass. He examined the stitching of the shirt, which looked more strained than he remembered at the points of highest stress; both of them. Each breath made apparent the laggard fraying of the threads.

Professor Anterion was not a short man, but he only came up to her pelvic joint, which happened to be the perfect height to examine her legs. His attention was soon drawn to small tuffle of rusty red fur that was protruding from a small rip at the front of the center muscle. Candy began to feel a little anxious the close scrutinizing; the muscle bulged slightly, and the small tear widened sharply. That flexion exposed several other  previously unseen tears, along with the splitting of threads around the seams.

The professor's mind boggled contently. The clothing she wore was made thick to be extra durable  for her, but he hadn't considered the possibly that she was still a "growing girl" until now. And now that he had, hypotheses and theories were shooting off at a lightning pace in his mind.

The professor hmmed. "I think you have grown a bit in the past several months, Candy."

"Wuf?" questioned Candy as she then began to examine herself, occasionally poking at random places on her as if probing for answers as well. Somehow she got caught up in the masses that were her chest. If that was where the growth was in, it was apparently not a bad thing  as she got lost in toying with the gigantic, squishy bosom; hefting their round, firm weight in her hands and making them bounce rhythmically by bobbing her shoulders and tensing her chest.

Noticing Candy's idly swishing tail through the opening in the back of the jeans reminded the professor on an overlooked detail.

"…Oh yes, the new trousers should certainly be much wider around the rear…." the professor murmured as he wrote his spoken words down on the pad.

It was like a bag of nickels hitting the bottom of her gut. Candy understood what he said, and like any other living being on this planet, is just as susceptible to taking the meaning of words out of context. Candy never felt fatter.

Putting away the pad, the professor them began to examine the engine with an almost similar focus.

"Everything looks in order,“ Professor Anterion stated after he finished his inspection. But he then held up a familiar bag of goodies he found hidden near the engine exhaust.

“And I see Marko gave you a treat. But you have to remember your diet… uhh… Candy?”

The professor gaze was eventually met with folded back ears, slumped shoulders, and a saggy-lipped pout. He was taken aback at the red-furred wolf girl’s sudden change in demeanor.

“Is something wrong?” The gears began spinning in the doctor’s head… and soon, he came upon an answer.

“Oh, I see now. It is about the new clothes right?”

Candy eventually gave a sudden nod.

“Not to worry. I will make sure everything we buy brought this time fits you properly, and lasts.”

If Candy looked like how she felt right then, over a thousand pounds of mush would currently be flowing through the nearby drain channel into the sewers. The large main doors to the warehouse meanwhile began to open wide.

“Candy, if you could bring the engine into the warehouse? Umm… "

The professor wasn’t sure, but he would swear that she looked even more depressed than a moment earlier. But still, though it was at a dragging, lazy pace, Candy brought the engine inside. The Professor sighed as he looked at the sack of treats in his hand. It was just plain unusual, unnatural even, for her not to fight him to keep her unhealthy snack food when she was found out.

[Vollar-Tile]

—-

On the outside, the storage warehouse was in the condition one would expect for a building that'd been standing since the 30's. Inside however, was quite a different matter. The walls, windows, and even ceiling was clean of cobwebs and dust. The interior of the warehouse was repainted, the floors redone, retiled and reinforced. For scientists, it was albeit mandatory to have a clean, sterile environment to work in.

Lined against the walls were large machines and computers of different uses and processing power, along with parts of other machines laying around.

Because of her size, Candy was not allowed in many places, but the large double doors meant there were no worries for her here, as the warehouse was quite spacious. Too bad there was usually nothing for her to do there usually, outside of changing light bulbs, carry around machinery when the need arose, and watch as Professor Anterion and Mr. Ahearne work.

"Hey Candy! Set that engine down over here, okay?"

Ms. Ahearne was a stalky, black haired, middle-aged Irish-American well into his 40's, who Candy saw around the warehouse occasionally. While the professor’s terrain was in the realm of physics and was decently handy with tools, engineering was not his best forte. This is where Mr. Ahearne came in. They made a rather good combination, and they got along well, which was quite a feat… as Mr. Ahearne didn't gel very well with many outside of his wife, possibility because they both spoke the same intellectual language when it came to science and technology. Candy set the engine down, a little clumsily, making the floor shiver with it’s weight.

The two men of science and engineering investigated the engine, and after a few tests, found that it still ran perfectly. Professor Anterion and Mr. Ahearne then spent a large chunk of the day playing with their new toy. Candy had her part in it as well, turning the large engine this way and that, helping them hook wires and holding the engine in positions that would have been incredibly difficult to manage, even with the best possible equipment. Nothing beats a 11-foot beast helping with the intricacies of heavy labor.

When she wasn't helping, Candy could be found sulking in a corner, while they worked. It didn’t take long at all for Ahearne to notice this, and began to spend time trying to cheer the wolfie up with some of their usual games, but nothing worked.

“What’s wrong with Candy? She‘s looks really down. Won‘t even say a word.” Not that she’s ever said a word…

“She’s sad because I need to buy her some new clothing. I think she’s really attached to her old ones.”

“Ahhh, I see.” It was then that the watch on the Irishman’s wrist went off.

"Oh! Hey doc, isn't it about time?"

Professor Anterion looked at his own watch.

"Oh, yes! Right, it is almost time for them to be letting out." The professor looked the wolfie's way.

"Candy? Do you mind going to pick up Marie? School is… umm…"

The professor and Ahearne looked off in the direction of the open warehouse door, and  the wisp that'd shot out of it during his query.

"…Well, no, of course not."

Ahearne chortled.

“Marie always gets her back in high spirits.”

—–

"Are you really serious about this Jaspers?"

"What could it hurt Simon."

"Your wallet for one." Simon fidgeted with his glasses. "I'm sure that's the only reason he told you that story. To get you to visit this gift shop we‘re heading to–"

"Where other monster-chaser enthusiasts hang at!" Jaspers finished. "Not that we're like those weirdoes, but this is a chance to scrounge up some good information!"

Traveling through a neighborhood, one Ford F250 cruised to a slow 15 mph as they entered a school zone. Jaspers groaned at not taking the turn a couple of blocks back to avoid this. It was apparently 3:00pm at one Provo Springs Elementary School, and kids were swarming around the school like the busy bees they were. The streets were clear  however, and Jaspers could have continued, but he and Simon were too busy staring at the huge group of kids that were piled atop eachother near the bus-loading area, resembling a mountain of eager ankle-biters. The teacher's authority seemed to have little if any effect on disassembling the hill of students.

"CAN-DY! CAN-DY!" The two heard the kids chant as they finally rolled pass, teachers and staff trying to disassemble the hill of kindergarteners and 1st graders as more instead continued to pile on.

Taking one last look in their rearview mirrors, Jaspers and Simon shrugged as they continued to their destination.

—–

"Alright, that's enough children! Stop it before someone gets hurt! Stop!" the assembled teachers yelled, putting their mental word filters on 'high' while their  patience came to a steady boil.

"Candy! Candy!" The children chanted.

"Will you look at that? A mountain of students eager for detention." an authorative voice spoke. The eyes of group of kids locked on to the source before quickly climbing off the pile-up like an army of bugs scurrying from a piece of fruit that'd been disturbed.

The kids were from different classes, but Jerod L. Hosser was the principal. He could make that horrid threat happen.

One by one they quickly dispersed, heading to their busses or homes if they were close, revealing one female extra-large beastie at the very bottom, chirping and yipping with delight, having enjoyed playing with the children.

Ms. Ale, one of the newest teachers, scowled at the remaining children, or more importantly who or what, they were still gathered around.

"… Marie's mutt is here today."

"Mmhm," the principal answered idly.

"She should be picked up by her parents, not her dog."

"Mmmhm."

Ms. Ale grumbled. "It's dangerous."

"Mmm." The principal answered. Ms. Ale turned to find her principal eating a powdered donut.

"Sir? Are you listening?"

Principal Philips chuckled. "Dangerous."

"You like that Candy? Hmm? You're so nice! Yes you are!" Still laying on the ground, a  young girl was busy rubbing Candy under her chin, who seemed to enjoy it, judging by  the sounds eliciting from her throat. Ms. Ale's attention however, was trained elsewhere.

"Bown-ce! Bown-ce! Higher!"

"They feel so squishy!"

Two kids laughed gleefully while they mercilessly leapt up and down atop her bosoms. Candy apparently didn't seem to mind, and it seemed like they were actually getting some good air  from their jumps.

"Hey stop that!" the girl protested at the boys, "That's really rude!" Which of  course, did nothing to stop their selfish fun.

Ms. Ale's eyes swallowed the scene like a mouthful of steaming bile.

"You think there's nothing wrong with that?" She said, pointing at the two boys arguing with the girl as they played trampoline on Candy's giant mounds.

The principal snickered under his breath. "Just mad b'cause yours aren't that firm."

"WHAT?"

"At least they’re not eating worms."

The principal sighed and shrugged casually as Ms. Ale eyed him dangerously. "Boys. What’re you gonna do."

"CANDY!" A new voice called. As instant as the sound met her ears, Candy popped up.

"Woah!"

"Hey!"

The motion of Candy sitting up sent the two boys flying, but Candy easily caught them in each hand, set them down, gave them a pat on the head, and joyously jaunted past the principal to greet a young, blond ponytailed girl who was just coming out of school.

The principal chuckled. “Mary? looks like your pet came to pick you up from school again.”

“Mary?? Nononono! That’s “Marie“, Mr. Principal! As in “Mah…Re”, remember?" the 8 year-old girl enunciated the two syllables in her name. “It’s French!”

“So, well, yes,” The principal chuckled awkwardly as the little girl firmly corrected him. If she wasn’t perched on the shoulder of a herculean wolvette, she would still have the same compelling effect.

"So uncle’s busy huh? As usual." Candy nodded, while picking up Marie to give her friend a customary perch on her warm, broad shoulder.

Marie patted Candy's head cheerfully. "Well that's fine, I guess this gives us some time to go play then!"

"Ahem! That will be after you've done your homework, right missy?" Ms. Ale addressed the girl from her high perch. Marie blinked.

"…It's Friday, Ms. Ale." Principal Philips informed her.

"Oh. Well… she may have weekend homework!"

Marie shook her head. "Nope!"

"…..Well, alright then." The teacher coughed uneasily. "Have a good weekend then. Uhh…  both… of you."

"Bye Ms. Ale! Bye Principaaaal!" Young Marie sang as Candy took off from the school.

—–

Professor Anterion paced back and forth about the room.

A playing card flicked it's way across the room to land in a basket.

"I'm sure they will be here any minute." Mr. Ahearne assured him. He smirked to himself; the eagerness to show off the final fruits of their laborious project was making the professor antsy. He knew… because he was just as anxious.

The professor sighed. “Yes, I’m sure of they will be…”

It was otherwise quiet inside the sterile laboratory, which made it easy to hear the talking going on outside.

—-

After some fun and games elsewhere, Candy brought Marie to uncle laboratory.

“I wonder what uncle has planned? He’s been rather secretive for months about his newest gadget. You have any ideas what it– Candy?”

Marie found Candy standing a distance  from the warehouse door, fidgeting and twiddling her fingers.

“Something wrong?”

As best as she could, Candy tried to explain her feelings. A paragraph of whines and whimpers, and a montage of mimed movements later, Marie figured out what was wrong.

“Oh! You’re worried about if you’re getting fat because your butt is too big?” Marie asked Candy. Whimpering, the   colossal 11-foot, behemoth bosomed, massive muscled, red furred Candy mournfully nodded her head at the petite, 4-foot-tall, 8-year-old little girl.

“Aww… Candy…poor girl…” Marie said with a empathic sigh. She walked up and tenderly hugged Candy’s massive leg. Candy bent down and picked the young girl up; Marie planted her legs atop her expansive bosoms, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around Candy’s neck, hugging her neck with all her little might. Candy held Marie as best she could, her huge, strong hands hugging her best friend in the world close to her, sharing in the warm feel of each other’s caring embrace.

“OF COURSE YOUR BUTT IS BIG!!” Candy toppled over like a ton of bricks.

“Everything about you is BIG!” the young girl explained, standing atop the fallen wolvette’s breasts, holding her hands out to futilely demonstrate how big.

“What’s so bad about that?? It doesn’t mean you’re fat; you’re BIIIIG,” she emphasized with outstretched arms, “and pre~~~~tty, and STROOONG!” Marie finished, curling her arms in a silly bodybuilder pose.

“Wuf?”

“Of course I mean it! I‘d never lie to you, you‘re my best friend! Now stop sulking and let‘s go see what uncle wants.” Marie Hopped off of the two melons she was using for her perch, and sat down in the zone between Candy’s thick neck and pectorals, so she could speak more discreetly to her favorite wolfie.

“It’s probably going to be something GREAT! And maybe…” she leaned in closer, nose to nose with the wolf girl,  “We can get that bag of sweets from him!” she whispered, giggling.

Candy’s eyes lit up as nodded enthusiastically.

“Ahem,” a voice said; Marie and Candy turned their heads to spot Uncle Anterion and Mr. Ahearne standing in the doorway.

“Oh! Hi uncle! Hello Mr. Ahearne!” Little Marie greeted the two adults shamelessly, but unsure if they overheard them or not.

"You're finally here. I was worried that Candy may have forgotten."

"Yup, we're here grandpa! What did you want to show us?" Marie asked as she and Candy followed the two older men into the warehouse. Inside was all the machines and computers that she was familiar with from her frequent visits to the professor‘s lab. Placed in the cleared, southern area of the room, was the engine that Candy had picked up earlier that morning. Marie followed the sets of cables with her eyes, all the way to the workstation of computers the Professor used for his work, and then following the sets of cables from the computers, over to… something triangular hidden under a sheet. Curious to see what it was, Marie really hoped that they were not about to get a huge, complex explanation of intricate details before whatever this big unveiling was.

The professor went into a huge, complex explanation of intricate details that neither Candy nor Marie really understood.

"I'm sure you are not familiar with atomic manipulation, but this is key in today's endeavor. Using a guided laser to manipulate the clusters of atoms in the cell, we plan to generate enough speed and a heavy gravity to create a dilation…"

It didn't help that the professor's tone of voice when it came to something thrilling, was a decimal above the albeit “exciting” tone used in any other situation.

"…All thanks to the finding of this special material, which has culminated into this breakthrough. I'm sure you have all noticed…" he paused, taking a quick survey of his audience.

Mr. Ahearne found something entertaining from the look on his face, but he was sure it wasn’t his explanation. He followed his eyes to Candy and Marie. Candy had taken a kneeling seat on the floor with Marie sitting on a huge thigh. Both were looking on with pleasant and surprising interest for him to continue.

“And so, by neutralizing the electrons, we will actually be able to restructure the quark element in…”

Ahearne had to bite his upper lip at the faces Candy and Marie were making as soon as the professor turned around to continue his lecture.

"And so… without further ado, we will start the process. Ahearne, if you would do the honors?"

"Huh? Oh, right! Right, one second." Ahearne snapped back to focus, and headed over to the clothed machine, ripping the sheet off for all to see.

The shape the sheet created was rather misleading. Everyone gathered, basked in the technological breakthrough and glory of… two poles set against each other, with a thick, circular cylinder 8 feet tall attached in the middle. Not all great advances in technology look like fancy, polished works of art.

"Alright! Programs coming on-line! Engine is on standby. “L.G. is fully operational and waiting…”

There was the sound of an airplane engine grew in pitch as it revved to full power. The rotator however was disconnected, which eliminated the typical searing noise; it was not needed in this case, only the power and rotation. Graphs and charts began to display on the monitors, keeping track of the multiple dynamics of the invention rapidly coming into play.

Like the heat rising from a desert street, so did the air seem to distort and swirl  between the bars that made the triangle, a speck of light began to illuminate gradually at the center of the cylinder, as if someone were adding color to a blank canvas. Eventually a picture was painted from the swirling matter, taking the appearance of a beautiful land of copper shaded grass and a red setting sun over a distant mountainside.

Marie and Candy both looked impressed, Candy inching closer to the eerie window.

"Yes, this is an actual window into another place in our world." The Professor rubbed his chin. “Though it was larger than this last time…”

"A portal?" Marie asked.

"E-yup a bonifide portal!" Ahearne proclaimed. "Well, more a window, you cou' say. We call it “The Looking Glass“; a way to see anywhere ye like!"

Marie raised her eyebrow. "You mean like a TV?"

"No, not at all," the professor stepped in to save his intellectual discovery. "This is actually a controlled distortion in space time. A "window" like Ahearne  says, but… Candy? Please step back."

Professor noticed that candy was inching too close, curiosity leading her to draw a clawed finger toward the odd space.  Candy quickly lurched back, taking Marie with her protectively, grinning sheepishly at the professor.

"Where was I? Oh yes. This is our first step. With our continued research, this could one day become a possible, instant mode of transport between distances." he allowed himself a smirk of well-deserved self-satisfaction. "I'll bet THAT is interesting, yes?"

Marie nodded enthusiastically. Both she and Candy clapped appreciatively; Candy even gave a appreciative, happy "yip!"

"Can you use it to see anywhere else? How about the moon? Or Mars?"

"Ahhh…" Professor Anterion looked a bit nervous at the onslaught of suggestions from  Marie. "Well, you see,"

"Ey, good question! Who cares about valleys anyway!" Mr. Ahearne began to tweaking  the panel controls.

"Ahh yes, it should be possible in theory but–" The professor hastily explained as he quickly headed over to the controls which Ahearne was already at work manipulating.

The "window" began to fuzz up and morph gradually, lights streaming to and fro, within… and without. Everyone in the room became a little anxious when the colors seemed to bleed out of the portal, overlapping atop their hands and bodies.

The intangible window seemed to eventually calm down, revealing once again the same  terrain they'd just seen.

"See?" Ahearne admonished the professor. "Nothing to worry about. Your invention is  working like a charm."

Oh, well… indeed." the professor sighed in relief, "But it looks like the range capabilities is not yet fully intergraded. This is…"

He paused, squinting his eyes as if he were trying to a speck of dust on a canvas. It  was very hard to see with the glare of the bright red of the lowering sun, but it was  there, he was sure of it, something that was not there before. Within the northeastern  section of the window, was the faint outline of a…

Professor Anterion gasped, adjusting his glasses.

"…Celestial body? So close to the Earth?"

Without warning, the four assembled were witness to a cacophony of explosions that  came out of the blue, emanating from the warped space. Smoke poured into the room, but  the space continued to distort wildly, twisting, these effects somehow causing the room to darken to a strange hue. Electricity visibly crackled around the bars,  becoming greater in intensity. It was not until the light went out of the room, that their expressions went from awe to worry, especially when an eerie shape began to take shape in the center of the bright, chaotic distortion.

And then like that, the sounds, the sights, the danger… it was suddenly over. The gathered group looked on at the physical form that replaced the window. It lay on the floor, perhaps disoriented and perhaps confused.

The professor adjusted his glasses on the figure that lay before them, still obscured by the thick black smoke.

"…Fascinating. Something actually managed to pass through… that should not be possible, but…"

They could tell right away that whomever it was, was human, or at least somewhat. As it rose to it’s feet, Marie, Professor Anterion, and Mr. Ahearne all took a sharp breath at the shadowy figure was that taller than any human. It had a distinct male physique, quite broad even for his height, but well proportioned. Whatever clothing it once wore had been  incinerated, the remaining pieces still smoldering with an occasional wick of fire on  their tips. The air had cleared enough that more features became apparent; like large ears atop the figure's head, and a long, sleek tail waving about, that was rather very similar to a feline…

‘Was it because of travel through the portal?’ the professor wondered. Or was it something else…

An unusual sound prickled the ears of the professor, the assistant, and Marie. If they  didn't know any better, they would swear it sounded like a motor rumbling, heavy  enough to shiver the floor beneath their feet. But the power to the engine had already  been shut off by the emergency breaker.

"…Candy?"

…Was about all Marie could say, before her giant friend and wolfess lunged at the figure in a berserk rage.

…To be Continued.

Disclaimer: Marie, Professor Anterion, and Caligus are © Anterion (Along with some wonderful ideas) all used with permission. Depictions may not be accurate or up to creator's desires and standards… but it’s all good!
The rest I believe are © me. Uh… I think.

[Vollar-Tile]

Also, I wanted to ask if anyone knows a good place to post furry-esque stories of this type?

[Seldom]

Fun story!

If femuscle is a narrow taste, I think furry femuscle's audience is probably minuscule. I don't know of any forums devoted to it, but that does not mean they don't exist.

[tracer]

I know I don't post often on this board.

But this. This type of story is along the lines of what I hope to see every time I click the unread posts button.
It has all the feel of a gold digger comic. It made me smile to read it.

Just thought I'd post to show my support for stories like this.

[Lingster]

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