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[size=10px]This is a furry story.

This story is being started with the intention of making at least one sizable contribution to it per day, as per Remmy’s “artistic endeavour a day” stipulates. I find it best when read mentally with an aristocratic British accent, but your mileage may vary. Enjoy.[/size]

Chapter One

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This story begins with a pair of panties.

The panties in question were a gentle shade of pink, cut low and imprinted with an admittedly adorable red heart shape on the back, just above the hole cut open for the tail that was to go through it. The presence of the heart modulated the overall presentation of the panties to give the impression of a line straddled just between an innocent cute and a rather flirtatious kind of sexy.

It was for precisely this reason that the panties caught the eyes of Louis as he breezed through his school’s large cafeteria, though this was aided generously by the attractive rear that filled them. Louis positively gawked as he moved by with his tray balanced in his hands, suddenly smitten by the feline sitting by herself at a table who was either perfectly alright with her low-cut panties being on full display due to her equally low-cut jeans, or otherwise unaware of the free show that she was giving anyone who merely happened on by, such as Louis did.

Of course, Louis didn’t sit down immediately right then and there at the table, engaging in friendly conversational with the ulterior motive of gaining access to the aforementioned panties, because that was simply not the kind of boy he was. That’s not to say that he was a better class of boy than the one who would sit down and talk to the feline and her wonderful panties, but merely that his modus operandi was a bit different.

Instead, Louis kept walking until he was absorbed into the cluster of friends that he usually spent his time with and began eating his lunch. During a lull in the conversation between himself and his friends, Louis eventually pointed out the existence of the panty-wearing feline, who his friends generally concurred to be a new student named Sarah, who was, it was agreed by the friends, building a reputation as a “bit of witch”. Despite this reputation, Louis still found that he was unable to keep his eyes off of the attractive young woman, right up to the point when the school’s bell rang loudly, signaling that the lunch period had come to an end and that it was time for the students to head to their next classes.

That is how the story began.

|Some time later…|

It had been one of the most enjoyable things that he had ever done. This thought was on Louis’s mind as he lay awake in Sarah’s bed, staring at the ceiling in Sarah’s room, with Sarah herself cuddled against his chest beside him.

We should probably back up a bit and explain in brief the series of events that lead up to an enthused and mildly boggled Louis to find himself here in Sarah’s bed, enjoying a moment of slightly sticky bliss with one of the most beautiful felines he had ever met held tightly against his side and fading rapidly into happy unconsciousness.

Louis had obviously eventually managed to work up the courage to approach the feline that he had become so smitten with, which is a lot more than can be said for most of the other girls whose look that he had fancied at one time or another. Things had slowly and gently snowballed, and what was a nervous conversation over trays in the lunch room eventually became a friendly familiarity, and what was a friendly familiarity eventually blossomed into a relationship that could very well be termed as intimate. As is the general course of things, this lead to spending time with each other outside of school, including evenings and nights that Sarah, who hadn’t turned out to be a witch at all, spent over with Louis at his house and evenings and nights that Louis spent over at Sarah’s house. This most recent evening, Louis had been invited over to Sarah’s house. Sarah had told Louis that her mother would be away for the night, and, as people at the age that Louis and Sarah are wont to do, one thing had lead to another.

The panties had very much played a large role in these things that had been lead to. As coincidence would have it, Sarah happened to be wearing the very same panties that had so attracted Louis’s attention on the first day that he became aware of her existence, and when the moment had come in which she pulled herself out of her low-cut jeans and stretched out atop her bed for his benefit, he thought that his heart was going to explode out of his chest, to say nothing of other organs of the body that were similarly becoming quite cramped. Revealed in all their glory, the front of the panties were found to be just as enticing in their display as their rear, revealing a small pink bow worked into the fabric on the front, along with, as he could now see, pink lacework around the holes for the legs. It could be said for them that they were perhaps a bit childish in their looks, but to the watching Louis, there had never been a sight infused with more passion and arousal, to say nothing of the rather fetching feline who currently occupied them.

And, so, Louis did the acceptable thing to do when presented with these kinds of situations and, for the first time in his life, made passionate and uncontrollable, if a bit clumsy, love to Sarah. Afterwards, early in the morning, they had finally finished, culminating in the point at which we now arrive, in which Louis lay staring at the ceiling with the now dozing Sarah passed out beside in pitch dark.

Now, as Louis lay there in quiet contentment, a couple of unfamiliar emotions started to steal over him. Mild shock started to gently blossom into outright nervousness as he realized just how deeply he had gotten involved with this beautiful young feline next to him, going so far into a relationship as to have passionate and uncontrollable sex. Passionate and uncontrollable sex was something that was generally frowned upon for people their age, with stern admonishings administered by both his mother and father at infrequent intervals, along with the yearly sexual education classes. As mentioned before, Louis had certainly never gone this far, and the knowledge that he had induced some feelings of panic, and he was gripped by the sudden and irrational urge to desert the scene of his crime. This is, of course, a very rude thing to do to a friend who you have just made passionate and uncontrollable sex with, but the panic was, of course, making Louis do things that he wouldn’t normally do otherwise.

As such, Louis scrambled around the room in pitch blackness, groping around with his hands in an attempt to retrieve his clothes so that he could dress himself and make his getaway. This is a difficult thing to do when you are in a room that you are only haphazardly familiar with, so it did take some time before Louis was completely dressed, belt cinched around the waistband of his jeans and his hooded zip-up sweatshirt zipped, which Louis had taken to wearing without a t-shirt underneath it, as is the norm. From there, it was an easy job to quietly sneak out of her room and down the stairs to the front door where he had come in at and taken off his shoes. Once they were safely on his feet, Louis, careful not to make any extraneous sound, opened the door and snuck out to his car, which he promptly started up and drove straight back home. So tired and overwhelmed with what had just happened was Louis that there was scarcely any time between him falling on top of his bed and falling straight to sleep, still completely dressed.[/size]

Panties [Chapter Three of Four Uploaded]

i dont know, this seem very seedy

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In what ways? I’m not sure that I understand the response.

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emm dirty, pervy, pornographic you seedy probably spelled different tho

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The characters having sex are young adults. I purposefully went out of the way to not go into the intimate details of their relationship, too. Aforementioned relationship is pretty crucial to what I’ve got planned for the rest of the story.

Hopefully, it should seem less seedy by the end of the story.

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its more the fact that you intimately describe her panties, anyway ill keep reading this and see how it goes but still yeah seedy

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I think I can understand how it would seem the way. The panties are a pretty crucial part of the story though.

I’ll just work to get the second of the three chapters up so it will make more sense.

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Here is the second chapter of my apparently seedy story. May I take this time to remind you once more that this story is furry?

Chapter Two

When Louis opened his eyes, the display on his bedside clock was there to greet him. Using vision that was still slightly bleary from his sleeping, he carefully read out 8:02, staring blankly at the numbers until his brain was able to go into high enough gear and process them, forcefully reminding poor Louis that he had but twenty-eight – twenty-seven, his brain vaguely corrected as he watched the display switch from 8:02 to 8:03 – minutes in order to get prepared to school. Because driving to school was an event in and of itself that took upwards of twenty-five minutes, this caused a small panic in the young man, and it was in this frame of mind that he hurriedly tugged his shoes back on, exited his house, climbed in and started his car and got on his way to school.

It was fully three minutes into his trip to school that Louis remembered, to his mortification, the events of the night before – the sensual cuddling, the passionate and uncontrollable, if a bit clumsy, sex, the feel of Sarah cuddling up against his chest before nodding off, and then his subsequent egress from the house. Louis knew that Sarah would in all probability be quite furious with him, and he was starting to wonder if he had doomed the first relationship that he had ever truly enjoyed, and he would of spent the rest of the trip worrying if he hadn’t become distracted by an odd sort of feeling.

The feeling was coming from around his crotch, a tight sort of feeling that, while not actually unpleasant, was wholly foreign to him. At the next red light, Louis put the car in park and, moving quickly, unbuttoned and zipped down his pants so that he could see what the problem was.

It was the panties. There, clinging to his crotch, were the panties that started the whole affair with Sarah, the little pink bow that was worked into the fabric on the front still managing to look cute, despite being affixed to the waist of a wearer that they were definitely not intended to be on. Involuntarily, Louis felt a stirring in looking at the them, maybe because of the memories associated with them and maybe not, and a certain swelling only served to point out just how ludicrous they looked on him, and not on Sarah.

Unfortunately, Louis’s ruminations were drawn short by the sound of the honking car behind him – the light had turned green! --, and, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment, he quickly did the zipper of his pants up and buttoned the button before allowing his sweatshirt down again, though the sight of the lacy pink panties affixed to his crotch remained in the forefront of his mind. Realizing that it was far too late for him to go back home and change, Louis, cheeks hot, resigned himself to a day wearing an extremely feminine pair of panties.

The rest of the trip to the school passed somewhat less eventfully, though Louis was still feeling rather worried about the status of his relationship to Sarah. How angry would she be with his panicked exit from her house in the middle of the night? It was with this thought, filling him with trepidation, that he parked his car and walked to class. Louis was so caught up in his thinking that the gentle but firm grip that caught him at his elbow and stopped his walking as he moved to enter the building caught him completely by surprise.

“What are you doing out here by yourself, sweetheart? Kindergarteners go into their own building, not the one for the high schoolers.”

The complete oddness of the statement was enough to throw Louis for a loop, and it was in complete surprise that he turned to look up at the speaker. Standing over him – not a very hard feat to do, mind you, because Louis was not very tall – was a motherly-looking rabbit, sufficiently old enough that she had obtained the aura of authoritative matronly respect that certain women begin to cultivate as they get older. The younger boy vaguely recognized the woman’s face as belonging to the principal that oversaw the kindergarten portion of his school.

“You’re not supposed to be running around without your mother or a teacher,” gently reprimanded the older woman when it became clear that Louis was too confused to speak. “Lets get you back to your class, little missy,” she said, and without another word began to lead the poor boy off towards the aforementioned building.

It wasn’t until he realized that he was actually being lead towards the kindergartener’s section of his large school that he managed to recover his senses. Cheeks red, speaking in a quiet and embarrassed tone of voice even as he was lead into the building, Louis wondered, “I-is this some kind of joke?”

This only had the effect of causing the woman to raise one eyebrow. “It’s no joke, miss. Someone your age shouldn’t be running around by themselves.”

Again, Louis was thrown for so much of a loop by this that he couldn’t even find a suitable response. He was obviously no kindergartener, and he didn’t even know what to make of ‘missy’. It was in this state, blushing and stammering, that he was navigated down a series of hallways to a door that was very clearly marked ‘K3’. Louis was ushered into the classroom, which looked very much like all kindergarten classrooms, and it wasn’t long before the rabbit was speaking over his head to the motherly-looking maine coon teacher that stood seated in a rocking chair with a large illustrated book in her hands, surrounded by a half-circle of wide-eyed three year olds. “Is she one of yours, Carol?”

The maine coon took only one look at Louis before nodding her head, saying, much to Louis’s embarrassment, “That’s my Lisa, mmhmm. I was wondering when she was going to arrive. Is everything alright?”

“I found her wandering around by herself down in the courtyard, near the high school entrance. Would you give a message to her mother about making sure that she gets to the classroom?”

“Of course, Ms. Zoey. Thank you for finding her.” With that humiliating exchange completed, the rabbit smiled at the teacher and shut the door, leaving an embarrassed Louis behind. Understandably upset, he turned around at the sound of the door starting to close, though what greeted his eyes startled him enough that any thoughts of protest, or anything else, really, flew out of his mind.

To understand the full effect of what Louis saw, a few things need to be mentioned at this point. It may have been gathered that Louis wasn’t the tallest person around, or neither very big in general at all, as the comfortable fit of a rather attractive girl’s panties on him attested to. There was a very good reason for that, and that was Louis’s species, that of a hyena. There’s a lot that can be said about a species whose females possess their own sizable psuedopenis in the wild, with pack hierarchies placing the lowest ranked adult female higher than the highest ranked male. There are, indeed, very many things that could be said, but what will be said instead is that Louis did indeed conform to the stereotypes that centered around males of his species, in that he was of petite size with an, indeed, femininely curve to his body that could very well be labeled as womanly.

With this in mind, the sight that greeted Louis née Lisa was closer to humorous and quite possibly cute more than it was to outright ridiculous, for what he saw when he turned to see the mirror mounted on the opposite side of the door that he came in on shocked him – his hair had inexplicably lengthened, long and luxuriant blonde locks rolling down to gather and spill over his shoulders, distinctly feminine in it’s look. Gone, too, was his zip-up hooded sweatshirt and blue-jeans – an altogether juvenile yellow blouse clung to his thin gray frame, making a distinct contrast against his light gray fur. Slightly numb, Louis briefly noted the gentle lace frill around each armhole, along with the pink star embroidered in the middle, centered over his small tummy.

He was similarly shocked and mortified to see the transformation of his perfectly acceptable blue jeans into a rather adorable purple skirt, knee-length with the same juvenile tint that was to be seen with his blouse. A small twist to the side revealed it to be uniform all the way around, save a small hole cut in the rear for his stubby little tail. The movement also brought to his attention a curiously new sensation around his crotch, just as foreign as the incident that started off the morning, but at the same time, different. Wide-eyed, Louis reached down and tugged the front of his skirt up, just enough to see what was causing the sensation.

To his extreme embarrassment, Louis was greeted with the sight of those same pink panties that he had tugged up his legs the night before, right down to the adorable little bow worked into the fabric on the front, only with, he noted, an increased thickness at the front, growing even wider as it went between his legs and came back up behind him to caress his rear. He was, he realized in shock, wearing an extremely girlish pair of training pants. A pair of childish white sneakers with cartoon flowers on them was duly noted adorning his feet, completing the look.

Again, it should be noted, Louis’s body wasn’t particularly masculine to begin with – where on another boy the clothing would look so out of place as to be ridiculous, on the hyena, it merely looked comical, as if a teenage girl were to happen into a bin of extremely childish clothing and not instead the same clothing on an obviously male figure. Indeed, it’d take a discerning eye at all to tell that Louis was male at all, though he was very certainly not three years old.

So captivated by his own reflection was he, he failed entirely to notice the teacher when she came up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder, saying, “Would you like to join us, Lisa? We’re having story time.”

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Sex?! GOOD HEAVENS NO!

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A little odd to find a story named ‘panties’. The word ‘panties’ seems so much dirtier than just ‘pants’ as well. But yeh, I’ll read.

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Strange. But oddly compelling. Kind of like Flight of the Conchords.

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Chapter Three

Understandably dazed with all that had happened, Louis was lead over to the rest of the kindergarteners in numb muteness. He was embarrassingly aware of the presence of the training pants hugging his waist by way of their thickness and the way that they rubbed against him and slightly forced his legs apart, keeping the reminder of his girlish and infantile clothing fresh in his mind. Easily guided in his confusion, it wasn’t long at all before Louis was lead and settled down among the younger children, gently ushered down onto his rear with his legs crossed in front of him. Soon, the motherly maine coon teacher had moved back towards her chair and resumed where she left off in the story.

The whole experience was, of course, very embarrassing for Louis, and it was the first time since he had been stopped by the principal that he had had an opportunity to stop and think about things. Something was very obviously wrong – Louis was almost entirely sure that he was not, in fact, a three year-old girl in kindergarten, but everyone else around him certainly seemed to think so. The transformation of his clothes was also something that required some thought – clothes definitely weren’t supposed to do that, and unsurprisingly, his attention was particularly drawn to the training panties that he was even now wearing. He was just starting to make a connection between the night before and the unusual occurrences when he became aware of another sort of unusual feeling, though this one, thankfully, wasn’t centered on what was around his waist.

Louis suddenly realized that all around him, the children’s eyes were focused expectantly on him, as well as, as he discovered a moment later, the teacher’s too. It was obvious that something was expected of him, but, having been occupied in his own thoughts, he had no idea what it was. Feeling a blush rising up in his cheeks, Louis stammered, “W-what?”

Much to Louis’s embarrassment, the class around him broke into quiet giggles while the maine coon gently reprimanded, “I asked if you were paying attention to the story, Lisa. You can be so scatterbrained sometimes.” Louis felt the the rose of embarrassment bloom on his ears and face as the three year-olds around him tittered. Blushing becuause of it, he apologized in a timid voice, “S-sorry.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” said the teacher with a warm smile, which, of course, only served to make Louis that much more embarrassed. He fidgeted in his seat in quiet humiliation as the teacher settled the rest of the class down and got back to reading the picture book. This time around, Louis kept his attention on the book, despite the obvious feelings of embarrassment in doing so like an obedient kindergartener, which, as stated, he most definitely was not.

Very soon, the end of the story was reached, which was mildly disappointing to Louis, who was starting to become interested, despite himself. Closing the book and standing up, the teacher announced that it was free play time, and that the class had two hours before snacks. The children around Louis scattered and delved into whatever toys that caught their interest, leaving the nervous hyena standing by himself. Did this teacher really expect him to play with a bunch of three year-olds?

Apparently, she did: the motherly maine coon soon noticed Louis standing by himself and moved over, gently querying, “Don’t you want to play, Lisa? Here, lets find you some friends.” Before he knew it, he was being gently steered over towards a corner where a young boy and girl were playing, the former enthusiastically running a toy tank over the carpet, the latter playing with a doll in each hand.

“Lisa, sweety, this is Bill and Francis. Why don’t you see if you can play with them while I go take care of some things?”

Louis shyly nodded his head in agreement, too embarrassed to put up a protest at this point. He turned away from the teacher and was about to approach the children when he became aware of a hand gently brushing aside his skirt and then, a moment later, a finger gently tugging the legband of his training panties away. The state of Louis’s training panties found satisfactory, Louis felt the teacher gently smooth his skirt back down and pat the seat of his rear, offering encouragingly, “That’s a good girl.” As the teacher moved away to attend to other business, Louis realized with white-hot embarrassment that he had just had his training panties checked like a real three year-old.

The humiliation of what had just happened wasn’t given time to sink in – as the teacher moved away, Bill, a small wolf dressed in overalls and a red shirt, looked up cheerfully from the plastic tank he was scooting around the floor and asked, “Hi! You wanna play tanks with me?”

Before Louis could respond, Francis, a rather prude looking skunk girl, dressed in clothes more similar to what Louis was saying, interjected: “Lisa doesn’t want to play with dumb tanks! She’d rather play dolls, with me. Right, Lisa?”

So forceful was the little skunk that Louis couldn’t stop himself from shyly nodding his head in agreement, and with an apologetic look at Bill, he settled down next to Francis. Looking disappointed, the wolf trundled off to go find more willing playmates, leaving Louis alone with Francis, who watched Bill go with satisfaction. “Aren’t boys dumb? I hate boys,” she said happily before handing Louis a doll of his own. The feminized hyena was informed that his doll was the baby doll and that Francis’s doll was the mother doll, and the tone in which the little skunk put it brokered no arguement on these points.

The next two hours passed surprisingly quickly. While Francis more or less made it clear that she was in charge, Louis found that it was almost enjoyable playing with the dolls and making up stories, to the point that it came as a surprise when, two hours having passed, the teacher announced that it was time for snacks. Following the rest of the class, he moved to sit down at the small tables in one corner of the class.

Sitting in a chair that was much too small for him and that much more humiliating because of it, Louis quietly ate his cookies and sipped his milk, embarrassing as it was to drink it through the sippy cup he was given. He was feeling thoroughly embarrassed to the point of wondering if it might just be best to try to sneak out of the classroom when the teacher loomed over the class again. “Now, we all know what comes after snack time, don’t we?”

Unhappy grumbles greeted the teacher as the kindergarten class quietly chorused, “Nap time.”

“That’s right! As soon as you’re finished with your snack, grab a sleeping mat and blanket from the closet and I’ll dim the light once we’re all settled in.”

Thus, poor Louis was forced to follow the general flock of the class, grabbing both sleeping mat and blanket from the aforementioned closet and then laying it out in the middle of the classroom. As he lay down on the blanket and pulled it over him, he thought about how ridiculous that he’d be curled up under a blanket in the middle of the day, expected to go to sleep as if he were some toddler. This was the thought that was in his mind as a sudden weariness overtook him, leaving him snoring as gently as any of the other children in the class.