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This is the new and improved first chapter of the Pandapocalyse series!

This story is a 1961 period piece, so the omfg I am furry now reactions are part of the plot, the sexual revolution is about to go off. Oh, and there is a nuclear holocaust that turns the world topsy furry.

Just scroll to the end if you want to see: Man on furry spirit action.

By the way I am always happy to write you stuff if you draw me any kind of avatar, first come fist serve. Oh and the first commenter gets to suggest a fetish the series will next deal with.

Paul had always been entitled, which was lucky because god had given him nothing else. His black hair, on top of his compact build, with eyes that gave him the constant aware stare of an hawk, he looked like a mafia goon from the old gangster movies.

He would have ended up in these circles, had he not been the son of Jonathan Mann head of a regional import export business. This had given his son the post of executive accountant. He really just needed to sit in front of the other accountant's occasionally crunch some numbers, and stare at people when he thought they were wasting time.

Paul had always felt the sting of being good at nothing, and everything, and he tended to be lazy, always doing something with his hands, and shooting an occasional leer of to a girl.

All of it gave him the appearance of somebody who was always scheming, his job bored him out of his skull.

Thankfully Jonathan Mann thought it best to spare his accountant staff the his sons glare every few weeks, so it was business trips, mostly to the mountains, into a hunting cabin, far away from his home town, so nobody would see Paul wandering about.

Paul didn't question his father, he knew full well that in this world he had few skills, and an uncanny ability to scare women away.

Paul didn't even enjoy hunting much. The sitting around trying to keep every movement, even breath slow, so he could put a round between the animals eyes, was OK. He hated actually pulling the trigger, blowing away bones, flesh, and part of his hearing. Almost always having to stab the life out of the dying animal, that wasn't rewarding. Usually he only hunted animals he could eat in a day, or just pointed that rifle at them without it being loaded, pulled the trigger, he tried to beat records he had kept in his diary since the first time he had come out there.

He couldn't even invite friends, not that he had many, not all that many people of the rich, and the beautiful as few as there were, cared to have their prized sons, and daughters be around him. They also picked on him, because he didn't look or act like them. It pissed him off, the fact that he outright hated these people didn't make him more approachable.

So he sat thinking on a tree stump, surveying the neighboring valley with it's crystal clear waters in summer time a natural magnet for all creatures great, and small.

He was cleaning his pistol, a large .45 caliber revolver, just in case the wolves or some other beast decided to have him for lunch. It was already clean, but occasionally dropping a part, finding it picking it up, wasted at least half an hour, and day by day he got faster at putting it back together.

Not that it mattered, his father had exterminated almost all the predators in the area in his time hunting, and it was unlikely he would see it coming when some beast decided to kill him.

It was just about four now, and he was getting sick of it, he decided to go to take his Ford Fairline to the local Post office, and get this weeks magazines from his postbox.

Paul locked his guns in the cabin, and took the 30 minute trip into the small town. It was wedged in between two mountains, the road in the middle pretty much led past all the stores, and some smaller houses were right behind them, mostly the store owners lived there, no red light in the entire city. Paul put on his sunglasses just before he entered town, just so nobody knew exactly who he was. But he tipped well, and made an effort to put on one of his catchier smiles, spend most nights getting moderately drunk at the saloon, so people knew him.

They called him Bacon, but they weren't being insulting about it, they knew he would throw at least one round a night, so they kept on his good side.

While still in the post office, lost in in thought he shoveled this weeks products of the American Pornography Industry, out of his postbox into a bag, the clerk walked up to him, a knowing wink, and handed him a note. He watched him walk off, not at all bad looking, tall build warm brown hair, good natured eyes.

He looked at the note: "We share a common interest, let's meet outside of the bar this Friday.", a poet he wasn't.

Well three days till Friday, he wasn't entirely sure about him, but who the hell else could he discuss pornography, and advanced masturbation techniques with, so what the hell.

He checked the contents of his bag, and lit a cigarette, as soon as he got back to the car, he even got a package that was probably a sex toy, nice would definitely have to try that out.

Well he was off again, waving goodbye to a couple of girls that walked past, which gave him patronizing smiles, that didn't even hurt his feelings anymore.

Well it was Monday, the Bar was closed, so this meant he had a whole lot of reading, and masturbation to catch up on, whatever, no matter.

He drove off, stopped at the liquor store to pick up a quart of vodka, and a chest of coke bottles because, he had just run out. He took the car up the hill again emptying his cigarette box on the way up, and chocked down the last puff of smoke, down his irritated throat, which made it all the sweeter, when the last nicotine buzz hit his body, like the tingling warmth of a fading orgasm.

Nuclear holocaust, he hides in the cellar and whines some...

He finally was up at the hut, and stepped out of the car, suddenly something burned his eyes on the horizon, it took him a moment, he watched what looked like the top gigantic light bulb, burn itself into his eyes, an uncomfortable warmth washed over him, it almost made him collapse.

Then he bolted for the cellar, he could hear Nuclear Holocaust rumbling in the distance, like an animal unleashed from the pit, still dazed from the heat that hit him he half fell down the ladder into the cellar under the hut, it had been build to store meat where it was a bit colder and wouldn't get in the way, it was claustrophobic.

Paul stood there for a moment frozen in the darkness, then a huge roar, breaking glass, and the cracking of the hut collapsing, threatened to burst his ear drums, then it was utterly silent.

Paul was scared out of his skull, he searched his pockets for his lighter, he had left it in his car.

"Shit.", he mumbled, he felt for where the ladder had been, it had fallen over, Paul put it back in it's place, climbed up and tried to push away the wreckage that had been the hut, he wasn't strong enough.

Paul realized it, he was going to die, no way in hell he was getting out of the cellar, no tools, and the walls were made out of solid logs. He collapsed on the floor, scared, breathing hard, his heart racing, he hoped it would cross the finish line.

Paul didn't know when he woke up again, he was still in the same cellar, that was now colder, and he was hungry, he leaned against the wall, hoping, sitting would allow him to feel more comfotable, but what if he had to go to the bathroom he wondered, his last days would be filled with the stench of shit. That was hell.

He pushed it out of his mind, it was dark, it was so easy just not to think.

To just try to forget what was going on around him. He hoped someone would help him, but they were with their families now, for all they knew he was dead, and there were bigger problems then to dig some rich guy's corpse out of a wrecked hut.

Slowly the hours went by, he couldn't occupy his mind, so he tried to keep it empty, to make everything fade. Paul wanted to stop caring so desperately, but his brain kept telling him to fight, but what, he couldn't dig his way out, couldn't clear the wreckage, couldn't start a fire and let the carbon monoxide take care of the rest...

He was filled with fear and regret, by now the radioactive fallout would pour down form the sky, and murder everything that was exposed to it. He hoped it would reach him down here, so the radiation would make him fall unconscious, so he didn't have to feel guilty about dying without having been able to do anything.

He hated it, nobody cared, he was alone, who would come for him, this one moment he truly needed somebody more then ever, where were they? He cried himself to sleep, the cold draining the energy out of him.

Paul meets the spirit of the Panda

The dream started with a burning sensation in his closed eyes, he opened them, was this a dream?

"All things come to an end, Paul.", he stood in the middle of the valley town, all the trees husks of what they were before, everything covered with the gray of disuse, and ashes, only the creaking of the bars shield "Old Saloon", in a breeze that blew dust down the main road, everything dead.

Then again that burning sensation, but in the back of his neck.

He turned around, then he saw, well her. C cubs, looking more like D's in their fur cover, the perfect startling white of her chest fur, against the shining black fur, that covered her limbs. Her inviting hips, strong muscle, made to look strangely soft by her shining coat.

They locked eyes. Paul was awestruck, he pupils were of a radiant green, that made him ashamed he had stared at her with such leering, this was one of natures miracles. A Panda woman, Paul shook his head, but no there she was.

"Uh...", Paul tried to say something, but choked, he couldn't find the words.

She moved her black ears underneath her white hair.

With all the dead, and gray surrounding her, only broken by the barbershops red striped, well barber thing, she seemed like the worlds last flower, proudly making it's last stand, for all the dying see.

Paul couldn't say anything, he just stood there, hoping to hear the voice that had matched her so naturally once again.

"Paul, sit with me.", she said, her black mouth seeming to kiss every word. She pointed at the bench next to the saloon. She walked over Paul followed, ashamed at how turned on looking at her walking slowly to the bench, her stubby tail swinging made him.

She sat down, and he followed, suit feeling a deep sadness radiate from her.

"Do you know what I am.", she asked him, Paul shook his head. "Me, and my brothers and sisters are with all life, from the second it is created it forms us, and we form it. All life flows past us, and we steer it's form, ever improving it.", she said speaking slowly, her snout was beautiful, and her soothing voice ran with a flow that he threatened to loose himself to.

She put her hands behind his shoulders, and pressed him to her chest: "You can feel it Paul can't you? The path and from of a thousand lives united, within me?", she asked urgently.

Paul nodded, his breath had slowed, his eyes were wide open surveying things he couldn't comprehend.

She let go of him, Paul wanted back into her embrace, but her bottomless green eyes stopped him.

"Apart we both die. Together we can brave the horrors of this dying world.", she said, tear rolling down the jet black fur around her eyes, "Help me for the sake of helping, keep this form alive, for the sake of all that wore it before you! Show the world we haven't died, and never will. Do you swear it?", her streaming tears, Paul would have tried to do anything to dry them, he doubted he could do any of the things she asked.

"I swear I will try.", he said feeling beaten.

Horray finally Man on female Panda spirit Furry action, it took long enough...

"Then join me.", she said, running her soft paw over his back, it was like his clothes were gone, he opened his eyes after enjoying this sensation, he could see his painfully swollen erection where his pants had been.

She put her arms behind his neck, and sat on his lap, he started grinding his dick against her vagina, he could feel her moist warmth against his balls.

"What's you name.", he asked a shiver running through him, and it amazed him that he even cared.

"You can call me Panda.", she said, and blew warm breath on his face, starting to make slow movements of her own, starting to lube up the underside of Paul's Penis.

Slowly Paul stated to hear the spirits again, this time they weren't as discordant, a thousand voices their gentle vibrations touching something inside of him, changing something primal.

"You are good at this Panda.", he said trying to keep his voice calm, just almost succeeding.

Panda gave him a hint of a smile, moving her vagina longer distances up and down his shaft.

"It's all in your mind Paul, this is what you wanted our union to be. I won't deny us anything.", then she, moved her sex to the top of Paul's circumcised penis and stopped, and put her hands behind her back.

Her looks made his cock throb, her fur made his cock throb, her wonderful female smell made his cock throb, the look of her erect nipples shining though her fur definitely made his cock throb.

Paul felt his body almost melt, with pleasure, and something else, he could feel pores sprouting hairs, like a thousand holes being filled, making him complete. He could feel the bones in his face changing, his entire metabolism hitting a fever pitch.

Panda smiled: "You are the part I need Paul, let's disappear together and emerge as one.", she said rubbing the head of his penis with her labia, both of them enjoying each others warmth.

"Yes.", Paul said between gasps. He would have taken a bullet in the head for this moment, this creature, whatever it was.

He grabbed her breasts, finding the nipples under the fur playing with them, giving them small tugs, which she seemed to enjoy, he noticed his nails had become sharper, and his fingers smaller, he had to be extra careful not to hurt her.

Paul grabbed her butt, and she put part of her weight onto his hands, then he slowly, enjoying the firmness of her flesh, lowered her onto his dick, raising his mind into paradise. When she was all the way down on his lap, Paul felt his heart stop for a moment, this whet burning warmth radiating mind searing pleasure, that had encompassed his penis.

Paul was thankful, they touched their snouts, Paul wondered about that, locked eyes, then tongues, and Paul didn't care anymore.

Panda started slowly moving again, her vaginal muscles hugging every part of his cock. The fire stated burning again, it took Paul a lot of willpower just to join Panda's slow movements, and penetrate her deeper, which made her raise her head, and stick out her tongue.

Shivers flowed like waves through both of their bodies, Paul could feel himself changing more rapidly. Their minds seemed to flow in unison, sometimes he thought he could see through her eyes at his changed body, with the same wonderful fur as hers, he could feel, as she felt when he penetrated her, his mind growing red hot, but she was not yet ready to orgasm. So the pleasure was denied to him too. His mind burned white hot, and he breathed hard.

This just wasn't enough: "Would you please get on the floor so I can hump you like a dog?", he asked, and she understood, she got up of his dick, the feeling made Paul's body spasm.

He closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he could see her kneeling in front of him, her vagina, still quivering the slight quivers that drove his cock mad, and her anus exposed. Paul saw that the fur around her sex, had become soaked with their juices.

He got down on the sidewalk with her, and gently pushed into Panda again, enjoying their combined sensations. Paul started speeding up, he could feel his heart thumping slower than usual, he didn't even break much of a sweat, as he pushed in, and out, feeling her flesh caressing his dick.

He reached for her breasts, this time to knead them, he could feel the stimulation from her nipples, enhancing her pleasure.

"Yes, that's it.", Panda said, her voice gentle, and happy, "This is the best position...", her voice falling to almost a wisper, this moment was just between them. Paul could feel her grow wetter, and hotter, encouraging him to push harder, put every ounce of strength into making them feel good.

Both of them were close, so terribly close, to the end of this moment of intimacy, a few steps away from heaven.

Then Paul shuddered, something was flowing into his penis, at first he didn't care, but then he saw it every fiber, of Pandas being, twisting turning being absorbed into his dick.

All while he was still doing her, wanting to give her just one last orgasm before she disappeared into him. Then time seemed to freeze, and started flowing again with the power of a hot orgasmic stream, stopped again, he watched more of her entering his dick, his balls seeming to swell to accommodate her. He came again and again, furiously wanting to prolong the pleasure, wanting to remember her vagina, her tits, her fur forever.

Then he felt himself tingle, and disappear, the entire world seemed to turn in on itself, he closed his eyes, felt the last of Pandas wonderful flesh and fur flow into his dick. His balls now swollen like two giant pregnant spheres. Then his mind went blank.

Awesome I got cockvore, spirits, and transformation into this one, we are off to a great start, and I hope I will see you again next week with Pandapocalipse: A knack for Communism!