Panda Play [Woman to Anthro Red Panda TF]

Commissioned Anonymously

Rachel never thought her obsession with a fictional character would go beyond fan art and daydreams, until a strange twist of magic lands her in the body of a curvy panda woman… who just so happens to be his secretary.

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Rachel sat crouched on the floor, chin resting on her knees, with a blanket over her head. The only light in the room came from the glowing TV, the only sound the quiet clicks from her controller as she made her way through the game. The curtains were drawn, the room was dark; it was always dark, she could see the screen better that way, it made the colours all the brighter. Better to see her dearest love. 

Like most people, Rachel had always known deep down there was something different about her. In middle school, when other kids were obsessed with pop stars or the boys two rows over in class, she nursed a secret crush on Kovu from The Lion King 2. It wasn’t a phase. It never faded. As she got older and her peers plunged into dating apps and teenage drama, Rachel was online. A lot. 

It was there, in the quiet corners of furry art boards and character forums, that she found herself, really found herself. Anthro characters were just so much better than normal, boring humans. The soft fur, the oversized ears, the colourful designs and expressive faces—anthro characters felt more real, more vivid, more lovable than any person she met in real life. And when she finally stumbled upon him, years later, it felt like destiny.

Timothy Patches, the protagonist of the ‘Timothy Patches: Tanuki Detective' games. Tall, with warm mottled chesnut and cream fur with darker rings striping his tail like ripples in coffee. His eyes were expressive and sharp, made all the more mysterious looking by his ever-present fedora and trenchcoat. Not to mention his big, beautiful bushy tail. And it wasn't just physical either, it was his personality; his matter-of-fact, logical mind that always put justice first, even above the law. When she’d started the first game and seen him smoking beneath that lamppost, her heart had been stolen. 

Since that day, she’d played every game, gone to every convention, collected every piece of merch. Her Timothy Patches body pillow lay at her feet, ready to hug when the big emotional payoff happened at the end of chapter three. He would save a young woman’s life, just because it was the right thing to do. Rachel’s eyes burned with unshed tears as she approached the encounter; what she wouldn’t give to be that beautiful woman in his arms. She’d even take the rabbit ears and tail. 

She’d played this level a dozen times; she could do it in her sleep, and in no time, Timothy’s face was taking up the entire screen. His warm, brown eyes stared right into her soul. 

“Are you alright, ma’am?”

“I’m fine,” Rachel whispered, even though that wasn't true. 

It was cruel, really, being in love with a fictional character. She’d already read through every self-insert fanfiction there was. Written quite a few as well. She longed for something new, some new adventure with her love. But it had been three years since the last Timothy Patches game, and so far, there was no chatter about another on the horizon. 

She finished the level and sighed, putting down the controller as credits began to roll. She knew the song by heart as well. Rachel looked around her room at all the merch; the figurines, the plushies and everything in between. It probably looked sad on the outside, but she was happy. As happy as she could be, anyway.

“Oh, Timothy…” She sighed, picking up the pillow and hugging it tight. “If only you were real.”

In the gloom, she could see her reflection in the wall mirror, lit only by the dim TV screen. If they could somehow meet, would Timothy even love her? Her, with her thin frame, flat boring hair and small chest. He would help her if she needed it, of course; he was a gentleman. But love her? Rachel had a hard time imagining it. She curled up on the floor, watching the images as the credits rolled by, squeezing the body pillow tight and pretending it was his soft, fluffy body next to her. His voice echoed through her sleepy mind, getting louder and louder until she realised there was a hand on her shoulder. 

She sat up with an undignified yelp, ready to brandish one of her beloved figurines as a weapon against the intruder, except they were gone. In fact, her entire room was gone, replaced with a familiar pulp noir style office. The hand on her shoulder gripped tighter.

“Awake are we now, Miss Stripe?”

The voice sent a shiver down her spine; it couldn't be. 

Rachel turned to look at the furry hand as it rested on her shoulder, then followed the arm up and gasped. There he was, Timothy Patches, in all his soft, furry glory. He smiled at her and lit his cigarette before chuckling. 

“Am I working you too hard, Miss Stripe? I’d hate for a client to come in only to find my secretary sleeping at her desk.” 

“S-secretary?”

Timothy smiled and took a drag of his cigarette; the stylised smoke wafted around his beautiful face. 

“That must be one hell of a dream you had to forget who you really are.”

“Y-yes, of course.”

Rachel didn't know what was happening, but then she realised she didn’t care. Somehow, she was in the world of her favourite game, and the man of her dreams was standing right in front of her. 

“Now, I’d better head off to that stakeout.” Timothy said, “Mind the office while I’m gone. I’ll be back when the sun is set.”

He turned and headed for the door, bushy tail washing behind him. Rachel’s heart fluttered; he was so cool. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and that was when she realised it felt different. Heavier. Timothy closed the door behind him just in time for Rachel to squeak in surprise as she looked down at her own body. 

Gone was her boring, straight and narrow frame; now, she was looking at curves. Massive, round, beautiful breasts pressed together by her tight blouse and covered in a soft layer of creamy fur, fringed with red. Gently, she reached a hand over and ran a finger down the side of her breast and shivered. They certainly felt real. 

“This is amazing…my fur is so soft!”

Rachel smiled, holding out her arms to try to get the best possible look at her new body. Her breasts weren’t the only new curves she’d gained; her stick-thin figure had been replaced with an exaggerated hourglass, which was further accentuated by the tight-fitting pencil skirt and blouse she had on. 

A shiver ran down her spine, and some of her fur stood on end. What's more, her spine didn’t end where it was supposed to. Instead, it kept going and Rachel turned to discover she had a fluffy, bushy tail. 

“Oh!”

She swayed her now wide hips in delight, watching it swish through the air. It was so soft and lovely. Almost as lovely as her new curves. She ran for the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. 

A gorgeous, busty, red panda woman looked back at her. Two cute, white triangle-shaped ears sat atop her head; her boring brown hair had been changed into soft red waves that reached halfway down her back, and her nose was now a small, black button nestled in the centre of her snout-like muzzle. The fur that coated every inch of her was auburn and creamy white, forming elegant markings that traced her cheeks and eyes. She was a red panda; a gorgeous, anthro red panda woman. Not only that, she was apparently Timothy’s secretary!

Rachel squealed in delight and immediately ran back out into the office, wobbling slightly in her heels as she struggled to get used to her new heavier set frame. With each step, she felt her heavy breasts jiggle. The tight-fitting blouse did nothing to support them, and they seemed to move with a mind of their own. They were so huge. Why wasn't she wearing a bra? Back in her human body, she often went braless, but that was only because her A cups barely needed it. These melons were threatening to bust her buttons each time they jiggled. 

She searched every inch of the office, getting to know all the tiny details that could never translate through her screen; the feel of his desk under her fingertips, the smell of sandalwood and something earthy that lingered in the room, the way he organised his desk drawers. Rachel had no idea how she’d gotten here, or been put in this body, but she was going to make the most of it. She was going to make Timothy proud of her and be the best secretary she could be. Oh, just to serve him, to be useful and see him every day was such an honour. 

The sun set and she waited, counting down the minutes and making a coffee just the way he liked it, ready for when he got back. Then remaking it when it got too cold. She was on the third cup when he finally walked back in, hat and coat slightly slick from the rain. 

“Timothy, welcome back. Here.” She thrust the warm-up at him, and he took it with a grateful nod. 

“Ah, Miss Stripe, you know just how to make a man welcome.”

“Rachel, please.”

“Rachel.”

The sound of her name being spoken in his deep baritone made another shiver run through her body. This one coiled between her legs, and it took all her self-control not to rub her thighs together. She wanted to hear that every day. 

“How did the job go?”

“Man's definitely cheating on his wife, poor doll.” Timothy sighed, holding up a camera. “Once these pictures of him playing patty cake with the waitress develop, I’ll go break the news to the poor lady.” 

“Be gentle. It must be hard to know the person you love is…seeing somebody else.”

Rachel’s breath hitched. Timothy got a love interest in the latest game. Was that the timeline she was in? Would that beautiful rabbit woman walk in at any moment and steal her dream man away?

“You have such a big heart, Miss Str-Rachel.” Timothy smiled, placing a gentle hand on her cheek. “Never change.”

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat. 

“Of course not.” She whispered.

He moved back and sat behind his desk, feet up on the table, looking cool and focused as usual as he finished his coffee. Rachel felt like her chest was about to burst, and not just because of the straining buttons. The idea that she was finally here, with her dream man and might be forced to watch another woman steal his heart was too much.

“Have you ever been in love, Rachel?” He asked suddenly.

Rachel could only nod, and he hummed in thought.

“I’ve never understood cheaters. I wouldn't take these jobs, but they pay the pills, and your salary, of course.” He chuckled. “Why break the heart of somebody who is devoted to you? It's a sad man who can’t treasure what’s right in front of him. I hope your man treats you good, doll.”

“He does.” She sighed dreamily, watching him finish the coffee. 

He had such dark lips, she couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel against her own. Or his tail, wrapping around her, pinning her in place until she couldn’t take it anymore. This time, her thighs did rub together a little, and she felt her fur stand on end. At least he couldn’t see her blushing. 

“Wow, to get a reaction like that, he must be some fella.” Timothy chuckled, getting to his feet. “Handsome, kind…dynamite in the sack?”

“I…I…don’t know yet.” She squeaked. He was walking closer, a few more steps, and he’d be right in her personal space, exactly where she wanted him to be. 

“See, Rachel, there are two kinds of private eyes out there. The kind that observe everything, but have a blind spot in their own lives, and the ones who never stop. I’m the latter.”

“You’ve been observing me?”

“Intently.” His eyes dipped to her chest. 

“What about Bianca?” She whispered, the white rabbit woman he’d saved in the finale of the latest game. She’d played it just a few hours ago. 

“Who’s that?” 

“Nobody.”

Rachel felt her heart start to race. This must be taking place before the final game, and she couldn’t be happier for it. He was standing so close now. 

“So this fella you love,” Timothy smiled, “Is he close by?”

“Yes.”

“A charming detective, maybe?”

“...Yes.”

“One you’ve dedicated your life to?”

“Yes!”

Her fur was standing on end as he reached out to hold her face again, this time with both hands. She felt herself lean forward, only for her huge orbs to press into his chest.

“I think he might return your feelings, doll. Wanna find out.”

This time, she could only nod and let out a breathy whimper as his lips pressed against hers. They felt even better than she’d imagined; rough, yet soft all at once. She melted into him, moaning into his mouth as her tail stood on end. His hands slid down her sides, feeling out her curves and cupping her ass tight. 

“Oh, Timothy,” She moaned, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you.”

“I know, doll, the feelings mutual.”

His hands somehow slipped under her tight waistband and slid down her pencil skirt so that it pooled on the floor. Rachel felt herself blush under her fur and curl her tail around herself out of shyness, hiding her privates behind the tip and making Timothy chuckle.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, doll.” He reached for her blouse, “nothing at all.”

He flicked off a single button, and the rest gave up the ghost. It was just too much strain; the shirt burst open and both her fury tits popped out. Pink nipples clearly visible, poking through the soft fur like hard diamonds. 

“Oh!”

Rachel shifted nervously; she looked so different to what she was used to. She’d never been naked in front of a man before; she was suddenly struck by just how innocent she was. She had no experience. How would she please a man as worldly as Timothy? 

“Why are you trembling?” He asked, cupping her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye.

“I've never done this before…”

“Don’t worry, my little virgin panda, I’ll take care of you.”

Rachel nodded obediently; she trusted him. He would take care of her. Timothy’s hands roamed over her body, especially her tits. He cupped them, lifting the heavy curves up and pressing them together. Rachel let out a moan; they were so sensitive, especially when he brushed her fur the opposite way, only to smooth it down again and repeat. 

“Oh…Ohhhhh.”

Heat coiled between her legs as he flicked his thumbs over her nipples, then pinched them. Sparks of pure ecstasy shot through her body. She wanted to touch him back, but she was too overwhelmed. Her human tits had never felt this good. Time seemed to slow as he played with her. Rachel could feel her ears and tail twitching with each new burst of pleasure. All she could do was lean forward, trying to get him to touch every inch of them that he could until finally, she managed to regain control of her hands. 

Rachel reached up and pushed that iconic trench coat off his shoulders, revealing the surprisingly muscular body beneath. She’d seen so much fan art speculating what Timothy must look like without his clothes, now she was going to see firsthand. She ran her fingers along his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing that off his shoulders as well. Now it was just his pants and belt standing between her and everything she’d ever fantasised about. 

She was so excited, she couldn’t keep her fingers from trembling as she fiddled with the buckle. Reluctantly, Timothy let go of her breasts and took a step back to unbuckle it himself, then dropped it and his pants to the floor. His cock took her breath away, already standing to attention for her, but what really drew her eye were his balls; Timothy lived up to a tanuki’s reputation, alright. 

“I want you.” She moaned, but Timothy silenced her with a kiss.

“Gotta get you ready first, babe.” he whispered, “I don’t want you to hurt.”

Oh, he was so thoughtful. A perfect gentleman. Rachel wasn't sure what to expect, but she let him turn her around and spread her legs wide. She gripped the edge of the desk in anticipation. 

A gasp escaped her as his fingers slipped between her legs, slowly stroking at the short fur that surrounded her pussy before pushing them aside. He stroked up and down her velvet folds, drawing out more wetness and making Rachel see stars. She clung to the wood for dear life, letting her head fall back and her hips rock against him. His finger slipped inside, and she rode it, feeling her passage squeeze around it. 

“So tight.” He murmured, stroking a free hand down her back before reaching around to play with her tit. “We need to get you relaxed.”

Rachel had never felt less relaxed; her whole body was a live wire as Timothy pressed another finger inside her tight hole. Her tail thrashed until he held it in place, furiously fucking her with his fingers and making her gasp.

“Oh…Oh, I think…I think I might cum!” She squealed, the pleasure was coiling in her gut; she was so close! But then, he stopped. The fingers withdrew, and Rachel whimpered in desperation. 

“I want you to cum around me, doll,” Timothy whispered, reaching around to grab both her massive breasts at once and pull her up to standing. Her back was pressed against his chest, and she could feel his heavy balls resting against her ass. Tanuki were known for big balls. Just how full were they? Could she fit all his seed inside her if he came? Rachel wanted nothing more than to find out. 

All of a sudden, he spun her around and cupped her ass, lifting her up onto his desk. Rachel spread her legs and leaned back, ready to welcome him into her. She rested one hand against the top of her breast, the other she used to lean back and brace herself.

“Take me, please.” She whimpered, “I need it. I need you so bad.”

Timothy didn't say another word, just removed his hat at last and surged forward to claim her lips. Then, she felt it. Something hard at her entrance. At last…she was his. He slid inside slowly, and Rachel felt her eyes go wide.

“S-so big…” She whimpered; she was almost afraid she wouldn’t be able to take it all. Just when she thought she was full, he would slide in more, until finally he was fully sheathed inside her. His tip was pressing against the deepest part of her passage, and it made her shudder. For a moment, they stayed that way; then animal instinct took over. 

His hips began to snap, back and forth, the tip of his cock slammed into that special spot deep inside her, and Rachel cried out in pure pleasure. Her passage squeezed him tight, not wanting to ever feel empty again now that she had finally been filled. She rolled her hips in time with his thrusts as they got harder and faster. She was forced to brace herself with two arms back against the desk to keep from falling over. 

Her breasts rose and fell with each thrust, bouncing hard with the force. Timothy’s eyes were hooded as he watched them, up and down, up and down, jiggling in time with their rutting. Rachel felt her orgasm start to build again, even stronger than before. Timothy’s balls were slapping against her entrance, heavy with his seed. She wrapped her legs around Timothy’s waist and pulled him in deep as he could go, squeezing her thighs around his ass so he couldn’t get away. 

Timothy let out a groan, and then she felt it, a splash deep inside her as he came. That was all she needed; she fell over the edge, too. Hips still rolling as they fucked through the orgasm. Finally, when it was over, she went limp, falling back against his desk in a dreamlike haze. Reality washed over her, and Rachel gasped; she couldn’t believe what had just happened. 

Timothy pulled out, and she immediately felt the loss. She knew, she should get up, but his desk was so comfortable, and the post orgasm haze was blissful. She let out a happy sigh and closed her eyes, revelling in the sensations for a moment before she blinked, only to be met with a dark, familiar room. 

The TV was buzzing, the game menu music on loop and her Timothy body pillow was crushed against her side. Rachel almost wept; it had all been a dream. With a disappointed groan, she rolled over, only to feel something stop her. Rachel blinked in confusion and sat up, only to feel her chest jiggle as she did so. Furry breasts greeted her, and her tail twitched in surprise. She was…still a panda woman. 

“Did that really happen?” She breathed, standing up and examining herself once more; same fur, same curves; but this wasn’t the same universe. She should have screamed, should have been terrified, but instead she smiled. If she really had been turned into a panda woman, then that reality where she and Timothy made love on his desk was real too. She just had to find her way back to him; and now that she’d tasted her dream come true, she wasn;t about to give up until she had it back again.