A few months after the death of her mate Scarface, Lady Blue, former mate of the leader of the blue foxes of White Deer Park, continued to wallow in her sorrow with each passing day. Leaving a trail of tears behind her, she would walk in a single direction until she reached its end. Then walked back. All the while grieving over the loss of her mate. Despite the horrid abuse he put her through, there was always a place in her heart where she loved him, and deep down, perhaps he loved her the same way; no doubt he must've.
Today she trekked in a new direction, which by the looks of it lead her beyond the boundaries of White Deer Park. Walking up the incline of a dirt road, she collapsed on the very top. Tears flooding her face as per usual as she mourned for her love. "How did it come to this? That I, Lady Blue, mate of Scarface, leader of the blue foxes, would be reduced to a wandering wretch. We were supposed to be the rulers of white deer park, but that rotten Farthing Wood lot had to ruin my mates plans. Ingrates, the lot of them."
Placing a paw to her midsection, it softly gurgled to her discomfort. Eating hasn't been much of a priority for her as of late, despite the parks more lively prosperity since her mates passing. "I'll never enjoy the same sustenance that comes on the same land that Farthing Wood lot sets their paws on. I'd sooner starve, and lay limp on this wretched road. Perhaps my mate is waiting for me in the next life. Don't worry Scarface, I'm coming."
Closing her eyes and laying limp in the middle of the dirt road, Lady Blue succumbed to whatever form of death which would take her quicker. Be it starvation, heat stroke, or impact from a moving vehicle. Anything would be welcome, so long as she was reunited with her mate again. Unknown whether she was simply tired or hungry, she began to drift into a deep sleep. Her world going to black and senses shutting down. Until nothing was felt but the soft embrace of sleep.
Little did she know, driving up the road was an automobile with a man, woman, and two children. Taking notice of the passed out blue fox, the man stopped the vehicle in front of her; the whole family exiting to inspect her.
"I say Clarise, take a look at this. A Blue fox passed out in the middle of the bally road I say."
"Yes, quite. Do you suppose it's dying love."
"No I don't believe so. It's breathing, and there isn't a bally spot of blood on her. Perhaps it's this bally heat that's gotten to her I say."
"Well we can't just leave her to roast can we dear?"
"Dear me that would be bad form eh wot. Leaving a helpless little thing to perish. By George tis not our way. A beast in need is a beast to feed my dear matter used to say. Come, lets take her back to the estate. Poor thing has suffered for who knows how bally long wot wot."
Both children cheering at having another pet, the gentleman placed her in the back seat with them. Steadily breathing, her head rested on the boys lap. His hands stroking her fur the entire ride home.
Hours later, she woke up in a bit of a whirl; grunting as she attempted to open her eyes. Expecting to be lying in the middle of the road, she was shocked to find herself in a beautifully decorated room. Esteemed portraits lined the white walls along with red banners wearing a unique family crest. Vase's atop of various tables and furniture spread throughout the room with gorgeous flowers placed in pots to give the room additional color. Finding herself atop of a bed of sorts, the various fluffy red pillows provided stupendous comfort she wasn't used to. Furthermore, her blue fur glowed ever brighter as it was cleansed of any dirt or contaminants coupled with a sweet scent of strawberries.
"H-have I perished and gone to the next life?"
"No, but you've came someplace far better."
Jerking her head to the stack of pillows beside her, she recoiled uponing viewing the largest cat in existence. He was a tabby, black and brown fur with the most conceded grin slapped across his face. The monstrous feline was as fat as she was tall; perhaps fatter. Practically a colossal ball of fur, he seemed to revel in his own physical form as he rubbed his paws across his titanic stomach which nearly rubbed across his nose. Looking to the vixen, his stomach erupted in a series of resounding sloshes as he rolled over.
"Welcome to Winchester Manor. The most extravagant and bountiful place a pet can ever wish to live."
Lady Blue tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"I mean servants waiting whisker and paw to your every whim. Abundant feasts as far as the eye can see. Food being delivered to you endlessly whilst relaxing in such fine decor. My dear high living doesn't get any better than what you'll see here."
High living he says. She was most definitely not adverse to that. After all the mate of the leader of blue foxes certainly would deserve such royal treatment. But still, she couldn't possibly enjoy it alone. "That all sounds very nice. But...you see. My mate is no longer among the living, and it just wouldn't be the same without him."
Nearly bursting into tears, the cat reached over to his side and popped little brown chocolate orbs which produced a scrumptious noise as he chewed. "My dear. If your mate loved you as much as you love him," the cat gulped, popping more chocolates into his mouth, "then you surely must believe he wanted nothing but the best for you."
The vixen sniffed, "He did."
"Well my dear, you're very fortunate to live in the finest home any animal can ask for. The mate of a leader is more than welcomed here."
Suddenly, the doors at the end of the room opened exposing a dining hall with a long table. Sitting on it were an indescribable amount of delicious smelling food which impacted Lady Blue's senses like two bucks ramming into one another. After ringing a small bell in his hand, the butler left the hall; leaving only the vixen and feline to gaze upon the lip smacking display.
Intoxicated by the sweet aromas, the vixen's eye's bulged along with her tongue slinking out in a fountain of drool. "You're right! My mate would want the best for me, and this is it. Such a bountiful feast is highly fitting of Lady Blue, mate of Scarface, leader of the blue foxes."
The cat's belly bounced and sloshed as he released a hiccup and patted it. "I've had my fill not too long ago. So what are you waiting for? Dig in my sweet."
More than eager to, the blue vixen dashed into the room and hopped onto the table. Stuffing her face on the first thing she viewed, a tray of buttery biscuits was completely devoured in a few seconds flat. Driven insane with gluttony and bliss, nothing on the table was safe from her awaiting maw. White cheese and sour cream on baked potatoes, grilled salmon glazed in honey, chicken tenders with a warm gooey serving of mashed potatoes, all made room within the vixen's stomach which had already begun to pudge up. It was more filling than any amount of mice she had ever eaten in the past; as well as more delectable.
Shoveling sandwiches down her gullet caused a hiccup to emerge. Excusing herself for a brief moment, she wolfed down toast covered in butter and syrup, as well as eggs with hash browns on the side. Filled with mirth consuming the various flavors of the feast, she more than welcomed the results. The more stuffed her belly became, the more she wished to fill it. The gurgling which soon followed was met with veritable drinks laid out for her in abnormally large bowls. Dunking her head within them she drained them of its contents like a professional. Swelling further, the final sip caused her to fall back in mirth. The impact of her laying flat upon the table caused her gut to slosh and churn audibly to her enjoyment. Licking what flavors remained in her mouth, she placed both paws atop of her belly. Giving it loving pats and rubs.
"This certainly is high living *hic*. My mate wouldn't want *hic* me to enjoy myself any less."
"Well you're not finished yet my dear. There's still plenty left to dine on."
The corpulent kitty couldn't of been more right. Her belly burbling as she rolled over, she grinned at the food she had yet to consume. Attempting to rise on her paws, she felt her stomach rub against the table as she waddled over to an untouched turkey. Collapsing atop of the large bird, she rubbed it with her paws before chomping down on it. Relishing the stuffing and gravy swathing her taste buds, she quickly swallowed and continued devouring it. Occasionally she'd quaff down the contents of the bowl beside it for easier swallowing, driving her to stuff larger amounts into her maw. In a few minutes flat she moaned in bliss as she plopped over the remaining bones and onto the plate. Shattering the finished specimen and licking what gravy remained on it's once glorious throne.
Bubbling and glorping as she pulled herself along he table, she moved onto the succulent ham. But not before stuffing her face with some cupcakes, cake slices, and dumplings. Suddenly, something stopped her in her tracks. Something cooked, covered in dressing, and with a hint of butter. Before her eyes were trays of crawfish, crab legs, and lobster tails. Salivating she pulled herself toward them. Using her jaws she tore through the hides in order to slurp up the meat inside. Not bothering to dip any in the sauces beside her she just guzzled them down as well. Releasing yet another content hiccup she smacked at her massively swollen gut. Grinning as it sloshed and wobbled about.
For about an hour Lady Blue voraciously glutted herself on more food than she'd ever thought she'd eat in her life. For each mouthful she'd take, there were two mouthfuls worth of food waiting for her. The only thing more audible than her mirthful groans of swallowing massive quantities of food was her belly's constant churning and bubbling. Goating her on to further stuff herself to the point where her own physical form would mimic the cats. Her swollen globe of undigested gorge symbolized the wealth of the life she would now live. Taking great pleasure in the feast, she wouldn't want it any other way.
Upon finishing the remains of a five foot club sandwich, the bloated vixen pulled herself from off of the table. Face filled with gleeful contentment, she allowed her body to plop onto the floor in a resounding squelch. The sudden tremor put on a chorus of sloshes which soothed her ears. Slowly, she pulled herself back into the room where he cushiony bed awaited. Stretching as much as her rotund body would allow her, she rolled over her many pillows. Gurgling and glorping, her belly rose high into the air; blocking off all vision of the room she had just left. Lazily placing her paws atop of her swollen upper body, she attempted to keep her massive gut from sloshing over her.
"High living certainly suits you well my dear," purred the cat as he sunk further into his bed.
"It does," sighed Lady Blue, gently stroking and squeezing her massive bulk. "This is truly a visage worthy a mate of the leader of blue foxes."
"I concur. It suits you well. You're going to love it here."
"I already do."
As she closed her eyes, she thought about her previous musings this day. It certainly was quite the blessing that she was picked up by such a loving and nurturing family. Scarface would've definitely approved of her new life. If only he could see her now.
Suddenly, the doors across the room once again opened by what the vixen heard. Belly still blocking her vision, she merely listened. Plates were being taken, as well as linens replaced and cleaned. But then, there was something else. The once arousing aromas that had once plagued her nose before she disposed of them, had once again returned. Grunting as she moved into a more comfortable position, she looked through the doors to find the tables resupplied with food. A massive gurgle caused her belly to slosh and wobble around. Licking her lips, she patted it heartily as she understood it's message.
"It's time for round two."
