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_ Part 3 _

We departed from the coffee shop once Marek had finished his Charkava. Not a fast process, even once we'd got done stroking one another. We spoke on for the longest time, about things I didn't even know I could speak that long about.

Ready to leave, my tail couldn't wait to tuck, contemplating our date fast drawing towards a close. So, how much of a spring in my step, and a sway in my tail did it put when Marek suggested we get a bite to eat. I couldn't wait to say 'Yes, absolutely'. And I absolutely couldn't wait to have him scooping me up, nestling me in the warmth and security of his shirt's chest pocket.

We chose a small noodle bar to grab dinner at. One I knew had decent garlic and ginger veggies, but also a decent seating section for us Maleni-sized customers.

Sat at my stool on the Visoka-sized bar, Marek shifting noisily atop his own back over my shoulder, I had second thoughts about mixing 'garlic' with 'date'. My second choice then, was the sweet chilli tofu. Though with a mountain of a 'panda drawing all kinds of creaks from his seat behind me, I wondered if the old Visoka panda bear serving along with his Maleni wolf partner had heard my order at all.

"Are you okay there?" I asked, glancing back up at him.

"Yeah," he muttered, still shifting. "Trying to get comfy on this thing."

"Don't go breaking it," I muttered, unable to resist adding, "At least not before I get a good view first."

That hung between us, awkward and tense, lasting for what felt like a lifetime. It proved worth it, rewarding me with his bold snort and a rub over my tail. "Deal."

The crowds thinned and the sun sank beyond the department stores and office buildings. We stopped off at a quiet bar on our way back towards the bus stop, basking in the extra space and relative peace it offered compared to the bustle of the coffee shop. A perfect place for us to find out a little more about each other.

We shared more about university life, our families back home in Cherniky and Marek's hometown. Then, we spoke about his hometown itself, Karnik, just across the Zolnian border, peppered by Marek's occasional assurance that no, a drink or three, or four, _wasn't_the end of the world when it came to watching my intake.

When we weren't talking, we were catching the rushball game being shown on the big screen. Rushball wasn't a sport I followed closely, not compared to handball at least, but watching him enjoy himself provided more than enough entertainment. What's more, he had no problem taking the time to explain the finer points of tactics and positioning to me. Tactics apparently vital when it came to a bunch of enormous dudes crashing into each other. I kept that thought to myself. Anything to keep the wide smile on his pretty muzzle.

Every moment in Marek's company, no matter the time, place or event, proved an absolute pleasure. I so desperately hoped for it to never end. But, like everything, it had to eventually...

"Alright then." He placed a paw to his chest pocket, bunching and holding me in place. "Let's get you to your bus stop."

I sank down further, cradled, fully enclosed, resting my head against the bulk cushioning huge pecs that flexed with his every movement. Pounding like a kick drum, the beat of his heart rippled through my whole body; a reminder of the sheer power this sweet 'panda possessed. Wrapped within him, feeling his heat, breathing in his scent, I was threatening to doze off. That was, until he stepped outside into the cold darkness. "Oh, damn."

My ears perked. The alarm in Marek's voice rattled me, literally. "What's up?"

"It's five minutes to ten. That went by fast."

"Five to ten?" I struggled against his paw. "My bus is due in a couple of minutes."

"And the one after?"

"None!" I scrambled up to stand, bringing myself back into the open. "That's the last bus to Cherniky. The last one that's going anywhere near."

"Right." Marek gazed off down the dimly lit street, beyond the other evening goers passing us without a care. "Okay... We can make it."

"You reckon?"

His hold tightened, pressing me until both his shirt's fabric and his pads shifted and squeezed around my entire body. "Hold on."

I did my best, tearing one arm from my side and wrapping it around his index finger. Fortunately, Marek's grasp held firm. It damn well needed to with how hard and heavy his first sprinting stride slammed the pavement.

My teeth chattered, eyes wrenched shut. Step after step, I rose and fell, relying on Marek's paw to stay strong against the force he generated as we raced down the street.

The beers I'd had left my head and my hearing fuzzy. Even so, and even with my Normaliser putting in work, each of his thudding stomps echoed through the night. Loud enough to signal to anyone sharing the pavement to either clear a path, or get barged away from it.

We swerved a mouse slow in dodging us, diving past the entrance of an all-night store on the corner. Turning on the main road, busy with way more people to avoid, I spotted my bus at its stop... Two people waiting to board above ground... Maybe thirty seconds away, at Marek's pace.

"Watch out. Move." He struggled through the thicker, oblivious crowd. We had to swerve and slalom again and again, forced to cover what felt like every single paving slab, including those bordering the sheltered Maleni walkway running below ground.

The last Visoka to board stepped on. A few more seconds, and I'd have made it. All Marek would've had to do was set me down inside the doors, and I could've taken the stairs down to the Maleni compartment.

"Wait!" The bus roared into life. We reached its back end, just to see it pull away. "Stop!"

"Hey!" I joined in with the hopeless screaming and waving. The driver just carried on, unseeing or uncaring, pulling out into the road and speeding up on his journey back to Cherniky. "Fuck."

Marek stopped, hunching over, still holding me tight through his exhausted panting.

"Oh, man." I put my paw to my eyes. What now? The bus was out. The train... At that time of the evening, I'd make it halfway before facing the same problem, when the time came to change onto the line towards home. Fuck Cherniky. Fuck living way out in the sticks.

"Sorry," he muttered between his heavy, gasping breaths. "I didn't. Realise. The time."

"Not your fault. I didn't either." I patted his chest, ears flicking from the rapid thump of his heart. "Too carried away with having fun."

"Heh." He rubbed at my chin. "Glad. You had. Fun at least."

I watched the passing traffic while Marek took a minute to compose himself. A minute during which I tried, in vain, to figure out how to fix this.

"It's too bad I've had those drinks," he said, walking away from the crowd gathering for the next bus due to the stop. "Else I'd drive you back home."

"Thanks, but I couldn't have asked that, even if you hadn't been drinking." That did give me another idea, though. "I can grab a taxi. Shouldn't be a problem getting one out to Cherniky from here."

"A taxi!?" He looked horrified at that. "How much'll that cost you?"

"Probably... Forty, fifty tolars."

"No way! You can't do that."

"I don't think I've got much other choice."

"Sure you do."

"What then?"

We stopped beside a low wall of an office's garden area. Marek sat himself down, turquoise-tipped headfur glowing under the streetlights. Soon, the rest of his face shone with that same brightness. "If you like... You're welcome to stay at my place."

"Uh... your place?" I scratched an ear, all of a sudden finding those passing by us real interesting. "I don't want to be a pain."

"You won't be! Listen, I've got plenty of room. It won't take me a moment to make up a bed for you."

"Well..."

"And we're only fifteen minutes away." He put his teeth on show for me, round cheeks curving even rounder. "I can drive you home in the morning."

My head started to ache. I pinched the bridge of my muzzle, wishing for the fuzz from those beers to return. Eyes closed, I couldn't escape the close touch of Marek's paw, or the steadying warm breeze of his breath over my fur. No question, I'd had a lot of fun spending the evening with him, and with how much I'd dreaded us having to go our separate ways, I certainly wasn't unhappy to still be here with him. Extending our evening into the night? That should've been a no brainer, surely? No. Not according to that one constant, noisy thought preventing me from peering up at the big smiling 'panda, insisting that things were starting to go a little too fast.

"Sam?"

I threw up a paw. "Hold on."

"It's really no trouble. If that's what you're worried about."

Come on. Listen to him. Was this the talk of someone trying to get you into bed? The talk of a Visoka trying to force himself on you? No, this was different, a hundred percent. Just circumstance. Just a favour, to save me the hardship of paying through the nose to get back home. Besides... once I did glance up to the lovely 'panda offering a place to stay for the night, I knew in my bones, my heart, there was only one possible reply. "That sounds great. Thanks very much."

That was that. Choice made. From there, I got to spend another half hour curled up in Marek's shirt pocket. As incredible a sensation it was to be held close by a Visoka like him, pleasant, yes, but also increasingly... familiar, something had changed. On the bus, riding high beside a window in the main Visoka section, was a step further than anything that had come before. Shared tables and bars were one thing, but here, overshadowed by Marek's happily swaying muzzle, came the realisation that I was here for the duration. I had no choice but to leave with him and him only.

That idea hung over me the rest of the journey to his place, making for a walk way quieter than what I'd gotten used to so far that day. I didn't beat myself up too much over it. After all, it was late, and after five hours spent together, it made sense that we'd run low on subjects to discuss. Plus, it gave me the chance to scope out the area he lived in; a neighbourhood just outside of the city centre with the sleepiness of the outskirts, nestled under the glow of downtown rising up over townhouses and apartments.

Marek lived in a small three-storey apartment block at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac, complete with a wing of Maleni-sized homes with their own, small grounds built into its side. They all looked pretty modern and upmarket from the outside. Large windows with a lot of elaborate patterns going on with the frames, and in the brickwork around them. Everything was so clean, too. Bright. From the windows and walls, right down to the pristine garden full of flowers outside. If this place was as nice to look at from street level, then I couldn't wait to see what lied in wait inside.

"Here we are." Marek carried us both over the threshold, into a small hallway lit only by the one we'd just left behind. "Let's get ourselves settled."

He flicked on a lightswitch out of sight. The grey walls on either side turned white. A few Visoka-sized strides took us into the apartment proper.

"Excuse the mess," he mumbled as he slipped a paw behind me, scooping me out from his pocket. "I never got around to tidying up like I planned."

"Right..." Tidy up? This place was near spotless. The living room had a big coffee table at its heart, surrounded on three sides by a blue fabric couch and two matching chairs. White walls rose from light wood flooring, with wide windows in the back offering a decent view of a nearby park from here on the top floor. There were some clothes scattered here and there, a used mug and plates, and what looked like a fallen stack of mail on the table, but I thought, "It looks fine. It's a nice place."

He waved that away with his free paw. "You don't have to flatter me, little 'panda."

"No, for real." I scoped things out some more on our way to the couch. A big TV sat across from it, against the wall closest, hooked up to a Playmaster console sat on the shelf below. "Compared to my room at home... well, it's no comparison."

"See, I haven't a clue how much of a compliment that is."

"Hmm..." I pondered on that, but not for long. A soft rub between my ears saw to that.

"I'm only playing," he said with a wink. "But honestly, I think the only reason it's not any worse is the fact that I've only been here a few months. Most of this furniture and all was here when I moved in."

"Well, like I said. I think it's a real nice place."

"Heh, and like I said, there's no need to flatter me... but, thank you." Another stroke, a little longer and firmer. "Drink?"

I settled into a seat on the arm of the couch; a plain but surprisingly comfy chair, part of a Maleni-sized duo that Marek uncovered with a couple of clicks and a tug at the armrest itself. Most of these built-in chairs were basic as hell, just about serving a purpose, but still way nicer to use compared to something organised, say, on this here coffee table, totally separated.

With Marek grabbing us drinks from the kitchen, I sank deeper and deeper into this thing, at ease enough to almost slip off to sleep. No matter how much he might try to deny it, he had a damn fine place here. Neat, charming... cosy, reassuring. I wholeheartedly approved.

"Here's your water." "Oh, thanks." I must've been tired to miss a 'panda as big as him return, and the shadow he cast over the armrest. His big paw lowered, presenting a glass resting atop the type of finger-worn, metal serving tray you mostly saw in restaurants and the like. "Wow. You're prepared."

"Of course." He chuckled as I took my glass. "Better this than trying to manhandle those pad-sized glasses you Maleni insist on using."

"Fair point. Better this than having a clumsy Visoka spilling everything."

He watched me from up high, eyes narrowing with his smirk. "You can always go get your own next time... from the main tap."

"Sure, if you give me a lift up there."

"But what if a clumsy Visoka drops you?"

"I have faith that even Visoka aren't that klutzy."

"Oh, you do, do you?" Marek spat a scoff, reaching down to place his own glass on the coffee table. "How honoured are we to get such acclaim from such a little 'panda."

"You are." I put on a grin from my warm stupor. "A day that'll go down in history for Visoka everywhere."

"Oh, shush." He huffed and shook his head. "Daft 'panda."

"Takes one to know one," I sang, watching him turn and position himself to sit.

The shadow over me returned, growing, cast by Marek's butt as he bent over, bringing his considerable self back towards the seat cushion to my right. His trousers followed each and every curve, working to contain all that 'panda. His enormous brown and orange tail waved across the entire breadth of those wide, seat-filling hips, close to as hypnotic as the flexing and rippling issued out with each and every heavy backwards step. Soon, I could see nothing of him but that tail and those two fat, hill-like peaks, underscoring the massive mountain of 'panda that, from way down low here, they were slowly overtaking. The temptation to pull out my Normaliser, to take in the true booming of his footfalls was real. One paw made it up to one earpiece. Marek's next move stopped the other from following.

With a heavy grunt, his hips swung like a gigantic wrecking ball, heaving a cheek wider than I stood tall out over me, and the entire arm of the couch.

"Hey!" The other cheek followed. Both began to drop. "Watch it!"

"Oops," he sang, dragging it out into a chuckle. "Sorry, little 'panda. I'm such a big klutz, aren't I? Being a Visoka and all."

Sagging black fabric became my whole sky, rolling on and on in all directions. I could've spread my arms and barely reached across the not-so-shallow valley looming above.

"Gotta watch where I park myself." If he had... parked himself, hell, I'd have been covered, smothered, and plastered to his big self completely. What a thought... and my tingling, awakening crotch agreed.

"You do," I called from the shadows, breath trembling as the heat of his body washed over me. "I might not find my way back out from under this thing."

My paw reached up. I'd spent so long watching from afar, that I had to cop myself a good feel, didn't I? I thought so... but the version of me back at the bus stop wouldn't have agreed.

"As if you wouldn't." Marek shifted to stand, snatching his girth away from my grasp. A pang of regret ran through me. Relief, too, I think? "I'd have found you."

"Aww." I chuckled, as did he, lugging himself back towards his seat. "I, uh... I'd always be glad for you to find me."

"Heh, that's an 'aww' from me too, little 'panda." Marek stopped. Hung there. His knees bent, tail bobbed, trousers clinging even tighter to his tree-like thighs, shifting with force as all of the giant 'panda's size and weight dropped.

The cushion near vanished, took all of him, barely masking the thudding crash of his impact. Air whooshed out from under him. Springs screamed, fell silent. Everything shook. Rumbled. As if the apartment, or the whole building itself was threatening to collapse. I grabbed the arm of my chair, riding out the wicked tremor while my water threatened to splash out everywhere.

Beside me, a red plaid hillside of 'panda pudge wobbled and quaked, adding to the aftershocks. All of that, before Marek had even settled back into his seat. Unf... Good gods, what could he do if he really put his weight into it? Every part of me, every version, would've loved to see it.

"It's not even eleven," he said, stretching his large legs under the coffee table. "Don't know about you, but I'm not ready for bed just yet."

"Uh..." I watched his belly slowly settle. Mesmerised. "No... not me, either."

"Do you want to do something? Find a movie? Play a game maybe?"

The pulsing in my crotch got stronger, faster, pushing against my jeans hard enough that I had to slide a paw down to mask it. I was back at the gym again, reliving that first night he made his loud, thumping entrance. "You, uh... What games have you got?"

As it turned out, Marek had quite the collection. A dozen or so on the shelf under the TV, then twice that again in a cabinet off to the side, next to what looked like a bunch of engineering textbooks. As for making a selection on what game to play, I left that to him to take the lead on. For one thing, a fair number of his games were ones I didn't know much about. Fantasy adventures, RPGs and whatnot. For another... I was just happy to watch him haul and swing his butt around in search of our options.

We settled for a few rounds of 'Rift Warriors' first off, an old fighting game I used to play with my dormmates during my early months at K-Tech. Marek won more often than not, kicking my tail with at least half the character roster. I'd have blamed this Maleni-sized controller with its sticky directional stick... if it hadn't got unsticky about halfway through one particularly heavy losing streak.

"Alright, little 'panda," he said to me with a healthy dose of sweetness. "Let's get another game on the go."

For a while, I wanted to protest. He didn't need to go easy on me. I could take losing, given how good he was and how rusty I felt. But, I let it go, and to my relief, it was the right call.

Marek broke out one of his adventure games. Something called 'Eternal Light', a sword slasher game set in the Polcian middle ages. Normally, this wouldn't have been my kind of thing, but playing alongside Marek instead of against him was way more fun. Plus... I kinda liked being the big, brawny lion tank to his short, quick-moving, damage-dealing fox.

In fact, we both had such a good time, that we made it close to two in the morning before breaking to tune out with some late-night TV.

Whether it came from the time, the comfiness of my chair, or the direness of whatever show we ended up watching, it took no time at all to start drifting. I caught myself a couple of times, sinking and sagging over the arm closest to Marek, but a third time, I think, proved out of reach...

Something big pressed at my chest. Heavy, but soft. Delicate. It crept down to my stomach, rubbing a circle, before shifting to return towards my neck.

"Sam," I heard whispered, familiar, but with a higher, gentler pitch. "Little 'panda?"

It was an effort to force my eyes open. A massive yawn started them watering, turning the figure above into a washy, fuzzy mess of orange and white. "H-Huh?"

"I've just finished making up your bed." A huge brown finger ran up my chest, curving and bending to scritch a blunt claw under my chin. "If you want to head off."

Another yawn. A concerted rub of my eyes. Finally, I could see Marek watching over me, his friendly face as happy as I was to see it. "N-No. Not yet."

"Okay." He brightened, chocolate-striped cheeks almost pushing his eyes closed. "That's fine."

"Are you... uh." I gave out another long yawn, trying but failing to stretch my eyes wider. "Are you tired?"

"Kind of." Marek moved his rubbing from my muzzle to my cheek. "But I've no rush to get to bed."

"Okay... Okay."

I wasn't with it. Half awake, at best. Not even a hefty thud into the arm of the couch beneath me stirred me fully. Nor could the shirt-covered sidewall of belly that caused it, pressing up and threatening to spill out all over these smaller chairs, and me along with them. Was it intentional? Accidental? Who cared. Marek was still rubbing and stroking me. It was good. So good. I didn't even try to suppress the groaning sigh he worked from me. The muted 'aww' I heard under his breath made me glad for that. So glad, that I didn't hesitate to reach out to return the favour.

"I had a really nice time today," he said, smiling down as my paw found just one small part of his hip's heft.

"I did, too." My pads began to warm from the circles I rubbed over his shirt. "I had a lot of fun."

"Good. I'm glad."

"And, uh... I really, really enjoyed spending time with you." Taken with his size, his softness, and he himself, I gravitated up out of my seat, pressing more and more of myself into him.

"Sweet little 'panda," he cooed, curving two fingers around my side, cuddling me even deeper.

I upped the rubbing, nuzzling harder, pressing as hard and as close as I could to my firm, yet soft mountain of 'panda. A 'panda huge enough to stand a head taller than the five storey block of Maleni apartments next door, strong and heavy enough to cause who knew what kind of impact to them if he wanted, but caring and gentle enough to reserve all of that power for cradling me against him. My imagination, my fantasies began to take me. I pictured Marek throwing himself harder to the couch arm, creaking, cracking it, sending a landslide of 'panda crashing down over it, burying me in the safety of his weighty warmth.

My breathing went from steady, to heavy, to full-blown panting. Marek's tight, affectionate hold, combined with my dreaming and my kneading of his massive belly, brought me all the way up to full, unashamed attention. I dragged and rolled myself over, positioning my hips for a slow, hard press into his side. My whole body trembled at the sensation of my cock working the smallest groove into his doughy hip, setting me up perfectly to begin an idle, lusty grind against his incredible, headspinningly thick, downright seductive gut.

Marek noticed. How could he not? Plastered against him, eyes filled with passion-blurred plaid, I less saw, more felt the big 'panda begin to move. More and more of him shifted around me, slowly increasing the weight above and the pressure from all sides. It heightened the experience, pushed my pulse higher and my breathing faster. I buried my face into his bulk, grabbing and rubbing as much as I could of him. My hips worked harder, forcing a grunt from me with each push. Every nerve in my throbbing, aching cock basked in the rough softness, teaming with his scent overwhelming my nostrils to lift me up to heady, crotch-slickening heights.

Silent, stealthy, Marek moved his free paw around to me, guiding a finger down between my hips and his. In a moment, he found my crotch with a fingerpad close to as wide as my cock arrowed long, matching my movement to work me towards an even fiercer frenzy. A firm press ground over my shaft, rubbing towards my crotch as I pushed, then away as I pulled back. Gods, I couldn't believe it. What a position. What a moment. This big, sexy 'panda... the one I could barely contain myself for, undressed with my eyes countless times, and had performed all sorts in my mind for weeks, months, was right here with me, following my lead... Getting me off--

It all stopped. Everything. His paw retreated. The weight and pressure weakened. Even the closeness of his cuddling eased.

"Sorry." He pulled away further, head hanging and ears flattened.

"It's fine," I gruffed, still high on arousal, picking myself up to retreat to my seat here on the arm. "It's okay."

He didn't react, not outwardly at least. Like the blood draining from my face, the haze of my overdriving libido faded, leaving only the realisation of what I'd started to dawn on me. The stickiness in my boxers made itself known. My cheeks started to flush. "I'm sorry, too."

Something lingered. Just for a moment. I couldn't speak for Marek, sitting quietly, paws clasped in his lap, but... my sorrow hadn't come through guilt, or shame. It'd come from something closer to shock, or surprise. I tried to compile that in my head again and again, but I couldn't make sense of it. In fact, while I stayed busy trying to untangle that mess, I almost missed the contentment creeping across my muzzle. Contentment matched by the big 'panda looming beside me.

"Hey..." I let that go, testing the waters between us. Marek's ears perked, muzzle pointing expectantly down towards me. "Listen, stupid question maybe but I... I'm just gonna say it..." I expected a quip. Humour. Something like 'are you?'. In reality, I only got more silence, and with it the space to ask, "Do you like Maleni...that way?"

His head cocked, brow furrowed. More and more of his teeth came on display. "What?"

"Do you like--"

"I heard you, I heard." His paws returned, coming right at me. "Come here."

Here? I wasn't sure what he meant at first. I got as far as standing from my chair. Turned out Marek would help me along.

"What kind of daft question is that?" he asked, half-laughing, half-snorting, nudging me with one paw back into the other.

"Well... it's been on my mind for a while, and..."

"Sam." He cupped both hands together. A light bounce on his palm pads brought my focus back to the green eyes he was lifting me towards. Up, then up further, until he diverted me to the luring scent of his white tuft of chest fur, peeking out over the open collar of his shirt. "You think I'd have said yes to a date if I didn't?"

"I, uh... hmm."

He slid me down into his fur, letting it blanket me. Thick enough to hold me firm beneath his grin. "Exactly."

I sank down deeper, enveloped by more and more of his heat, scent and fuzz. Keen stroking between my ears helped with that. I didn't mind on either account.

"You know, if I'm honest, that's not quite the full picture." His ears were losing their perk again. Eyes drifting off here and there. "Actually... Heh, it's fair to say I kind of... have a thing for little guys."

I watched him reach to rub over his headfur, smirking, but with a timid sense of... shrinking away. As much as a 'panda his size could ever hope to 'shrink'. "A thing?"

"Argh, you're really going to make me do this?"

"Do what?" I dug deep into his fur, running claws over his chest. "I haven't said anything."

"You have-- ugh." His ears splayed again, but he shone bright with that boyish charm I'd grown so used to craving. "I like Maleni. I like... playing with them, shall we say. Teasing. Showing off my size and strength compared to them... that kind of stuff."

My turn to try and poke some fun at the big... vulnerable 'panda. No. Correction. My turn to stay quiet, simply watch and pet over him.

"I suppose that's why I like to poke fun at smaller guys." His eyes focused back to me. Round cheeks and happy smile urged me to return in kind. "One smaller guy in particular."

He sat there. Right there. Open. His cheeks lifted higher and higher, adorably rounded nose shining along with the rest of him. A gentle breeze brushed my fur. Marek's muzzle waited for me, lips curved with a delicate joy. Joy that I wanted to share in, too.

I caved. I scrambled and stretched, reaching up for him. Both paws found his muzzle, tickled by the whiskers they rubbed against, and the short white fur they ran over. My own muzzle followed, lips pressing between his, allowing me to sense and taste him so intimately, to take in as much of my big, beautiful 'panda as possible.

Marek cupped my thighs and rear, pulling me even closer with his delicate, unrivaled strength. His sweetness flooded my mouth, urging me to grab and to squeeze yet more of his muzzle, to kiss him for as long and as deeply as I could. To reveal all of my passion, my lust, my affection for him.

My heart raced, reckless, sending a soul-lifting electrical charge coursing through my entire body from the moment I felt him share in me. Marek returned my kissing, pressing into my lips, muzzle, my chest and belly, large enough to cover each of them all at once. Wanting grunts and moans accompanied them, broken only by slow, steady licks at my nose and chin. He, too, had unleashed himself, given me everything, but still held back enough to keep me steady and secure in close, tightening paws.

We pushed each other on, raising the stakes. I was near clamped to the softness of his neck and the underside of his muzzle, my pads exploring them, and the plumpness of his cheeks. Throughout, the roughness of his tongue tip drew shiver after euphoric shiver with every deep, enduring kiss we shared. Nothing, no drink, drug or otherwise, could've come close to matching this high.

"I-I can't... get enough," I blurted, half-conscious to the fact. "You're... amazing."

"Not so bad yourself." His chuckling rumbled through me as his lips met my stomach once more. "Your scent... your pretty red fur and cute tail." My erection had returned in force, pressing into his flesh and fur, only upping my ecstasy as our kissing slowed. "Nice. Sweet. Just like you."

I had no more words. None at all. All I had to offer was another tight squeeze of his muzzle, and a heavy swing of my 'cute' tail dangling between his fingers.

Marek settled me in his paw, head resting in the crook between three fingerpads, feet reaching to rest against his thick wrist.

"You know." His muzzle stayed close, letting me both hear and feel the warmth in his voice. "I'm so glad you asked me on a date."

"I'm glad, too," I put back, barely a murmur, reaching to scritch at his chinfur. "This has been so great."

"Definitely." He returned the favour, one pad of his free paw stroking beneath my muzzle. "But also... I'm glad you asked, since..."

I lied there, near giddy with the experience of reclining in the big 'panda's paw, receiving rubs and strokes all over. "Since what?"

"Since I was too shy to do it first."

"Huh?" His muzzle offered support to pull myself up to sit. "Really?"

"Yeah. Actually, heh... I have a little confession to make about that."

Oh gods. A million different thoughts descended with that. Most of them uncomfortable.

"See... Back at the gym, I wasn't surprised. I knew you were trying to ask me on a date. Struggling." Marek's eyes began to drift again, glancing everywhere but down at me. "I left you to struggle, standing there on your desk, since I couldn't get the courage to do it myself."

"Oh." A paw to his muzzle, brushing his whiskers, brought him back. "That's okay. I suppose I was too busy thinking on whether you... liked me to have even thought about that."

"_Liked_you," he said past a scoff, slipping a finger under my shirt. "You think I'd have spent all that time training with you if I didn't?"

His pad ran wide circles over my bare belly fur. My breathing quickened, becoming more like panting as the rest of his finger pressed down, rubbing over my still firm shaft. "A-And there I was... thinking I was just a good trainer."

"There's that as well, little 'panda."

I groaned out loud, fixed in place under his hold. Up went my arm, wrapping around and pulling his finger closer, heightening the grinding over my throbbing cock. "So... what does this 'thing' you have for Maleni dudes involve exactly?"

The corners of Marek's mouth lifted, eyes narrowing. That devious look followed me the whole way down to the couch beside him, his huge tail swishing across the cushion to form something like a guard on all sides. "It goes a little something like this."

He started to lean, flattening out the cushion beneath him, then working on squashing down more and more of the one he'd settled me on. That sly look of his remained, a few more teeth shining as his face moved above, then beyond me, the rest of his enormous frame following with hard, rumbling thumps and lurching shifts of what felt like the whole couch itself.

A deep shadow rolled over me. My whole sky became wobbling red plaid as looming, muscular arms crawled their way past, heaving and flexing with their visible might. Crawling knees and monstrous thighs followed, mercilessly crushing every part of the cushion they impacted... until I was surrounded in all directions by this massive 'panda, his long, dangling tail slowly sweeping behind him. "It's fun to see just how much bigger I am, compared to such a ti-- _little_thing."

"I mean..." I jostled back, lying flat to the crumpling cushion... enjoying this new, 'panda-filled world. "You can pretty much do that any way."

"True," he sang, lowering his whole, sprawling frame. His arms bent, bringing that ponderous belly closer and closer, shirt clinging to every slope and divot. "But like this, it's clear to see how easy it'd be to overwhelm you... probably a whole load of you Maleni." He slapped his gut, sending a harsh tremor right through it, then down to the couch beneath us. "All powerless to push back and resist against me. Even if I used just a little of myself to smother them."

Fuck. My cock went full mast in a millisecond. I didn't even try to hide it, clawing at my belt to loosen my jeans.

He chuckled, scratching at his cheek. "I know it's a little weird..." The gentleness in his smile returned. "But I like it."

"N-No, I understand." I watched his ears perk from down in the darkness. "I guess I've always had 'a thing' for big dudes... _big,_big dudes."

Another laugh. His head tilted. "And how does that fit with being a personal trainer?"

"Professionally, it doesn't." I couldn't keep my eyes off his steep, bountiful curves for long. Those buttons... gods, how much I'd love to have a go at them and get that mountain of 'panda bulk pouring out on display, all to myself. "Personally, I think it's all the more to cuddle up with... and all the more of them to bury me with... to rumble around and flatten stuff with..." My turn for ears to fold and voice to weaken. "It's hot... especially when I take my Normaliser out to really hear the aftermath."

His cheeks stretched, his whole face lightening. Down came a finger, bumping the straining fabric of my boxers. The grunt I gave drew a snicker and a smirk. "Why don't we go somewhere with a little more space, hmm?"

I didn't have to think. Exactly what was there to think about!? I smiled, nodded, gave him the meekest, "Y-Yeah. Sure."