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_ Part 4 _

"You're looking awfully small on that bed, little 'panda."

Marek's taunting singing echoed across the room, almost as loud as the stomping steps he took to work his trousers from his huge legs, revealing briefs that left little to the imagination when it came to the heavy bulge nestled between his thick thighs. Standing there, at the foot of his sprawling, Visoka-sized double bed, he still had the size to send jaw-shaking rumbles right the way through me.

"Just what has this little guy gotten himself into?" I followed his slow, lumbering walk around the bed, each stride heavy, deliberate. His enormous, brown-furred legs rippled with each impact, the feathering of orange on their outsides making the deeply buried muscle clear and obvious, trembling with every flex while his bulk shook from yet another thundering stomp.

"Does he really think he can handle a 'panda as big as me?"

I snorted and smiled, lying back atop the giant pillow he'd settled me on.

"He laughs?" His tail lashed, one paw grabbing his doughy hip while the other closed the blinds over the bedroom window. "I doubt he'll be laughing when he's trying to push me off of him."

I fell back silent. Marek's wink stopped me tumbling too far from a heady, lusty peak that just begged to have him, all of him, crushing down atop me.

He started his final approach towards the side of the bed, wide, lurching steps sending out tremble after strengthening tremble. His belly shook, bouncing and sloshing, adding to the weighty rumbling rocking my body and flooding my ears.

As he closed in, filling more and more of the room with himself, I reached for the earpieces of my Normaliser. If my massive 'panda could create all this under these circumstances, just what would it sound like naturally?

The air parted, escaping with a faint whistling drone from his descending handpaws. A thump raced out the instant they found the bed, squashing down the duvet and the mattress beneath to the chorus of springs screeching from the initial onslaught. His biceps bulged heavily beneath his shirt, doing their part in tugging the rest of him onto the bed beside me.

It didn't stand a chance. His legs followed, carving up valleys to the sound of bending metal and rushing, gusting air. To bare, un-Normalised ears, that one leg pressing down was more like a disastrous impact. A bus smashing through a wall. A boat running aground. His simple grunt rolled out like thunder, adding to the deep, trembling bass that rattled right through me, and the whole room around us. Such a display. One he could easily repeat, surpass, just by bringing his other leg and his full weight to bear on the helplessly trembling mattress. A trembling that soon grew to full-on shaking.

He began to crawl, rocking and rolling me in all directions. I grabbed two pawfuls of the duvet cover, doing what I could to resist my big 'panda's onslaught on the world around us. He crowded my view, drifting over me like a dark, stormy cloud cover. Every impact from paws and knees thudded out like cannonfire. All wearing a wide smirk and accompanied by a heavily swishing tail.

One leg smashed down to my right. The other crashed to my left. Above, the twin hills of his chest loomed, bordering the incredible drooping mass of his belly, swaying slow, taunting.

"No escape now," Marek sang, the usual sweetness distant, buried far beneath a deep, rattling, grumbling tone, loud enough to start my ears flicking and flattening in resistance to it. The gentlest, most aggressive roar.

He settled his weight back, going from all-fours to kneeling. The boom of his huge rear slamming to his calves echoed like another, awesome crack of thunder. Either side of me, like the sides of a brown-furred canyon, his incredible thighs loomed ominously. Directly above, framed by his overwhelming gut, Marek's weighty bulge drew my focus, growing and expanding by the second.

He was so big, so heavy, every movement and impact came like an event. A force of nature. Wearing the softest smile on a boyishly handsome, deliciously rounded face. Gods, I couldn't stop myself any longer. Jeans already loose, I tugged them aside and yanked my boxers away, exposing my aching, sticky cock to the cool but warming air beneath my 'panda.

"Sam." Even Marek's whispers carried like a throaty, rumbling growl. "I know you love it, but..." His finger rolled over the earpieces I'd left beside me. "I don't want to hurt your ears."

His worry pulled me out of my fantasising about the immense, irresistible force right atop me... But for the better. He leaned down, guiding a lick under my muzzle. Irresistible... absolutely.

"Okay," I gasped past the thrill, stroking the top of his nose, sharing in a melting kiss between his lips.

Normaliser back in play, I returned from that alternate reality of bed-crushing, ground-shattering red pandas looming large. Back to one... where most of those still held true, just in a subtler, sweeter, softer package.

Sitting back up, still leaning, looming, Marek worked at his shirt buttons, slowly, sensually revealing more of his white-furred chestruff, followed by the brown of his staggering belly shelf.

"I always forget how small Maleni are until I get them up close," he mused in his 'true' warmth, an undercurrent of craving, stemming, no doubt, from the large, still growing erection pressing at his underbelly, barely contained by his briefs. "No wonder you need those little walkways and all."

"Can't very well share stuff like the bus seating with you," I gruffed back, idly stroking at myself, eyes fixed on the sheer, growing flood of 'panda paunch surging from his open shirt.

"Got a feeling you wouldn't mind me coming along to share a seat. Especially if it was the one you're already using."

I grunted, tugging hard enough to fire another smattering of pre against my stomach. "Only if you're wearing those tight white gym shorts."

"Oh, that could be arranged." Marek grinned, holding it as his fingers worked to unfasten the second-to-last of his shirt buttons. The red plaid couldn't part fast enough, barged aside by the sheer mass of his gut. Everything down to his deep navel, gazing down at me from its precarious perch atop that last button, came fully on display, spilling out, growing, shrinking, trembling with every large breath my 'panda took. "For now... I think there's a whole different part of me looking to bury you."

I lied there, gripping the bed in torturous anticipation, watching the waves roll through the hills of his barrel gut. Slowly, Marek worked at the last button, far out of his view beneath his considerable underbelly. It taunted him, me, creating heavier and harsher shifts and shakes, ones vast enough to think the button might give from his girth alone... until his fingers succeeded.

What little remained fastened of his plaid shirt burst apart, unleashing the entirety of that staggering belly upon me. A brown-furred ocean parting far-flung continents of orange erupted outwards, taken by gravity, tumbling down towards me with all the weight in the world. It overtook more and more of my sight, blotting out Marek's chest, muzzle, all light, before stopping with a harsh, bed-shaking bounce. It crashed over his hefty thighs, wobbling and pressing down between them, almost within touching distance. Air thick with his scent blasted over me, aftershocks rolling on and on as his bulk slowly settled, hanging, forming its own horizon, ready and waiting to fall further, to smother and flatten anything caught beneath its unimaginable weight.

"How's it look from way down there?"

"Unf..." I sat up, almost dizzy from the display. One paw tight to my cock, the other reaching up to find and sink into his thick fur, marvelling in the warmness of his gut and the amount of give offered by just one small part of it. Enough to believe it could swallow you whole if you dared to push harder. Enough to leave you unable to resist nuzzling and squeezing up into it. "Big."

"Hah. Big, he says." Marek shifted back, dragging his belly up then off of his thighs as light returned between them. He shifted and rocked, meaning that I did, too, slipping off his shirt completely. Yet more giant 'panda to be exposed and admired.

His massive arms, like his thighs, were thick with muscle working visibly beneath his pudge. Orange biceps bulged above brown-furred forearms, working in tandem to grab, squeeze and jiggle his belly. "The word you're looking for is huge. Make no mistake, I could _bury_you. Leave no trace that you're under me. Leave you pinned, smothered... swallowed up by my underbelly."

I dropped to the bed, barely able to shake my jeans off fast enough before throwing my head back with body-rocking arousal. My erection stood firm, making more and more of a mess in my boxers. Marek was assaulting me from all angles; his amazing body, the ominous teasing, his strong, attractive scent, and his huge, growing bulge, overloading the fabric of his own briefs. It was tough to breathe and tougher still to talk. "You're. Huge enough. To bury more. Than just me under here."

"No doubt." He grunted, groping hefty pawfuls of his stomach. "Could take a trip outside. Get some of my Maleni neighbours to test that out." Another, heavier grunt echoed, one paw working down to his barely hidden shaft. "Failing that... clear them out of their little apartments. Leave them to watch on while we find out just how many of them I can smash at once." He slapped both paws to his hips, pushing them forward, emphasising the sheer size of that wobbling gut. "Think I could get at least a couple floors at a time with a big enough bump... Imagine the boom and the dent this thing'd put in them."

Desperate as I was not to fire too soon, resisting against pawing myself proved impossible with the picture he'd begun to paint. I trembled with every shift of his bulk, even more so as one particular, grin-growing thought marinated in my head; Marek was as damn kinky as I was! "You'd bring half the block crashing down, throwing that thing around."

"Half? Pfft. Try the whole block, little 'panda." He shifted forward, showing me one hell of a piercing, lip-curling smirk. "Unless you managed to stop me first."

Speed. The fucking speed that Marek moved at left me flatfooted. At least... it would have, if I wasn't sprawled out and busy stroking myself.

Everything quaked. Two huge paws flew past me, thumping to the headboard, slamming the bed itself against the wall. His belly jostled above. A brown sky with a taunting, chocolate-accented face of orange and white. I barely had a chance to call out, "Marek?" before it all came crashing, thudding down.

I wound up somewhere around his navel, a mountain of hot, doughy 'panda pressing me, and surely the pillow supporting me almost flat. The weight was staggering. Everywhere. Like a fallen landmass, burying, engulfing all of me, all at once. My paws, my muzzle, my cock, all pushed, nosed and ground back, lost in enormous rolls of 'panda scented fur and flab. Nothing and nobody could've possibly resisted... and with his paws on that headrest... this couldn't have been anything close to Marek's full weight atop me.

"C'mon, Sam," he called, easing the load, allowing at least a little air, light and sound in. "Lift! Use those muscles you've got there." "G-oof..." The pressure kept me stuck in his Maleni-made folds for a split second, pulling me up then letting me drop. "What!?"

"I've seen you pumping weights at the gym, working on those guns."

"I wouldn't call these 'gun--'"

"Time to put them to good use." Down he came again, harder, blasting away the outside world. The deep, rumbling impact sounded like the end of it under all that mass.

Warm 'panda pudge poured around me, almost grabbing me up completely. The weight on my crotch begged me to start humping back, thrusting my wanting shaft up, down... forward, back... whatever direction I'd found down under him.

"Hmm," He sang, muffled and distorted by himself. "I guess that'll do instead, little 'panda."

Marek started to move with me, rising and falling, dragging and forcing his fur and fat back and forth against my shaft.

The sensation was incredible. Like a living landslide hitting again and again, weakening my legs as his belly pushed me closer and closer towards an ever growing climax. But, sure as I was that I'd be finishing there, flattened out beneath him, he hauled himself away.

"Enjoying yourself down there," he sang, pulling me along for the ride. Three seconds. Three seconds it took for gravity to peel me from the hold of his girth, dropping me back to the pillow. "Felt like it, for sure."

"Hah..." A few seconds more were about enough to catch my breath and find the stickiness all over my crotch. "Maybe."

"If you wanted out, all you had to do was lift that little bit of me." He settled back to kneel either side of the crumpled pillow, and a crumpled me. "Just like a workout at the gym."

"That_little_ bit of you? Workout?"

"Yeah." His tail wagged beyond his hips and equally sticky navel fur. "What, am I too much for a little 'panda?"

"Too much for most everyone... Hell, never mind a workout, you'd flatten most of the Maleni section of the gym with that thing. Bring the balcony and walkways crashing down with it.

"You don't sound like you'd be upset about that," he quipped, bringing his smile back down towards me. "Maybe I'll do that for you if you ever get a new job somewhere else... You know, as a treat."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He chuckled gently, tilting his head and planting a smooch on my muzzle. "You'll walk out with your final wage packet. I'll walk out with a few thousand tolars' worth of gym equipment flattened to my gut."

"Can't wait," I chuckled back, taking his muzzle in my grasp to return his affections.

Our playing might have ended, but the passion in the room never cooled. We stayed locked in that embrace for kiss after fiery kiss. I'd never kissed another red panda before, never mind a Visoka one. My heart raced and fluttered with such intensity that at that moment, I swear, this 'panda was the only one for me.

Deep in my desire, breath quivering after each kiss, begging for the next, I struggled out of my boxers to lie totally exposed to my giant 'panda above. It didn't take long for him to follow suit, shifting and lumbering out of his own briefs, saving them from the sheer work they'd endured to keep his full-strength erection and beach ball-sized balls contained.

The sheer power of his scent struck me, like the rest of him, strong but sweet, but ten times as potent. It pushed me to a whole level of horny I never knew existed. The ache in my entire body, combined with the sight of his entire, enormous body laid bare for me, left me gasping and groaning for him.

"I might have only had the one Maleni 'panda to toy with tonight," Marek said, slipping his paw beneath me, palmpad pressing my butt, two fingers curled between my bare thighs. "But luckily, I have the best one."

"Aww." We shared another in a long line of kisses on our way down to the bed below.

The bed whined once again, springs creaking almost in surrender with everything my 'panda had put them through.

"And... looks like I've still got him," he added, growling in fake menace as he moved me from those sweet lips.

I passed over the sprawling brown hills formed by his chest and belly, clinging to his paw, panting away in awe of the idea that there was so much of him that I hadn't explored. All this mass, rolling on and on, waiting for me to grab and hold and squeeze myself against it. But, as it soon dawned, neither his pecs nor his gut was to be my end destination.

Past the peak of his belly, all roads of its steepening, thick-furred slope led towards the throbbing tower rising from his crotch. His massive shaft pushed against the curve of his underbelly, sending a visible wave through it with every beat of his heart.

Marek's scent returned to overwhelm my senses, but... not in the same way. The closer he took me, the stronger it got. True of both him, and the gnawing in my head. Something... had changed. Felt... off.

"Poor little 'pandas," he chimed from way off towards the head of the bed. "They have themselves a habit of getting stuck to us big ones in a whole load of different ways."

His free paw parted his cock from its groove on his underbelly, revealing the dark, deep, tight space between them. The heat radiated, striking me near instantly, only intensifying the nearer Marek took me.

My tail found my rear and thighs, staying put there while my ears drooped in solidarity. Marek's paw twisted and turned, sliding me down to his fingers and planting me in the thick, ankle-grabbing fur of his crotch. I barely had a moment to assess the situation, find my bearings, before I had my big 'panda's cock flopping back against my face, pushing and holding me firm against his considerable bulk.

The air escaped my lungs, lost amid Marek's aroma. I couldn't move against the sheer pressure from his flesh and fur, unable to avoid the huge pink tip of my giant 'panda's head, throbbing just beneath my muzzle. His shaft was so damn thick, I had a hard time reaching my arms the whole way around it. One of the few things I_could_ do, half sitting, half lying, suspended in the fuzz of his happy trail.

"Give us a lick, there."

Only moments before, I'd have done so without hesitation. No way would I have passed up the opportunity to taste and turn him on. But suddenly... no. This was no longer a game. No longer foreplay. This was real. A real Visoka really had me, locked firmly in his grasp.

Another shift, another struggle, but it was no use. I had no chance. I couldn't get away. Not by myself. All over again.

"Come on, don't be shy." Marek started to move, belly shifting. The light dimmed.

I pushed back hard, working my elbows and shoulders into him, lifting my head enough to see his massive mitt of a paw coming down for me. "Wait!"

He did. In an instant. "What?"

"Just wait. Please"

"Okay, sure!" Marek cried, voicing rising. "But... Sam, are you shaking?"

I pulled a paw back from his shaft, turning my head to see it for myself. "I... Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean..." I groaned, desperate. The bite in his voice gave away his annoyance. Now, it wasn't just him I was struggling against. "I_was_ ready, I was, but... but--"

"Okay, calm down." He dipped his paw beneath his underbelly, scooping me out into the open. "All that before, what I was saying... You know that I'm just playing, right?"

"Yeah."

"Because you... you like all that stuff too."

"Right."

His paw lifted me high enough to spot his small smile shining, allowing the first easy breath in a while. "So what's upset you?"

My head dipped towards his palm, tail hugging my hips. I couldn't face him. Not until he'd brought me all the way up to the gentle valley of his chest.

"Is this your first time with a Visoka?"

"No... well, yes, but... Kinda."

"It's one or the other," he shot back, pressing me into the comfort of his chestruff.

"I shouldn't be talking about this... Not now."

"Why?"

"Not when we're... we were so close."

"It's fine." He bumped me with a finger, eyes brightening. "If it comes to needing more foreplay to get us back going again, well, I don't mind going one further and just full on sitting on you."

I snorted, grinning. For that, I had to lean forward to peck him on the lip. And for that, he returned my kiss in kind. "Okay... Do you remember at the coffee shop, when I was talking about the dorm room parties at uni? The... difficulties I had?"

"I do." Marek quietened. "With the outdated facilities and all."

"Yeah. Amongst other things." I clawed at the itch growing across the back of my neck. "Like when you're putting yourself out there..." No use. It made it up to my scalp, too. "Talking to dudes you like. Visoka dudes."

"Right." He didn't sound or look sure about what I was trying to say. "And that's bad?"

"It is when you end up dealing with drunk Visoka dudes who are on the prowl, way more into you than you are to them. Trust me, when they keep on reminding you how 'tiny' you are, you realise that you don't often have a choice if they don't want you to. They can just pick you up, take you off to their room or someplace quiet, like you're a piece of property and--"

"And did they?" Marek spat, ears forward, mouth creeping open. "Did they..."

He went silent, sharpening eyes finishing that sentence for him. "Oh, no, no. The closest it ever got was..." That itch just wouldn't go away. Fortunately, I had a big 'panda here to try and help with a stroking finger. "This one time, at the start of my final year. Some bear from the uni's rushball team, a friend of a friend. We'd been talking, but I just didn't... I didn't think we clicked. Turned out he thought different, and that hauling me off to his room was a good way to change my mind." Marek's petting moved from my head, down to my back, then my tail. "I told him, over and over, that I wasn't interested, but... in the end, I managed to get him to put me down by saying if he didn't, I'd be using my security alarm right there and then." I took a deep breath. Let it go hard. "Fuck... that night, I was glad the university had insisted us Maleni use them."

"No doubt." His paw cupped my back, nursing me deeper into his fur.

"It wasn't that bad at the time. I never felt in danger, but after that, I was kinda... nervous about putting myself in that position around a Visoka again." Marek's hold took me all the way down to his chest, squeezing, cuddling me into the slow, steady thump of his heart. "So, I didn't. Not once... Not until tonight."

He held me there for... I couldn't say how long. The steady petting went on and on, a far cry from the intensity of what we'd been doing not so long before, lasting until he brought me the short way up to his muzzle.

"Listen. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He bumped the tip of his nose to mine. "We don't have to, if you don't feel ready."

I blasted another heavy sigh against his muzzle fur, nuzzling back. Looking at him, really looking at him, with more than just my libido... I finally did see him. Marek. Handsome and hot... kind and caring. Fun. Smart. Gentle. My heart grew faster, stronger. Truly, I'd never met anyone like him before.

"Feeling better?"

I nodded, resting my muzzle on his. A weight had lifted... one even bigger than Marek's belly, I thought.

"You're laughing." He licked my stomach. "That's a good sign."

I squeezed him, gazing deep into those gentle green eyes. "I do want this. I do want to do this... with you."

"Okay." His cheeks creased softly, ears flicking, dancing. "I'll take care of you. Promise."

Diversion complete, it didn't take us long to get back into the mood. I had Marek and his talent for roleplay to thank for that. He went into great detail about visiting some Maleni housing complex next to the park, taking a seat on a hip-height roof to test its durability. Inevitably, it'd fail to stand up to a 'panda as big and as heavy as him, and wouldn't last long before crumbling completely. By the time we'd finished, I'd wager Marek had turned the whole complex I'd constructed in my head into a muddy mess of 'pandabutt-sized craters.

After all that, built upon the firm foundations of our heart to heart, getting pressed between his warm underbelly and pulsing, sticky shaft didn't scare me. In fact... it felt totally right.

"All good?" he asked, keeping his paw closeby.

I reached forward, around, getting as much of my big 'panda as I could in both arms. "All good."

"Okay," he sang, drawing it out into a deepening rumble. That hefty paw shifted, finding its own grasp around Marek's thick cock.

He kept things slow, a thumb and index finger taking one of my paws each, pads sinking and shifting around them. I was pressed and held from all sides, but all I had on my mind was the 'panda scented pink ahead, and the smaller version throbbing below.

Marek started to stroke, guiding my arms along with him. The slickness... felt amazing on my pads and bare fur, teamed with a coarseness that sent tingling tremors right the way through me.

Up, down, we repeated the motion, gaining speed all the while. The throb of his shaft grew harder, louder, spurring mine on along with it. His scent grew bolder, my heart beat faster. Forward went my muzzle, tongue parting my lips, finding and exploring the sweet spice of Marek's tip.

A bassy groan rolled through my 'panda, rattling hard into me. He pushed me on, I pushed him on. A growing, quickening, unstoppable cycle.

"Good 'panda," he croaked, fingers leaving my paws, confident in their ability to maintain the pace. "Show me-- guh."

The very ground seemed to shift. An ear flicking grunt parted the air, the warm, comforting mound of his underbelly wobbling along with it all. It pushed me to his cock, pressing around, overtaking my whole body, adding to the force behind my tongue's tour of his drooling tip. His shuddering had me matching him, taste strengthening, challenging my tongue, but offering no less appeal. I was riding my 'panda in so many senses of the word, never stopping with how much momentum we were building together.

I could hear his grimace, the choked words of encouragement that never came beyond a quivering grunt. Each of them a seal of approval, an invitation to seal the giant 'panda's fate and keep him completely at my mercy.

I moved beyond just licks, taking the whole of his cocktip in my muzzle. Sucking it, squeezing my arms as they continued their rubbing was like kicking things into high gear.

"Fuck," he growled, pressing his shaft back against me, bucking his massive hips as a thick glob of pre sprayed against my muzzle, coating my fur and his.

With thick tail lashing up and falling from the air above us, Marek wasn't the only one racing towards climax. Basking in the sight and scent of his lust, the increasing weight and pressure hitting from every angle, my crotch was less throbbing, more hammering.

I tightened my hold on him yet further, teasing claws over his more sensitive skin. The noise he made, and the quaking I drew, set me grinning, turning my head to nuzzle into the incredible girth of his underbelly. All the while, I ground my hips, frotting with my 'panda, sparking another torrent of pre to lash out all over my chest, stomach and crotch, washing away my own, working like glue to pull the two of us even closer together.

I was practically fucking him with how hard we were going at it. My arms were getting weary, hips slowing but strengthening their thrusts. Panting, tiring, the growls I was giving began to rival those that I was still prying from Marek. "All this. From a. Little 'panda."

He started to slow, belly slamming into my back with how hard he was breathing. His cock went from pulsing to trembling, getting harder, louder, until my enormous 'panda gave one final, throaty roar.

Marek bucked hard, throwing me back as he blew like a cannon. Shot after shot of white blasted past, arcing high over my head and beyond the crest of his belly above.

His grunting eased steadily, matching the gradual waning of his climax, until the residual began to fire onto his underbelly, down his spent shaft, warming, dampening, making a mess of it along with my fur, too. Everything around me was Marek, from his cock to his climax in taste, sight and scent. I hadn't stopped my own stroking, only slowed it from the sheer strength of his display. A display that had helped push me so close towards my vinegar strokes that my arms and jaw tightened, readying to follow my big, panting 'panda into afterglow--

His paw found me, squeezed down between my back and his sticky underbelly, lifting me from the tight, hot crevice where I'd worked myself into a storm. I grabbed his fingers, sprawling and leaking untold amounts of pre all over his palmpad.

He moved me further up a brown hillside rising and falling with each heavy, panting breath. A hot, heavy smattering of white was unmissable, coating and matting the fur all the way up to his navel.

"I know. This is where. You'd rather be," Marek forced past his lolling tongue, corners of his mouth creeping upwards as he settled me into the thickest fur at the very peak of his belly. Slow, steady strokes over my back helped me down to my own stomach, weak knees happy for me to sprawl and the rest of me in delirium at the ecstatic touch of my wanting, begging cock against his bulk.

I took as much of him as I could, pawfuls of flesh and fur, pushing down to sample the give his mountainous form offered to me. Muzzle deep, I breathed my 'panda in, quivering, bucking and grinding down into him without hesitation.

"That's it," he rumbled, maintaining the closeness of his touch, from my shoulders to my back, my butt and my tail. "Good little 'panda."

That spurred me on, put a grin in the grimace that came with each strengthening thrust into his gut. Aided by his hold, I sank into him, hips half submerged by fuzz and fat, the deep, rippling flex of strong, hidden muscle far below a constant reminder of my 'panda's might. My cock, soaked with arousal, flooding his fur, twitched and trembled, carving a tight trench through the deepening folds my grinding created in his bulk. Marek's grasp didn't falter, sweeping around to my side, a gentle claw running across my skin from hip to my thigh. It was all too much. Way too much. I shook, spasmed, holding, squeezing my 'panda as I thrusted one last time, releasing the ache, blasting rope after rope of heat as far as my lust could fire them. I nosed and smooched at him, rubbing paws, enjoying the feeling of his bulk against pads as my love for it turned his brown fur a shade darker.

Tingling, trembling, I collapsed atop my 'panda, petting, cuddling, basking in him. My afterglow shone bright, filling me with a joy I doubted I'd ever matched before.

Once more, Marek's huge paw shifted, fingers delicately scooping me into the closeness of his palm.

"Look at all this mess you've made," he cooed, nosing my ear.

I chuckled, wanting to offer a comeback, but fatigue hit too hard. All I could give him were paws to his muzzle, a tired hug and a soft kiss, my tongue slipped as far as I could push it past his lips.

His grumble was my reward, along with perked ears and affectionate eyes. The next came in the form of my own kiss, aimed for my whole muzzle tip. "I'll save you the effort of trying to clean it."

I managed a chuckle, curling up in the security of his paw, then again in the softness of his chest. A playful flex of his pecs rocked me, lifting and shifting me into the depths of the thick-furred valley between them.

I don't remember much of what came after. Only that my 'panda felt as warm and as welcoming, and comfortable and as comforting as any bed I'd lied in...

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My head ached something wicked. A pounding vice grip from one ear to the other. Forcing my eyes open didn't help much, other than to give me even more pain to suck in air about.

I rolled over, saw the blinds, shortly before taking a creeping ray of sun square in the face. A whole different something to make my head throb and eyes sting.

My phone sat waiting on the bed not far from me. I didn't remember leaving it so close. I didn't remember getting under this blanket, either. Whatever. I grabbed it, checked the screen. 8:03. Damn. Not even six hours' worth of sleep. No wonder my head was a mess. Below the clock, I had a message popup; an 'OK' from Ma, made in reply to the hasty text I'd sent her on the bus last night, explaining not to worry about waiting up, as I'd be 'staying over with a friend'.

I turned to that 'friend', resembling a cliff face beneath his duvet, muzzle poking out over the top towards me. His mouth hung ajar, soft snoring sending a soothing vibration through the bed beneath us. He looked so restful. Happy. Precious. I scooted over along with my blanket, reaching up to rub the tip of his nose. A contented groan was my reward, and my motivation to keep up the stroking.

Gods, I had so much fun last night. An incredible end to a brilliant day. If I hadn't been so tired, achy, I might have jumped a path around this bed. For the first time, I'd gone the whole way with a Visoka. Got off with the big, sexy 'panda from work that I hadn't been able to stop myself thinking about. I played that back over and over, letting the joy flow through me. It was almost enough to silence this deep, nagging thought creeping from the back of my mind.

I pushed it away at first, settling my head into the pillow that I also didn't remember having the night before. None of it was any use, though. No matter how I positioned myself, blanket up over me or not, I couldn't settle. That thought became a voice, overtaking all my celebrating, telling me to look at him, again. To think back to that 'panda I'd spent the day with. So big... but so wonderful.

Marek slept on, oblivious, offering me that same happy, peaceful face that served only to leave me even more conflicted. I liked him. A lot. That hadn't changed... but everything else had. I smelled so much like him, a hangover from the night before, and in that instant, feeling just as rotten as one.

My paws clenched, gripping my blanket and pulling it tighter. I didn't want this. I mean, I did, before, in the heat of the moment, but...

"Argh," I growled, a desperate gargle in the back of my throat. I'd ruined it, right? I'd had nights like this before, just a couple, but they never... This should have been a lot more than that.

I had to go. Throwing that blanket off gave a reminder of my guilt. Sticky, knotted chest and belly fur, still thick with what Marek and me had shared. A shower was required, no question. I had to get clean. Then, I could find my way to the bus stop, catch a ride into town then grab another back home.

Marek stirred, rolling a shoulder, pushing an arm out from his covers, reaching a paw towards me. Gods, what was I doing? How could I do that? Regrets or not... he was amazing... but no, I couldn't stay. I had to go. I'd fucked everything up.

My legs felt ready to buckle, still shaking the sleepiness. I didn't have time to let them wake up as well. It was a short walk across the duvet at least, over to the little wooden bridge built into the headboard.

I made it to the side table without a glance back, padding onwards to the lift that'd take me down to the carpet. The whole way, my mind fought with itself. Yes, no? Should I, shouldn't I? That ride should have taken seconds. It felt more like minutes.

I carried on, adamant, scolding myself, snowballing the embarrassment, the shame, strange and stupid as it sounded. My clothes were where I'd left them, scattered across the floor at the base of the side table. I snatched them up, threw them against myself, and in the buff, made a break for the doors over in the far corner of the bedroom.

The Maleni-sized door came first, sitting ajar beside the full-sized version. I'd almost made it across the carpet, just about to reach for the handle, when a dull, growing rumble started from behind me.

"Sam?" Marek called sleepily, making more and more of a racket.

I turned, watching him fight from under his duvet. Ears perked, eyes half-closed, he searched around the darkened room, soon finding me at the door beyond the foot of his bed.

"There you are." He rubbed his eyes, refocusing... finding the clothes bunched under my arm. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I replied, peering away, through to the hallway beyond.

"You're leaving?"

"No, I'm just... gonna get a shower."

He pulled his covers closer, ears splayed flat. "You need your wallet for that?"

Damn it. I glanced down to my other paw. Seemed Marek wasn't sleepy enough to miss it.

"Did I do something...?" He checked for something beyond his big frame, around about where I'd woken. "If it's about-- See, you passed out so fast last night, before I even had a chance to clean up. Didn't want to wake you, so I grabbed that pillow and blanket from the bed I'd made up for you. I know some Maleni don't like to be moved without being asked, but--"

"No, no." I threw up my paws, letting my clothes drop. "I did. It was me."

That knocked him back, starting him frowning. "What?"

"It's..." Gods, I was so exposed down here, and not only from my boxers being top of the heap at my feet. "I didn't want this to happen."

His frown deepened. "Want what to happen?"

"This!" I threw out my trembling arms, gulping down an ever-growing lump. "Sleeping... doing what we did. Don't get me wrong, I'm _glad_it did, but--"

"Then what's the problem?"

Even from across the room, the snap in my big 'panda's voice had me reeling. "The problem is... I think..." Marek glared at me, fierce... hurt. A second, harder gulp freed me enough to add, "You're too good to have reduced this down to a one night thing."

The distant groan of a passing car; the only thing to be heard here in his bedroom. He watched me for an age before his ears began to lift. "Is that it?"

"Uhh..." I rubbed at my shoulder. "That's it."

"Oh, please." He scoffed hard, tossing the top of his duvet away. "Seriously? Sam, will you listen to yourself?"

"Huh?"

"Are you..." Marek's head cocked. In a flash, his smirk cut away all that anger and anguish. "Religious or something?" "No!"

"Just checking." His whole bed rocked from his shifting further forward, barrel belly ploughing his covers aside. "I don't think it's_reduced_ anything into anything. You're talking like you took advantage of me or something."

"That's not what I meant--"

"Trust me, we have had those few beers at the bar, but I was far from drunk."

"No, I--"

"Plus it was me doing most of the smothering--"

"Marek!" I took a stomp forward. "What I'm saying is I've never felt..."

Back came the silence. His ears perked as high as they'd go, eyes widening in an attempt at following them.

"Last night. It wasn't just fooling around to me." A third gulp couldn't shift the blockage. I'd croak around it regardless, desperate to tell my big 'panda that, "I've never felt like this about anyone before."

I threw my paws together, clasping them tight. That was it. I'd put it out there. Over two months since that first night of seeing him. Of wanting nothing more than to be around him.

Marek sat there in bed, watching me. I couldn't get a gauge on him. His hanging muzzle resembled surprise, but the rising corners of his mouth took all of that away.

"Sam, you know... I didn't exactly plan for this either, but... It happened, and I enjoyed it. A lot." He chuckled in that wonderful bright pitch, cheeks lifting, adding an overdue brightness to the room. "I enjoy being with you a lot."

I took in air, as much as I could get. The lump in my throat crumbled, choking me up in all the right ways. "I'm... glad to hear it." A heavy exhale eased an awful load from off my shoulders. "I really am."

"It's like I said, little 'panda. I really wanted to ask you on a date first, but I just couldn't get up the courage... So how's about this? How about I be the one to ask you out on a second date? Right now."

My heart skipped, jumped, almost made into outer space. I felt really to fall, legs trembling almost as hard as my breathing. Still, no matter how much I stood ready to explode with joy, the first thing to leave my mouth was, "Isn't this still the first date we're having now?"

"That'd depend on your viewpoint," he shot back. "Some would say yeah, it's still going. Some that it ended when we fell asleep... Others, that it ended the moment you shot your load all over my stomach."

"Jeez," I groaned, cheeks and ears turning red hot.

He laughed gently, eyes creasing. "There's no way I want this to be a one night thing, either... So what do you say? Would you like to go out with me again?"

"Yes." I started across the carpet, leaving the door behind. "Absolutely."

"Great!" My 'panda leaned down, watching me approach his side of the bed. "Because if you'd said no, I'd have had to find another gym, and I don't want that."

"Oh, no! Please don't." I grinned up at him, basking in his smile, and the light flick of his hanging tail tip. "I want to see you in those tight shorts of yours as much as possible."

He put his own teeth on display for me, patting the mattress. "Come back to bed."

No need to tell me twice. I upped the pace, hurrying towards my big 'panda's lowering paw. He didn't even make it to the carpet by the time I'd found his finger, jumping up high, hopping off a pad and twirling to land backfirst into the soft warmth of his palmpad.

"Nice," he called. "Do you coach that kind of stuff at the gym?"

"Why? Interested?"

"Maybe." I started to rise, closing in on the top of the mattress, and his beaming smile. "It'd sure come in useful when it comes to rushball. If you've got enough space for me to start jumping and bouncing around."

"I'm sure we could make room."

"Cool." He nuzzled my ear, slapping a paw to his bare belly fur. "And if not, I'm pretty sure I'd make my own anyway."

I snorted and huffed out a giggle, grabbing onto and squeezing against his muzzle. "My boss might not approve of that."

"Doubtful." Marek nursed me away, cradling me down into a massive, snuggling hug against his chest. "Maybe you can come train me down at the training field, instead... Earn yourself a ride in my shorts on the way back home."

"Holy..." I sprawled out, cuddling as much of him as I could. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you."

"Yep. Either by sitting on or dropping my belly on them. All at once."

That got me shuddering, chuckling, nuzzling deep into his thick fur between flexing pecs. "Pretty much."

"Knew it." With the lightest touch, he lifted my head, pulling me towards his muzzle. "More than happy to do it for my goofy little 'panda."

"Goofy?" I bopped his nose. "I'm not goofy!"

"You are."

"How?"

"Want the list? How about forgetting to give me your number when you asked me out?"

"That was as much your fault as mine."

"And your dancing when I came back to get it?"

"Uhm."

"Let's not even get back onto your runaway boners when I'm working ou--"

"Fine." I pushed my paws to his mouth. "Goofy."

Our cheeks rose and eyes creased in tandem. We leaned forward, finding each other's lips. I put my all into our kiss, desperate, determined to give him everything. Marek did too, what with how much of my muzzle, neck and chest he drew against himself.

We kept up our embrace, all the way down to the mattress. My 'panda found the pillow, settling to allow me to sit on his chest, feet resting on his warm, soft neck fur. I wrapped my arms around his muzzle, leaning to kiss down at its tip, enjoying the lapping of his tongue against mine.

We kept that up for... who knew how long. Long enough for the sun to shine brighter through the blinds, for my arms to ache with my squeezing, and for my jaw to tire from the sharing of our affections.

"Also," Marek said softly, licking his lips. "I wanted to have you around long enough to try my take on a Charkava."

"Sounds good," I replied, sliding down to settle on his pillow next to him.

"Maybe_without_ you gulping down the grounds this time."

I snorted, nosing at his cheek. "Even better."

His paw pressed around me, aiding my cuddling against his cheek. This closeness, contentment, the thoughts of the fun we had to come: they all left me thankful, relieved at not reaching that door just a few seconds faster. If I had, well, I'd have missed out on finding myself exactly where I needed to be. And with exactly who I needed to be.