Dressed for the Occasion
#9 of Ball-Shaped Objects
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Hehhey - look, our favorite fuzz-panda is back, with another chapter to continue this story has been most kind to commission more stuff in this series, and I am delighted to return to the misadventures of a certain red panda. I look forward to hearing your thoughts, too!
Have a nice read!
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Hinrich was feeling pretty good. In fact, the red panda was feeling quite happy with himself all things told, wandering through the corridors of the GeoCampus complex after having spent a productive afternoon in the laboratory. Drilling bone samples might've been a job more suitable for one of the assistants of the faculty, indeed, someone even more junior than himself, but today Hinrich had accepted the work as a welcome distraction from his stuffy office. Never mind the cramped laboratory with noxious chemicals in metal containers and the constant buzz of the refrigerators, once he had arrived to the work in the morning he had heard the definite ringing tunes of Rudy Giovannini from the direction of Frau Voss' office, which meant that the red panda was more than happy to follow Professor Glaube's request to report to the bone laboratory...stat!
Now it was nearer to midday and Hinrich entered the corridor into his own faculty, ears joyfully empty of any folk singers, his tail swishing beneath the hem of the white lab coat he was still wearing. He liked hanging it in his office for the simple reason that he didn't want anyone else to be wearing it, and someone might steal it, too...time had taught that lesson to him as well.
He rounded the corner in the hallway and was on the final stretch now, walking through the quiet hallway. It seemed that most of the staff had already went for lunch, which meant that the red panda, whom had been engrossed in his work, would now also have to start to seek some sustenance of his own. Going out for some of the nearby restaurants seemed like an awfully lot of effort today, considering it was a Monday and Hinrich didn't much care for Mondays, but he persevered. He could always go to the Mensa and buy one of those plastic-wrapped sandwiches that were almost as fossilized as the bones he had been molesting with a drill.
Hinrich instinctively quickened his step upon walking past Frau Voss' office, the vixen's door plastered with a photograph of a 1980's era Dieter Bohlen, glued to the door in an angle with copious amounts of tape. Such sights were too much to handle at this hour, with an empty stomach, Hinrich decided, as he finally reached his own sanctuary and opened the door.
The musk of tiger was as strong as the scent of old paper and parchment and dust in the office, its regular mixture of olfactory elements, Hinrich decided, and now on top of that, the scent of a bad-tempered feline, enough to make the furs on his fluffy tail bristle even before his eyes really gathered enough information on what was going on in the room.
"Oh there you are!" the gruff, impolite voice barked.
Hinrich gawked a little. The tiger was sitting on the red panda's office chair, in front of his computer with its new pretty arc bacteria screensaver, one of his big paws holding onto Jurassic Mug and seemingly just playing with it, looking bored while he leaned back on the chair that was just a tad too small for him, his tail swinging about behind him as he swiveled about to face the incomer into the dusty chamber of science and red panda hegemony now well challenged.
"Euhm...."
"Well get your tail in here!"
Hinrich shuffled into his office and closed the door behind him, his tail tucking between his legs while he stared at the oddly out-of-place tiger, seated on the red panda's throne he had taken over so rudely with his bulky form.
"Uh...Hallo," Hinrich mumbled.
The tiger snorted.
"Ich still not Germanisch spreake," the tiger drawled, making Hinrich's ears flick curiously at the mangled words he managed to produce, "English, bitte!"
Hinrich felt a jolt of excitement in his chest, just as the perfect words appeared upon his own tongue.
"I didn't know you knew how to say please," Hinrich replied, "in any language."
The tiger's eyes seemed to flash, as much as his teeth, between briefly curled lips.
"Smartass," the tiger accused.
"What are you doing here?" Hinrich questioned matter-of-fact.
"I work here," the tiger said, "I thought you did too."
Hinrich shook his head softly, again wondering on just how the tiger managed to turn any conversation into a strange head game or some sort of a bizarre exchange of half-veiled insults in the tiger's part he could only moderately response to, considering his own timid nature...he just didn't like conflict, not even in a playful manner.
"Yes," Hinrich said, "I work here. But this isn't your office."
"Buuuueroo!" the tiger yelped victoriously. "Buuuureouuu!"
"Uhhh...yeah..." Hinrich rubbed his long muzzle, "that's it."
"Seems that your compulsive Spreakcourse is doing some Gut," the tiger rumbled, "but you have all too many verb things and what is a strong verb anyway?"
"Euhmmm..." Hinrich rumbled.
"Do you own a suit?" the tiger grunted.
"Excuse me?" Hinrich replied, utterly puzzled by the tiger's sudden exclamation.
Warrick snorted and put Jurassic Mug down to the desk with a loud bang.
"I asked you a simple question. Do you own a suit? A black or a grey or a blue or a red or a white piece of apparel, usually consisting of a jacket and pants, sometimes a waistcoat, which is worn in ceremonial events and parties of prestigious nature."
Hinrich tried to put his head around the somewhat strange vocabulary of the tirade. It was easy enough to get the gist of information in it, though. The tiger wanted to know if he had...nice...clothes.
"Well..." he rubbed his muzzle, "I've got a black suit...yeah..."
The tiger chuckled.
"You bought it for a funeral?"
Hinrich blushed.
"My mother bought it for me when I turned 18," he replied. "I've only worn it a few times. Not many occasions for that sort of a thing."
"Hmnmmmm..." the tiger hmmmmm'd aggressively, muzzle resting on a paw while he stared at the red panda, "if it's all you've got...."
"What is all this about?" Hinrich frowned, unhappy about the tiger's intrusion, though quietly and not so unhappily intrigued by the sexy cat's presence as well.
"I just needed to know if you've got a suit," the tiger replied, "you need one."
"Euhm...why is that?" Hinrich asked.
"Because you need one," the tiger replied, "on Wednesday."
"Hmm....why?" Hinrich repeated the question, feeling a bit dumb while the tiger was obviously enjoying himself a bit too much, playing with the red panda once more.
"Why?" the tiger harrumphed. "Why?"
"I suppose I'd like to know..." Hinrich rumbled meekly.
The tiger chuckled.
"Well isn't that the whole point of a surprise that you don't know?" he stated.
Hinrich felt an ear flop and gave it a quick tug, a kind of a nervous tug he was acutely aware of while standing there under the tiger's scrutiny. He wasn't sure what to think of a surprise as machinated by the tiger, considering that in the past surprises had included sending him sex toys as a present to his workplace, rum-fuelled New Year's parties in their underwear and...yeah. The tiger had a particular way of going around doing stuff, he knew as much, despite their short acquaintance.
"I might still want to prepare a bit, y'know," Hinrich said.
Warrick folded his arms over his chest indignantly.
"Don't you trust me, German boy?"
Hinrich wanted to tell that he didn't, at least not completely, but he also had to admit that the tiger's surprises so far had left him quite satisfied all told.
"I just don't know what to make of it, is all," he said, "I've no idea what you have in mind, Warrick. Where would we go where I need to wear a suit?"
"Well I'll be wearing one too, if that makes you feel any better," the tiger replied, "I'll even wear your favorite jockstrap underneath it if you like..."
Hinrich felt a warm jolt in his manly netherquarters and immediately regretted the blush that has appeared over his cheeks and was definitely creeping up its way over onto the pink insides of his ears, too, covered in that softest of fuzz. He wasn't sure whether to curse his overactive autonomous nervous system or the tiger's way of affecting him so thoroughly. Like, he wasn't even sure why the mention of the jockstrap had made his eyes fall from the tiger's eyes and onto his groin...maybe it was because he'd noticed that the tiger's arms were spread quite wide while he sat on the red panda's office chair and leered at him.
"Uhmm...I don't know...Wednesday?"
"At seven," the tiger said, "I'll pick you up."
"And we'd be going out?" Hinrich asked.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"I'll presume then that we will," the red panda stated.
"Well as long as you won't be a spoilsport," the tiger said, "I've put thought into this, too, so you better not ruin it by whining about it!"
Hinrich wondered just how much thought the tiger had put earlier into procuring the vicious stainless steel combo-cock-ring-anal-dildo and placing that into the red panda's room wrapped in half a dozen layers of glitzy paper and as many boxes, and judging by that, he was sometimes willing to go the extra distance to make things extra memorable.
At least the tiger hadn't told him to wear _that_for Wednesday...at least not yet.
"Well I look forward to it of course," Hinrich replied, "I just don't know what to expect."
"So enjoy the expectation then!" the tiger snapped his fingers, paws flying high above his head before he folded them behind his neck and leaned back, the image of a relaxing, but still dangerously powerful tiger, indeed. It was like he was just barely holding it in check.
Hinrich felt aroused by the danger, and he barely regretted it, anymore.
"UHm...okay, then," he finally nodded, "I'm not sure if the suit will fit though..."
The tiger chuckled.
"Either you were a chubby ass when you were 18 or about the size of an anorexic model, or otherwise it must fit!" the tiger sounded derisive.
"Well I have to iron it...possibly get it dry cleaned..."
"Don't fuss," the tiger said, "You're such a fuss...fuzzbutt..."
Hinrich blushed, but tried not to show his embarrassment at being called that.
"Is the door locked?" the tiger said, suddenly.
Hinrich almost jumped.
"Uh...yeah, "he replied, after a quick glance. He'd heard it click when he entered, anyway.
"Good," the tiger replied, his voice laced with a purr, "I did have something else to tell you, too, besides extending my invitation."
"Yeah?" Hinrich knew that he was tempting fate.
"Well..." the tiger replied, stretching out just a little bit more, his paws so much extended that it seemed that even his claws might be coming out, "since you are so aptly dressed at the moment, I think I must show something to you...Doctor Baikal..."
Hinrich gasped.
"...something that's been bothering me all day..." the tiger slurred dangerously, while his paws fell down, along his body and onto his lap, "there's this strange swelling here that just happened out of nowhere and I need you to look at it, Doctor, to tell me if it's alright..."
Hinrich could barely believe what the tiger was saying - just...what?
There was a rustle of cloth, and under the staring eyes of the red panda, the tiger unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his package, just like that, letting his balls flop out of the waistband of some fancy silk boxers (no jockstrap this time, Hinrich's brain registered even if almost all the blood in his system was rushing to the other end of his own body), and in his paw was the red, barbed shaft, completely hard and with the tip peeping from over the tiger's knuckle.
"...do you think it's serious, Doctor?" the tiger grumbled.
Hinrich stared...and almost whimpered....and cursed that he hadn't left the coat to the laboratory locker room after all...no matter if some puny undergraduate could have stolen it. Now it had sparked a wicked role-playing game in the tiger's mind, and there was probably no way out of it....except...
"It's a strange lump..." the tiger spoke, his other paw, the one not holding onto his massive dick, rubbing his chest through his neat off-white shirt, possibly to feel up his own nipples. He was purring.
"Uhhhh..." Hinrich mumbled, "what if..."
The tiger's eyes narrowed.
"You better hurry then before someone comes knocking, do you, German boy?" the tiger snapped, none of the earlier part-playful, part-dangerous, part-insane tone in his voice.
Hinrich swallowed. He'd never even really fantasized about sex at work, and now it seemed that the tiger had gotten exactly that idea and...and...he wasn't sure if he could ever enter the office again without thinking about what the tiger just might be asking him to do...an the temptation was...as strong as the musk lingering in his nose, filling up his pores, even.
"Euhm...."
"Maybe I'll just jack off into this cup then," the tiger suddenly picked up Jurassic Mug and held it precariously close to his endowment, "can't promise I could fill it all up but I could try..."
The tiger huffed when he gave himself a couple of quick strokes, his pads making a slick noise over his shaft.
Hinrich's own penis throbbed in his boxer shorts and he knew that he had lost the battle...more like, he'd only just now accepted his own capitulation, even if he had been well aware that it hadn't even been much of a fight in the first place. The tiger simply got him by his balls...and there was no stopping Warrick when he wanted a bit of red panda action.
"Come on," the tiger said, "I need to be on a meeting in 20 minutes."
Hinrich walked like a robot across the two meters separating him and the...jutting...tiger, and knelt onto the floor in front of the seated monster, the folds of the lab coat shuffling about him while he settled onto the most natural position of subservience. The musk was very strong here and almost made him snuffle....the tiger's legs spread on either side of him, and his eyes staring at his pair of furry balls...and the shaft the tiger held in his grip, while grinning down his body.
"Come on," Warrick crooned, "taste some Wienerschnitzel..."
Hinrich almost laughed...and almost commented that maybe the tiger ought to have compared his dick to some other particular dish...but he decided not to. The tiger probably would prefer him to use his muzzle for something else besides smart comments.
Hinrich swallowed again, now resigned to his fate, while the tiger purred and used his hooked fingers to push his aggressive shaft into a proper angle. The musk rising from the glistening tool made the red panda's heart race...and he was unable to resist the natural temptation...but he was glad that at least he didn't whimper. That'd been too much.
"Grab my balls."
He hadn't even managed to get a taste before the tiger gave him another command, causing his tail to jolt...but with a quick look at the sexily scowling cat, he followed the barked order and cupped the tiger's sac into his palm.
"Hmmmnice...."
He'd only about give them the most cursory squeeze when Warrick's paw landed onto the back of his neck and he knew where this was going...or where his muzzle was...so quickly that the tip of the tiger's dick collided with his lips in a rather chaste kiss before he remembered to open his muzzle.
"OFfffuuck..."
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At least the tiger had the good sense to not to shout, Hinrich thought, struggling to breathe through his nose while the tiger prompted him to swallow almost all of him. His nosepad nearly touched the especially scent-heavy furs of his groin, and the stroke of the tiger's barbs on the back of his throat was making him cough up heavy spittle around the tiger's dick. Some even leaked over his chin in a grunting cough that made him feel like gag...briefly...before the sensation eased...the tiger's paw splayed over his neck.
"Good German boy..." the tiger whispered in his nasty sex voice, and gave his ears a scratch...just when Hinrich swallowed some of the excessive saliva, creating suction that made the tiger's tail smack against a nearby filing cabinet.
"huhmph!"
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"Hmhmhhphp!"
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He must've been biting down his jaws, Hinrich thought, judging by the muffled sounds. He himself had his eyes closed...kinda getting lost in the act of tasting someone's intimate flesh, the feel of it, how it filled his muzzle, how it leaked flavored fluid onto the back of his tongue.
"Hurry up!"
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He began to bob his head back and forth, the tiger seemingly having decided that he ought to do the job if he was the cocksucker...the tiger's ass planted on the chair while the red panda serviced him, rubbing his tongue and lips about the straining shaft, gently coaxed by the tiger's paws. His fingers were kinda curled...occasionally even tugging on his neck scruff while the mobile warmth of Hinrich's muzzle pleasured him.
It was indulgent, it was rough...and Hinrich liked it. The tiger might've been dominant but he wasn't nasty. He didn't make him choke on it or fuck his muzzle or made him feel like a bitch. Maybe a bit slutty, considering what he was doing, but...it wasn't bad. It was turning him on so badly, he was quite sure he might have to do something about it once it was done. Maybe the bathrooms would be deserted enough during the lunch break that he might even contemplate...perhaps...now he had to concentrate on running his tongue along the sensitive underside of Warrick's pointed dick, and feeling how it twitched, he knew that perhaps he was doing an alright job at it, too.
"Huhmhmhpph!"
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The tiger's thighs tensed...as if he was struggling the urge to just begin thrusting...but he resisted...prevailed...letting the fantastically mobile red panda tongue tease him and milk him...
Suddenly the paw felt much heavier, almost tearing on his neck furs when he was pushed down onto the tiger's groin and with a barely silenced grunt, the tiger twitched and flooded Hinrich's muzzle with cum. He swallowed quickly, the watery spurts came fast and numerous...nothing new for the red panda, but still...heady, and enough to leave him panting quietly on the floor by the time the tiger was finished and nonchalantly putting himself back into his pants.
"That looks good on you, German boy."
Hinrich gave the tiger a tired look, feeling out of breath despite the relatively short time it had taken him to do what he did. He lifted a weary paw to feel up his muzzle, wondering if the tiger was referring to stains or something on his face. It only felt very hot, not...not sticky...unlike his hard palate.
"What?" he mumbled.
The tiger chuckled, just about ready with his pants.
"That," the tiger snickered, "now move off, I'm probably late already."
Hinrich knew that it couldn't have been more than five minutes going, but the tiger seemed to be done. He shuffled onto his paws and tugged on his hems a little, automatically, to smoothen them out now that he was back up again.
"See you on Wednesday, German boy," the tiger poked his chin with his thumb, "thanks for the checkup, doc!"
Then he stormed out of the room and left the red panda gawking at his swinging tail.
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