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The monastery gate rose up out of the swirling blizzard as Diba trudged up the snowy mountain path. It was not every day that one received a personal invitation from the monks, though the rat had to admit that it wasn't unexpected. He had been training in martial arts for years and this was merely a stepping stone to become an even greater defender of justice. The stone walls of the great building stretched high toward the heavens, much like the walls of the capital where Diba had first started his journey many, many years ago. He had grown up on the streets, born last in a family of eight sons and as such, his parents had never expected him to achieve anything, let alone such martial prowess. Eight tournaments had come and gone in the capital and Diba had been the victor of each. They hadn't been pretty fights, and Diba couldn't boast flawless victories. He had the memories of bruises and broken bones to remind him that his style was far from perfect. However, the fact that he had won every contest was a sign of his ability, and perhaps a testament to his luck. It was only natural for the monks to summon him for more structured training.

The rat approached the large, wooden gate as a chill wind kicked up snow around him. He pulled his winter clothes tighter to his body and reached up a fist, pounding on the door. After several moments, a smaller door set into the larger one opened and a bear silently beckoned him inside. The monk's appearance was strange to Diba's eyes due to his white and black fur, a combination that Diba had never before seen on those of the ursine persuasion. The bear was otherwise unremarkable, and wore only a plain-looking robe. The room in which Diba eventually found himself, however, smelled strongly of incense, and colorful paper lanterns hung from nearly every feasible place. The wood inside was painted brilliant red, contrasting the grey stone that made up the majority of the walls of the vast complex. A courtyard began several feet beyond the entryway, and a statue of a fat monk in the bear's likeness sat in the center of it under a massive willow tree.

The monk who had let him in produced a scroll while Diba was distracted by his surroundings.

"Name?" The monk asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Diba," the rat replied quickly.

"Ah yes," the bear said with a hint of a smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. "Our unlikeliest of candidates."

"Pardon?"

"No offense meant," the bear said as he wrote something on the scroll with a feather pen. "I was merely referring to your unlikely origins, nothing more."

The rat nodded, still unsure of the bear's motives.

"You should proceed to the training hall immediately. It is the large, open room down the corridor on your right."

Diba was excited to begin training so quickly, but the trek up the mountain had certainly been an exhausting one. He wasn't sure if he would be able to perform at his peak under such stress. No matter how deep his breaths, he couldn't seem to completely fill his lungs as he made his way toward the training hall, which he assumed was a side effect of the monastery's altitude. It was strange that the air within the building was much warmer than the snowy expanse outside even though there were no solid walls between him and the open air courtyard. As he approached the doors of the training hall, he could hear the sounds of combat and his heart began to beat faster in his chest.

Diba was greeted by the sight of a room full of bearish monks of varying size and gender, their attention focused on six other students standing in a circle in the center of the room. Toward the back of the room, Diba could see a very old, male monk seated on a dais, watching the circle with intense interest. The rat assumed that he must have been the grandmaster of the monastery, given his age and position of apparent importance. In the middle of the circle of students, a seventh student was trying to spar with a bear who was dressed in more practical combat attire than the robes worn by most of the other monks in the room. 'Trying' was the operative word, as the tiger could not seem to land a single punch or kick on his surprisingly swift bear opponent. The tiger's attire was familiar to Diba, as it sported a crest of one of the noble houses in the capital city government. The other students were of varying species, and three others were also sporting noble crests on their clothing. It seemed as though the majority of the nobility were represented between the athletic tiger, a muscular horse, a mountainous bull, a lithe snake, and a portly boar. The other two students were a dog of average build and a dextrous monkey. Diba the rat made eight in total. That was lucky.

The bear in the ring easily ducked under one of the tiger's flashy high kicks and grabbed his supporting leg, wrenching the tiger off of his feet to the left and bringing his other elbow down in the center of the cat's chest as he fell. The younger tiger hit the floor hard on his back and coughed violently as the air left his lungs.

"Very good showmanship," the bear said. "You have potential, my boy!"

The tiger nodded as he shakily stood and bowed, still catching his lost breath. "Thank you... Master... Tsujin..." he said in between gasps as he returned to the ring of students. A few of the others patted him on the back, perhaps to comfort him.

The bear in the ring noticed Diba standing in the doorway and beckoned him into the room. "Come in! Come in! You may give your belongings to Huogang over there. He will make sure they are not mixed up with the other students' items."

Diba approached the bear in question and stripped out of his winter gear. Underneath he wore a simple, brown sleeveless shirt and loose-legged pants over his athletic build. It was his typical sparring clothing, and the rat was thankful that he had decided to wear it under his warmer clothes. When he was ready, he approached the ring of students. The bull and the monkey stepped aside to let him stand with them in the circle, and Diba was suddenly struck by how handsome they both were. He pushed those thoughts from his head when Tsujin started to speak.

"Welcome to Xiongmao Monastery," he said. "We monks are all xiongmao, but you may call us 'pandas.' I am Tsujin, Master of Combat. Please give us your name and show your respect to Grandmaster Zhang."

The rat bowed deeply to the older panda seated on the dais, and received a polite nod in return. "My name is Diba and I am very honored to have been invited here."

Tsujin's eyes sparkled slightly when Diba mentioned his name. "Tell me, Diba, do you think yourself fortunate to be invited here?"

"Yes, sir," The rat replied.

"Then step into the ring and we will test your luck." Tsujin shifted his weight as he clasped both of his hands behind him and Diba realized that he must have been the last of the candidates to arrive.

The rat stepped inside the circle and felt all eyes in the room on him. It wasn't a new feeling. Having been a tournament participant, he was used to performing in front of an audience, and the rational part of his mind told him that this was merely a test to gauge his potential. However, it felt more serious than that, as if there was something more at stake than a mere title or recognition from his fellow students.

"Do not hold back and show me your best," Tsujin said with that same twinkle in his emerald green eyes. "Also, try not to strike your fellows by mistake."

A few of the students shifted nervously on their feet at his comment. Diba nodded as he took two very deep breaths, studying Tsujin's appearance and stance. The panda was wearing bright red clothing with an intricate, gold floral pattern around the edges. It hung loose around his broad frame, typical of attire worn for martial study, with an ornate cord belt tied about his wide waist. He stood casually with his hands behind him and feet flat on the floor, rather obviously leaving himself open for attack. Tsujin's face sported a kind smile and Diba noticed a vertical scar on the left side of his upper lip. Gods, he was attractive. The rat shoved that thought aside- he needed to focus, damnit! The bear tilted his head in patient understanding as Diba exhaled his second deep breath. The rat had been trying to fill his lungs with as much oxygen as possible before exerting himself; he knew that if he had just jumped in, fists swinging, the thin air at this altitude would have rendered him exhausted after only a few punches.

Out of the corner of his eye, Diba noticed Grandmaster Zhang lean forward in his seat. He hoped that was a good sign. The rat inhaled deeply once more as he readied his fists. His first punch was a test. As quick as the strike was, Tsujin was still able to step aside effortlessly to avoid it. Diba followed with a faster punch from his other hand, lunging forward like lightning toward the agile bear to close the distance between them and give Tsujin less space to dodge.

But the Master of Combat didn't dodge at all this time. Instead, one of his hands shot out from behind him, sliding over Diba's arm and gripping his bicep tightly to stop the punch before it connected with the bear's broad, muscular chest. The panda's firm, but tender touch made Diba's neckfur stand on end as the rat felt the cloth of Tsujin's shirt brush against his knuckles. He heard an audible gasp of what he presumed was shock from the students around them. Diba grabbed the panda's larger hand, his fingertips aiming for the pressure points on the wrist to get him to loosen his grip, and Tsujin responded by doing the same. They struggled against each other for only a few seconds before the rat noticed movement below. He jumped in place to avoid Tsujin's deft kick, and brought his left foot back down on top of the panda's. The rat hadn't put enough force behind his foot however and Tsujin didn't even flinch from the stomping strike, easily shaking Diba's foot off of his own.

"Interesting technique," Tsujin muttered.

Diba ignored him, shifted his weight onto his right foot and, before the bear could make his next move, backflipped. Tsujin was forced to release the rat's arms to avoid being kicked in the chin. He ducked to the side and waited for Diba to land. When the rat looked up, he saw a black-furred fist flying swiftly towards his head. Diba dropped to one knee and felt the air from Tsujin's punch rush over his shoulder, then smoothly pushed himself back upright while jabbing his fingers deep into the armpit of his opponent's red shirt. He felt the tip of his fingers dig into the older bear's muscle, just before Tsujin's left foot collided with the side of his head.

Ringing filled the rat's ears as he staggered to one side, while Tsujin rolled his shoulder to shake off the pain from Diba's jab. The master was fast despite his pudgy belly, and Diba couldn't believe his jab had actually connected! He had to keep Tsujin under pressure! Ignoring the disorienting noise, the rat leaped toward the bear once again, but Tsujin was ready for him, easily pushing aside each attempted punch without giving up any ground to his younger attacker. The bear grabbed his arm once again and stepped to the right, out of the way of another punch, bringing Diba's arm with him until he had wrenched it around behind the rat's back. Diba reached back with his free hand, trying to dislodge Tsujin's iron grip, but the bear kicked the back of his knees and he soon found himself belly down on the floor with Tsujin's weight holding him there. Diba's heart thudded in his chest for entirely different reasons than he expected, and butterflies filled his stomach from the sudden mental image of the master's naked body pressed against his back in a similar way.

"That is enough," Tsujin said as he released the rat from his grip and stood. Diba shakily pushed himself to his feet, and the two combatants exchanged bows. "I must congratulate you, Diba. You are the only student here to cause me any amount of discomfort."

"Thank you, Master Tsujin," the rat replied; still slightly flustered from the lewd pictures his mind had conjured as he returned to his spot in the circle and the room filled with excited whispers.

The bull grinned down at at him, while the monkey gave him a congratulatory handshake and a clap on the back. At least his fellow students seemed friendly.

"Instructors!" Grandmaster Zhang's booming voice silenced the murmuring monks. "Please choose your student. As Master of Combat, Tsujin will choose first."

The large bear in red grinned as he left the ring and stood in a line with the other seven instructors. They were all in blue martial arts outfits and of varying ages and gender, similar to the students.

"I choose Diba, of course," he said.

The rat couldn't stop the rush of excited and embarrassed heat from filling his ears.

***

A celebratory feast greeted the students as their new teachers led them into the main dining hall. Diba, his appetite only made greater from his long hike up the mountain, piled his plate high with food and then took the opportunity to speak with a few of his fellow students.

"Good show in the ring, friend," said the tiger from earlier, now sitting next to him as they enjoyed the decadent meal.

"Thank you," Diba replied. "From what I saw of your bout, you have impeccable technique."

The tiger chuckled dryly and shook his head, "If that were true, I should have been able to strike Master Tsujin at least once."

Diba popped a steamed dumpling into his mouth and spoke around it. "Don't tell yourself a defeating lie. If I were your teacher, I would have been proud to see your form today."

The tiger glanced across the table for a moment, to where the snake was preoccupied with her own meal. Diba noticed a brief smile flicker across his features before he spoke again. "I am grateful for your words of encouragement, Diba. In truth, I am not certain why I was sent here at all. Most of my siblings showed more promise than I."

"Is it not odd for one of noble birth to be so humble?" Diba asked.

The tiger shrugged. "Perhaps. My name is Bai, by the way."

"Good to meet you, Bai."

The tiger went back to feasting, his face now quietly thoughtful. Diba assumed that Bai's recent defeat had been a reality check for him, but hopefully it wouldn't discourage him from learning while he was at the monastery. Diba wolfed down a few more mouthfuls of food before he noticed the large bull glancing at him. When their eyes met, the bovine gave him a knowing grin before going back to his own plate. Once everyone had eaten their fill and the monks and students were milling about, sharing drinks and conversation, Diba tapped the bovine on the shoulder.

"Hello, it seems you have me at a disadvantage," he said.

The bull bowed slightly in greeting. "My name is Feng. We have never met, but I was very impressed with your tournament streak."

Diba raised an eyebrow. "I thought the nobility had their own tournaments."

"We do, but they are stuffy and far less exciting," Feng said and began to blush slightly as he continued: "You might say that I am a bit of a fan of yours."

The rat laughed. "I'm honored that you think so highly of me, but I wouldn't be here if I didn't have much more to learn."

"Still... winning eight tournaments in a row is unprecedented. I thought of entering one or two of those contests myself, you know."

"Was your family supportive? I know that the nobility doesn't view civilian tournaments very highly."

Feng nodded and grimaced. "My father threatened to lock me in my room if I didn't agree to stay at home. They think 'peasant tournaments' are too unruly and violent. They don't see the skills I could have learned that the formal noble training was not giving me!"

"And yet, you're still here despite not learning those skills," Diba countered. "I can honestly say I would have prefered to learn to fight in an environment where a mistake didn't result in a broken bone or gashed flesh."

Feng's expression turned thoughtful for a moment before he replied, "True I suppose, but it seems you can ignore pain more easily than most. That is a skill you would not have learned otherwise. I would love to learn that ability in my time here."

Diba shrugged as he noticed the room beginning to clear, the monks and other students gradually filing off to the sleeping quarters. "Be careful what you wish for, Feng. I'm sure these monks won't go easy on us."

"We most certainly will not," Tsujin said from behind them, causing both students to jump a bit in surprise. "Feng, Instructor Shen was looking for you. He wanted you to meet him back in the training hall as soon as possible."

"Right away, Master Tsujin, thank you," The bull said as he gave Diba a wary look. The rat shrugged at him in pity.

"As for you..." Tsujin said, smiling at Diba. "Follow me."

The panda pulled Diba out of the room and into the hall, throwing an arm around the rat's shoulder. He held an unmarked bottle in one of his hands, and Diba caught the occasional whiff of alcohol- it looked as though Tsujin was already feeling the effects.

"No need to rush off to bed just yet, my new pupil," he said. "Why not join me and allow the celebration to last a while longer?"

"Join you where?" Diba asked and quickly added "master" when Tsujin gave him a good-natured glare.

Tsujin began guiding him down the hallway in the opposite direction that everyone else seemed to be going.

"It's a quiet place. Great for relaxation and soothing sore muscles. You'll love it, I promise," the bear said with a wide grin.

Diba didn't have a reason to doubt his new teacher, so he allowed himself to be led through the monastery. After a long series of meandering hallways, the two eventually reached a set of red-painted, wooden, double doors, each of them carved with a bas-relief of flowing water. Tsujin pushed one of them open and frigid air rushed in from outside. Diba shivered and clutched his thin shirt closer to him, though it helped little against the biting wind. Tsujin, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the cold and beckoned to his young charge as he stepped through the door. The rat reluctantly followed and soon found himself standing in four inches of snow, surrounding a rocky pool of steaming water. A bamboo rack stood near the door, holding several soft-looking towels, and colorful paper lanterns hung on a wire above the water, casting a dim light over the pool. Diba was suddenly struck by how romantic the scene appeared. The panda carefully set down the bottle he had been carrying on the rocks and began eagerly pulling his clothes off.

Diba stared, awestruck, as the Master of Combat revealed his impressive, white-furred chest and round belly. His libido kicked into high gear and it was everything he could do to not stiffen up immediately at the lewd pictures his mind conjured.

"You will join me for a soak, won't you, Diba?" Tsujin asked as he untied the cord belt around his waist.

The rat sheepishly nodded and turned away to take his own clothes off. He folded them neatly and placed them on a rock after brushing away most of the powdery snow.

"Aah!" Tsujin sighed behind him as the older bear sloshed into the warm water. Diba was trying to maintain his composure against the cold air and frantic butterflies in his stomach. So far he had remained soft, but he didn't know how long he could keep it down; it would be better to hide it in the water quickly. A tap on his shin caused him to almost jump out of his skin.

"Relax, Diba!" Tsujin said, laughing. "Everyone else has probably already gone to bed. Would you kindly hand me that bottle, please?"

The rat bent at the hip to pick up the bottle, and imagined he could feel his instructor staring at his ass as he did so, the older bear licking his lips lewdly. Diba quickly stood bolt upright, his tail practically tucking between his legs as he turned to hand the bear the alcohol.

"There's no need to be ashamed, my boy," Tsujin said after taking a swig from the bottle. "If you're truly worried about others seeing you nude, then you had better join me in here where it's warm. The cold must be nearly unbearable by now."

Diba shivered again as if in response, and self-consciously covered his crotch with his hands as he stepped into the pleasantly hot water. Tsujin offered him the bottle and the rat took a careful sip. The liquor burned as it slid down his throat and Diba coughed as he passed the drink back.

"What is that!?" The rat asked in between sputtering gasps.

"I apologize. I should have warned you that it was strong," Tsujin said. "It's a drink of my own making. I find that brewing alcohol is a good exercise in concentration and patience."

"It didn't taste bad, I was just surprised," Diba replied. "I could probably get used to it."

"Well then by all means, have some more! This is a celebration after all."

Diba nodded and took the offered bottle, bracing himself for the swig that followed. When he was ready for it, the sensation of the trail of fire down his throat was actually sort of pleasant. The two sat in the water for a long while, and Diba gradually lost track of time as they silently passed the bottle back and forth. The sky had gone from dusk to dark and the lanterns were beginning to sputter out one by one.

"Congratulations, by the way," Tsujin said suddenly after he polished off the drink and tossed the bottle into the snow on the shore.

"Thank you, master," the rat replied. "But for what specifically?"

"For being the student who most impressed me. You improvise rather well."

Diba smiled with pride.

Tsujin took notice of that and continued, "Don't become complacent."

"Well I did hit you," Diba said with a cocky tone, words slurred slightly from the alcohol.

Tsujin's speech was less sloppy than the rat's, but definitely lacked the refinement it had earlier. "And the kick I gave you in return would have knocked you out if I hadn't been holding back. A trade like that is a failure if your opponent could beat you with a single, well placed attack."

The rat shrugged and let himself sink up to the neck in the water, closing his eyes as the pleasant heat drifted through him. A thick toe rubbing his leg made his eyes snap back open. Tsujin was leaning back against the rocks and looking up at the sky. Was it an accident? Only the bear's head, chest, shoulders, and thick biceps were above the water and Diba took the time to admire his teacher's powerful physique. It was the kind of power he had wished for as a younger ratling, and while he had significantly more expertise now, his desire to learn only made his physical attraction to Tsujin stronger. His willpower faltered under assault from the liquor, from his master's toe brushing against him under the water, and from the sensual thoughts creeping into his mind once again. Diba's flaccid shaft stiffened quickly and stayed hard. He was powerless to stop it at this point. It was Tsujin's fault for being so damned handsome and kind! All Diba could think about was the larger panda erect in front of him and guiding his head to kiss that chest and belly; pushing him down to wrap his lips around Tsujin's throbbing-

"A coin for your thoughts?" Tsujin suddenly said.

Diba abruptly came out of his fantasy to notice that his master was gazing back at him as he stared.

"I... uh-um..." the rat floundered. He couldn't think of an appropriate excuse when all his mind conjured were more lewd thoughts of the stunning bear before him. While he tried to think of an answer, those toes slid over his calf and rubbed against the underside of his thigh.

"Master...?" Diba said, confused.

"Did you think I had not noticed?" Tsujin asked. "When you have lived your whole life with similar desires, you begin to recognize certain, longing gazes. My training helps as well, you know."

"I- It does?"

"When I pinned you earlier, I could feel your pulse quicken. It has a distinct rhythm when arousal is the cause." The bear grinned knowingly at his student's embarrassment.

Diba didn't know what to say. However, he made no motion to stop Tsujin's gentle toes from rubbing closer and closer to his now throbbing shaft.

"If it calms your nerves further, know that I feel the same way about you, my boy," the older bear said softly.

"M-Master Tsujin, this is... highly inappropriate!"

The panda laughed as he let his toes curl around the tip of Diba's erection, pulling a sensual gasp from the rat's throat at the tender touch.

"There is no shame in being what we are, Diba." Tsujin's toes squeezed the rat gently, the sole of his other foot sliding up into his lap to join the first in teasing his young charge.

Diba shuddered as both of the panda's dextrous feet rubbed and teased his pulsing length. He desperately wanted to reach over and touch his master, but he dreaded the consequences should anyone see. The rat briefly considered leaving the pool, but the thought of the frigid air outside of the water and the intensely pleasurable sensations were enough to keep him seated.

"W-what about the other students or the monks? What if they find out about... our preferences?"

Tsujin grinned. "What makes you think they are all different from you and I? If it will assuage your fears, know that tomorrow, you will each be taking an oath of secrecy. Anything you experience and learn while within these walls is not to be shared with the outside world. Techniques can be shown and performed for others, but not taught to them."

That at least was a relief, however Diba couldn't help but wonder which of the other students shared his desire for men. Maybe he would be able to learn while they were trained here- "Ah!"

A rough tug on his length returned his attention to the present and Diba's fear of being discovered evaporated along with the rising steam in the face of his lust and alcohol-filled mind. He wanted to feel, to taste his new teacher. The rat stood up in the water, Tsujin's toes still clinging to his meat and holding the tip under the surface as Diba boldly reached into the panda's lap and gripped the bear's own thick shaft. It felt decidedly bigger than his own, and the fat, black tip broke the surface of the water even though Tsujin was still seated.

"Very nice, Master..." Diba said cheekily.

Tsujin grinned and put a hand on the rat's shoulder, pulling him down onto his beefy chest. Their lips locked together, tongues writhing back and forth in a blissful, drooling tug of war. Diba rolled his oral muscle along Tsujin's thick tongue and his cock throbbed when the older panda shoved the majority of it into his mouth. The rat sucked instinctively, pressing his muscular body more tightly against the large bear. Tsujin huffed and groaned into the kiss as his younger pupil suckled on his tongue. The bear wriggled it around in the rat's maw, rubbing it against the roof of Diba's eager mouth. Diba kneaded Tsujin's thicker shoulders as the kiss continued, slightly grinding his hips and pulsing erection against his master's belly. In his wildest dreams, he could not have imagined that his teacher at the monastery shared his taste for men, but Tsujin was everything he could have hoped for in a mentor. The rat truly was blessed by fortune.

The panda slowly pulled his tongue from Diba's panting muzzle, his own breath coming in ragged gasps from the intensity of the kiss. He grinned at his student and hugged the rat to his burly torso while rubbing a few firm fingers down Diba's back. Tsujin growled softly in the rat's ear and pushed on Diba's shoulders, sliding him downward, back into the water as he pulled himself upward to stand. The panda's pride jutted out lewdly from his crotch, incredibly thick and jumping with each pounding beat of Tsujin's heart.

Diba needed no instruction- he gripped the base of the throbbing monster before him and wrapped his lips around the dripping tip. Tsujin's precum tasted like sweet nectar to the rat and he rubbed his tongue along the underside of the shaft as his mouth took it as deep as he could. The length of Tsujin's meat wasn't a problem; he had orally pleasured his fair share of other males before after all; but Diba's cheeks ached with the intense stretch that was forced upon them by the panda's impressive girth. Tsujin's heavy hand gripped the back of Diba's head as the bear groaned at the feeling of his student slurping along his length. Diba gulped as the thick head reached the back of his throat and tried to swallow it, pushing his nose as deep as possible into Tsujin's intoxicating, musky pubic fur. Tsujin's scent was masculine and nearly overpowering when Diba's nostrils were so close to the source. It made his head swim with need and the panda above gasped and dug his fingers into Diba's head as a jet of pre shot down his student's throat, directly into his eager stomach.

Despite his great desire to keep his lips locked around the base of Tsujin's twitching erection, Diba's aching lungs forced him to pull back until only the tip of his master's meat dripped onto his tongue. Tsujin panted down at the rat as he affectionately rubbed his head, but a look of concern crept over his face when Diba abruptly stood and pulled himself onto a large, snowy rock.

"Where are you-?" Tsujin started to ask, but realization quickly came upon him when Diba got onto his back with his head hanging over the side, above the water and at a perfect height.

The rat opened his mouth as wide as he could and gripped his own throbbing shaft. The freezing cold of the air and snow didn't even matter to him anymore. His only concern was getting a belly full of rich panda semen directly from his master's heavy balls.

Tsujin wasted no time in sliding his penis back into the rat's warm mouth. Those soft lips stretched around him and he pushed forward until his belly rested on his pupil's chest and his full sack covered Diba's nose. The panda lifted his right leg out of the water and planted his foot next to the rat's head for better leverage as he leaned over and huffed against Diba's twitching length, before taking it into his own muzzle.

The bear had a shorter muzzle, and the rat's erection quickly reached the back of Tsujin's throat, making Diba bend his knees up in pleasure. Tsujin pulled his hips back halfway, enough to let his apprentice breathe, and then thrust back inside firmly, groaning at the feeling of such velvety warmth around him. Diba's tongue writhed against the bear's shaft as the delicious-smelling balls bumped into his nose with every thrust. He moaned around his master's cock as Tsujin's own muzzle engulfed his erection.

Through the thrusting, the older panda huffed and grunted around Diba's length, gripping his apprentice's butt with both meaty hands. A thick finger dipped into the crack of the rat's ass beneath his tail and pressed against his hole. Diba whimpered between panting breaths and thrusting bear cock as his tight hole was slowly speared by the panda's finger. He had never taken anything anally and he was afraid he would split in two if Tsujin tried shoving that monster erection inside of him. His master wriggled his single digit around in him and slowly slid his mouth off of the rat's twitching shaft.

"Hm... looks like... I've found... something else... that needs training," Tsujin said, heavy breaths clouding in the frigid air.

Diba could only gurgle and writhe in response under the panda's thrusting weight. Tsujin couldn't stop his nuts from pulling up towards his groin as his climax drew nearer, and he redoubled his oral efforts on Diba's meat as his finger began to slowly thrust back and forth against the younger rat's prostate. Not to be outdone, Diba's competitive spirit took hold even as Tsujin's heavy sack smothered his nostrils with their heady scent and he reached around his master's large thighs to knead and spread the panda's cheeks with one hand while the other rubbed two fingers against Tsujin's anal ring.

That got a low moan from the panda and the rat slipped the digits inside surprisingly easily. He copied Tsujin's finger movements and bucked his hips upward into the bear's throat as he felt that familiar tingle in his groin. Oh gods, he was going to shoot! But he didn't want to- not before Tsujin did anyway. Thankfully, Diba didn't have to wait long, as his master's thrusting became more urgent when the rat's fingers firmly dug into his prostate. Tsujin moaned loudly around his pupil's cock as he forced his entire dick deep into Diba's throat and erupted long, thick, ropes of heavy, potent semen into his gullet.

The feel of his master's nuts twitching against his nose and the virile panda cum shooting directly into him sent Diba over the edge, and he lifted his hips frantically as he came just as hard into the panda's throat. Tsujin pulled back enough to get a few creamy spurts across his tongue and let Diba taste his essence in return. Both of them panted heavily as they came down from the high of climax. Diba started to shiver and Tsujin stepped out of the water to lift his new pupil into his arms and bring him back down into the warmth. Diba pressed himself to Tsujin's broad chest as they shared another intimate, sensual kiss, cum-scented lips and tongues rolling over one another as they basked in the intense afterglow. Diba hoped all of Tsujin's training sessions were as pleasurable as this, but he knew deep down that it wouldn't be true.

They both climbed out of the water, albeit reluctantly, and dried off with the fluffy towels before gathering their clothes and heading back through the doors of the monastery to dress. Tsujin took Diba's hand in his as they slowly made their way to the sleeping quarters and the rat couldn't resist hugging his new master tightly before he retired to his room.

The room was a single bedroom and Diba found that his belongings had already been delivered. He checked through them quickly to make sure everything was intact before he stripped out of his clothes again and tiredly slid into bed. As he lay in the darkness, he could still taste the hint of his master's cum on his tongue and his shaft hardened again, aching somewhat from recently being spent, and Diba smiled to himself as he remembered what Tsujin had said about his asshole.

"That's some training I'm definitely looking forward to..." he muttered to himself.

As he rolled onto his side and made himself comfortable, his mind filled with thoughts of Tsujin's thick cock spreading his rump wide and forcing its way into him. His dick continued to throb against his stomach, and he finally drifted off to sleep.