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[b][u][center]Alien Christmas Traditions[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Guy_Threepwood[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Cursed ice crystals!”

The shout echoed through the house loud enough to wake Chris up, and he groaned as he rolled onto his side. The human knew what the sound was about, and he was pretty sure that the morning was going to start off as uncomfortable as the last few had been. He continued rolling to the edge of his bed, dragged his feet into a pair of slippers, and stood up to start making his way downstairs.

With a robe grabbed from the edge of his door as his only real clothing, he walked down the hall and down the stairs, just in time to see a mostly-naked, furry guest staring out the window and shaking his head in disapproval. Chris pulled the robe tighter around himself, leaning forward off of the bannister.

“Getting annoyed at the snow again?”

“Blasted ice standing in the way of me and my travels. I assumed we would be having a clear ‘Christmas,’ as you call it.”

The furry man, named Ash, turned around and faced him. Chris was still getting used to the feeling of having something so inhuman in the house. With face and fur patterns like an earth red panda, the creature still managed to stand on two legs, had a tail, and - from previous experience - had body strength more than twice his own. He couldn’t remember just what Ash’s species were called, but he knew that the small guest - barely his height - was strong enough to put him in his place if he started being too sarcastic.

It was part of the agreement, though. Aliens had come visiting, and he was one of many different host families. He shrugged, walking down the stairway towards the ground floor, and the near-naked Ash - wearing little more than a borrowed pair of briefs - grumbled and stepped away from the window.

“And I insist that you get rid of the dead tree.”

“You mean the Christmas tree.”

“Yes! It’s taking up room, and...shedding.”

The red panda shivered at that, and despite himself, Chris chuckled. It was...rather funny to see someone so indignant about something so minor.

“You want me to chuck out the tree that symbolizes the holiday, just because it’s losing a few leaves?”

“YES! It’s hardly something that’s suitable for keeping in the house. What do you even do this for?”

“It’s the season.”

“The season of stupidity, apparently.”

Ash shook his head, stomping out of the room, and Chris shook his head, knowing better than to follow immediately. From the sounds of it, the red panda was rooting through the kitchen for something to eat or drink. He’d leave him to that for a little while, and instead turned towards the window, looking outside.

[i]Well, he’s got a good reason to be annoyed about that, at least,[/i] he thought as he watched the snow falling outside the window. [i]Last night, they said it wasn’t stopping for a couple of days, at least.[/i]

And that meant that it would take another week or so to thaw out enough to travel properly. High tech race or not, Ash was stuck with earth technology for the duration of his stay here, and it was not the first time that such a limitation had stuck in the alien’s craw. It was, however, one of the worst.

Chris watched the falling snow for a moment or two, and then turned away. He’d better see how Ash was doing before things got any -

CRASH!

His slow turn transformed into a running leap in less than a second. He darted into the kitchen, whipped his head around -

“Blasted glass!”

And saw that the red panda was standing in the middle of a puddle, with eggnog pooling around his paws and more than few glass shards on the ground around him. The source of it, the half-broken glass in his hand, was obvious. The red panda growled, lifting his hand up as if he was about to throw the glass against the wall, and Chris tapped the wall a few times.

“Ash, do you mind?”

“I do mind! I mind very much!”

“It’s still something that belongs to me. Please, can you put it down? Or at least in the trash?”

“...You humans…”

The red panda snorted, shoving the glass on the floor aside with his paws. Despite knowing that they were stronger than human skin, Chris winced slightly in anticipation of blood or pain. Neither happened as the red panda walked across the kitchen, leaving eggnog pawprints in the process, and slammed the glass down in the garbage.

“There, happy?”

“Happier.”

Cautiously, he walked across the room and sat at the kitchen table. He’d need to sweep the floor later, just to make sure that he didn’t leave any shards for when he was walking around, but for the moment, it was safe enough. He looked up at Ash, cocking his head to the side.

“What’s got you so riled up?”

“I told you, I want out!”

“Why?”

“I do not need a reason. I am Us'maashan, rich and powerful, and there is no reason to question me.”

“You know that isn’t an answer.”

“Oh, shut up.”

The red panda collapsed by the table, flopping into one of the chairs and putting his feet up as he usually did. Of course, normally, that was during one of their conversations about the planet, or something where Ash was telling him about the alien’s home planet, or something else a little happier than this rant.

Despite the current harsh atmosphere between them, the human didn’t quite lose his smile. It was something that had stuck on his face ever since Ash had moved in, and despite the way that things were going, he knew that there was a reason for the alien’s behavior. Even though the haughtiness was familiar, the antagonistic tone under it was very new, and he didn’t know what to make of it. He leaned back in his chair, being quiet and letting Ash get calmed down for a little while.

The silence stretched on, and he took the time to take a few admiring glances of those large panda paws. The red panda had big feet, big enough to be able to cover his face if he wasn’t careful. That had happened the one time that he’d riled up the other guy to the point where Ash decided to fight him, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that the kick had nearly broken his nose, having that massive foot on his face would have been a fun time.

Staring at it now, he could see the little red pads under each toe, and the spread of a bigger one along the ball of the foot. It was a rather pleasant look, all told, and he had to admit that he wouldn’t have minded being under it for a longer time. The five toes and flat foot meant that it was closer to a human sole than some of the species that had come from outer space, but it was still different enough to arouse his curiosity and his attention.

He shook his head before he could go too deep, and leaned across the table a bit, his chin resting on his fists.

“Alright, Ash. Really, what’s going on? It’s Christmas. Don’t you want to learn about one of the most festive holidays on the planet?”

“I want to have my own things, thank you very much.”

“Well, that’s something.”

Ash curled his toes in annoyance.

“It’s everything! Do you know how much I’ve been missing my family, my friends, my servants? Everything that was part of my life is at home, and I’ve had to make do with this dump!”

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Can you make asina noodles with stardust sauce?”

“...No.”

“Have you developed projectors that can create modern marvels in miniature with a flick of a wrist?”

“...no.”

“Then it is that bad.”

The red panda flopped his head back with a dramatic sigh, staring up at the ceiling and shaking his head. The human shook his head as well, but he didn’t say anything in response.

[i]Hmmm, homesick. I should have guessed.[/i] Then again, it wasn’t that surprising, and he was honestly more surprised that it hadn’t come on sooner. The newness of earth wouldn’t be that great to an alien that was used to all the different tech that Ash was, and it would wear off quickly. The fact that they had been together since the end of summer without a fit like this was...well, remarkable.

He leaned back a bit further in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought to himself. He was duty bound to start making things better for Ash, to keep him happy as part of the species exchange program.

More than that, he wanted to. He had enjoyed having an alien in his house, and not just for the novelty of simply having an alien in his house. There was something about Ash, something about the domineering personality he had and the way that he looked, the way that he carried himself, that had the human constantly in awe of him.

It was...almost like a crush, he supposed. And that crush made him want to make things better.

“What else happens for you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What else happens during this time of year for you? I don’t think you just miss the food and the tech right now.”

“...That’s true, I don’t.”

“Then what else is involved, for you?”

The red panda arched an eyebrow, and Chris chuckled.

“Look, I just want to help. Maybe I can.”

“...I doubt it, considering your human dignity.”

“Try me.”

Chuckling slightly, the red panda shifted position slightly, pulling his feet around so that they rested one over the other and the toes of the bottom one scratched lightly at the sole of the one above.

“Well, perhaps. The other thing I miss are my servants. They were devoted and eager to please me, whatever it was that I asked of them. The novelty of doing things myself has been...interesting, but I cannot deny that I miss the capabilities of my servants. They were...incredible.”

“Well then.”

Chuckling, the human stood up and walked around the table. He laid his hands on Ash’s shoulders, gently massaging the red panda without hesitation. Though his houseguest groaned in pleasure, he also leaned his head back, one eyebrow lifted quizzically.

“What are you thinking, human?”

“That I will be your servant.”

“You? Ha!”

“Heh, you think I can’t do it?”

“I think that you will balk at the first task. You are not suited for being a servant for my species.”

“Really?”

Chris smirked, leaning forward until he had almost turned his head upside down, leaning over the red panda. He cocked his head to the side.

“You think I can’t do what you tell me?”

“I think you’ll regret it in less than a minute.”

“I’m stronger than you think. Do your worst.”

“Ha! You mean to go through with this?”

“Consider it my Christmas gift to you.”

“Heh. You will regret this, human. Stand!”

The barked command was followed happily, and he stood up behind his guest. Already, his mind was racing. Hopefully, this would be a good way to get on Ash’s good side, and bring him out of the funk that he had been in for far too long. If not, well, at least he would learn something new about the species, and at the very worst -

“Sit down. Massage my feet.”

“...Okay, sure. Why not?”

“Ah! And call me properly by my title. Master Ash.”

“Heh, alright, ‘Master Ash.’”

He chuckled, even though there was a slight blush to his cheeks as he walked around the table again, taking his previous seat. Reaching out slowly, he grabbed the top-most paw and pulled it around, giving himself a good view of the underside. The toes were still a bit stained in eggnog, but the rest of the sole was in good shape, and rather warm to the touch. He stroked his fingers along the pads that were just under the toes, and was surprised to feel the heat coming off of them so strongly.

Getting into it, Chris leaned forward a bit further, getting a good grip around the ankles of the red panda, and slowly started working his thumbs into the heel. The tissue was hard under the fur, knotted with muscle tension, but as he started pressing firmly, hard, he managed to start getting it to give. Almost instantly, the red panda groaned in pleasure, and he was half-sure that there was a more sexual sound to that moan.

“Heh, no hesitation, human? I think that you are trying to prove a point to me, as well.”

“Well, perhaps. And if I am?”

“Then we’ll see how far you’ll go to prove that point.”

The red panda pushed his foot firmly into the massage. As Ash’s head rolled back, his lips curling slightly in distinct pleasure, Chris could feel the knots and tightness in the red panda’s foot slowly coming undone. As he worked his circling thumbs further up the bottom of the foot, reaching the arch soon and starting to rub outwards, he could feel his guest going from all wound up to surprisingly relaxed in short order.

It wasn’t a complete transformation, of course. Every so often, when he looked up past the black-furred toes, he could see Ash looking back at him through slitted eyes, always looking for some sort of annoyance or something else that he could be called out on. It was rather funny, in a way, and he appreciated the challenge.

Of course, it was a challenge in a different way, too. It was a little humiliating to be ordered to rub his guest’s feet, but there was something else, too. Something that...pushed at him.

He’d always had a kink for feet, and it was why he had noticed the red panda’s when they had first become guests. It was something that he liked seeing all the time, as Ash never bothered to wear footwear in the slightest - and had mocked the stockings as ‘footwear decorations’, another thing that he didn’t understand - and it left him with many good view of those paws. He’d probably jerked himself to sleep about a dozen times in the last two weeks to the mental images of those paws.

And now, they were in his hands, and it was giving him a bit of a reaction downstairs.

He blushed as he pulled his robes a bit tighter over his rising erection, trying to focus more on the massage than the rising fantasies in his head. It was more of a challenge than he expected.

Soon, though, the alien opened his eyes again, smiling.

“So, you are a good massager.”

“I try. I took a few lessons.”

“Well, let’s see how you can do with your tongue.”

“...What?”

“I told you that I ordered my servants to do many things.”

[i]Licking those feet…[/i] He stared down at the furred paws, and blushed as he realized what he was being asked to do. They were long, a bit broader than his own, but not by much. He wondered, in a way, what it would be like to taste the bottoms of those feet.

Then he blushed further, groaning.

“If that is your wish.”

“It is, human. Show me what you can do.”

Ash actually sat up, pulling himself onto the table and sitting in the middle before offering his paws to the human. Chris stared at them, looking at the almost-reflective red pads along the toes, ball of the foot, and a little dot of it on the heel. He could see the kitchen light almost reflecting off of them, and it made them stand out all the more.

And as he had been commanded to, Chris leaned in and started licking. He dragged his tongue from the heel towards the toes, and groaned under his breath as he felt the fur drag along his tongue. It left behind a faint taste of sweat, not much, but a little bit, as if the red panda hadn’t had the chance to shower yet that morning. The taste of eggnog mixed in with the rest as he reached the toes, and he groaned.

As he worked his way down and started up again, it didn’t take long to see that Ash was enjoying this as more than a massage. Chris blushed slightly as he worked his tongue towards the toes again, slipping it between some of the digits, and he saw - finally saw - Ash’s erection through the panda’s pants. The briefs stretched forward in the front a little ways, enough for him to see the obvious excitement, and he blushed.

Ash, however, didn’t let him stop. He felt his head get pinned by the foot he wasn’t licking, and felt himself get pushed further into place, pressure on his head keeping him from moving in the slightest.

“Heh, looks like you had a little secret from me, human.”

“Maybe a little…”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to treat you like a servant. And that means you’ll get a lot of chances to work these over…”

#

[i]That night…[/i]

“You explained something called...mistletoe, human?”

Chris blinked from his book, looking up from where he sat in an armchair. He saw that the red panda was standing across the room, still dressed in nothing but briefs, and he had a sprig of it in his hand. He blushed.

“Uh, yeah. I said that people kissed under it.”

“Were required to, by your tradition. Was that not so, human?”

“It...wasn’t unheard of.”

“Then.”

Ash lifted one foot, and Chris’s eyes went wide. Each toe had a sprig of mistletoe wrapped around it like a toe ring, and he wondered just how long the red panda had been putting that little surprise together. The little rings of green and white and red flicked back and forth as he wiggled his toes.

“Get kissing.”

“Um...sure.”

He blushed, hiding his erection in his robe as he slowly slid out of his armchair and down to his knees. Ash had told him the right way to approach as a servant, and he kept to all fours as he had been ordered until he was right in front of the other male. That foot was held right over his head, toes wiggling. The front of the paw pressed down on his forehead.

“Down human. Worship your master’s paws.”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned his head back, and slowly kissed the big toe. He felt it push against his lips, and he knew better than to hold it back. Chris opened his mouth, allowing the furry digit to slide in. The blunted claw on the tip pressed against his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and a number of other places, but it eventually slid into place right on top of his tongue. Groaning under his breath, he held still as he felt it tapping on him.

“That’s it. A nice, lewd kiss for my toes.”

“Mmmph.”

“Keep going.”

He nodded, and slowly pulled back, applying as much suction as he could to the toe in the process. A hair or two clung to his tongue, but he had to keep working before he could actually remove it. Further down, another toe, and then another, each one a little more eager than the last. He kissed down the master’s toes, giving each one a sucking kiss before the sole was put back on the floor and the other lifted.

As he made his way down the second line of toes, he saw a flicker of green and red, and knew that the red panda had another sprig for...something. He didn’t know what, but he knew he’d find out.

As he licked the last of the sweat away from the red panda’s toes, he looked up to see the sprig dancing along Ash’s thigh. He knew what was required of him, and moved upwards. Kissing the knee, and then the thigh, he was drawn further and further up. His lips dragged against the red panda’s belly, and then along his chest, being made to kiss and suck on Ash’s nipples before working towards the back.

He was surprised, however, when he was brought down to the base of the red panda’s tail. Blushing, he hesitated, and Ash chuckled.

“You think that it’ll be limited to just my soles, human? You’ll be caring for all of me. Now, kiss.”

Groaning, his cheeks burning hotter than he remembered them ever doing before, he went down to his knees and kissed around the base of the red panda’s large, fluffy tail. He was dragged under, made to kiss the cheeks a few times, and was then brought up and around towards the panda’s balls. He blushed as he kissed them, feeling a greater taste of musk left behind there, and he worked his way around, following the sprig of mistletoe until -

He found himself face to face with the red panda’s cock, staring straight at Ash’s cock tip and seeing it hard and slippery. The long rod was bigger than his own by a considerable amount, though not quite double the size. He shivered, looking up at his master, and the red panda flicked the little plant right over the head.

“Come now, servant. You know your duties. By your own traditions, you are bound to suck me.”

“...”

Lowering his head back to the tip, he had to admit, he hadn’t thought that this sort of thing would come up so fast. He knew that his master was kinky, and had expected his ‘secret’ love of feet to transition to other things, but this…

[i]You wanted this...go for it.[/i]

Still blushing, he opened his mouth and pushed his head down, slowly sucking the red panda’s cock into his mouth. The taste of it was surprisingly strong, and he groaned under his breath as he sucked it into his throat. The feeling of it, the sheer thickness, pushed his jaw open further than he had expected. He pushed down further, further until he started gagging a little bit, feeling it working his mouth and jaw further than he wanted, and he had to pull back.

The sprig danced along the shaft a few times, pulling him forward almost by some magic rather than by obligation. His cheeks burned as he was forced to blow his master, giving him as much pleasure as he could with each movement he made. Up and down, up and down he went, getting that cock all the way back in his throat every time, until -

POP!

It popped into his throat as he got a little ‘help’ in the form of a hand on the back of his head. Chris’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the feeling of something so big in his throat, and he nearly coughed and gagged from the intrusion. His throat spasmed, and he desperately swallowed to keep from throwing up -

“Mmmph!”

And Ash didn’t make it any easier by cumming at that moment. The red panda’s seed splattering down his throat was making him cough and splutter, and he could hardly catch his breath as the shaft slowly pulled out. A little splash of seed along his cheek was almost missed as he grabbed his throat, sucking air.

Ash chuckled, patting him on the head.

“You did well, servant.”

“Mmmph...ah...ah…”

“Just breathe. That’s good. You’ll learn.”

“Learn...learn what?”

“How to take it without choking, of course. It’s hardly going to be the first time.”

“Mmph…”

“Now, when you’ve recovered, turn down my bed. I want to turn in, soon.”

“Yes, master…”

#

[i]The next morning.[/i]

Chris yelped as the sheets were yanked off his bed, leaving him in his pajama pants and nothing else. He blushed as he felt the red panda’s paws grabbing at him, not fingers, but toes, pulling on his waistband. The human reached down, trying to stop it, but he immediately had one hand stepped on and the other poked with a toe claw.

“Ah. Human, you are my servant, and you are overdressed.”

“You couldn’t have mentioned that without ripping things off of me?”

“I decide what I want when I decide what I want.”

“You…”

“Either you strip, or I strip you.”

He stared at his master. This was getting out of hand, yet, at the same time, he couldn’t imagine a time where he’d been harder. His cock throbbed, the head almost pressing against the red panda’s heels. Ash shook his head.

“Time’s up. I’ll do it for you.”

And just like that, those paws yanked down, and his pants were ripped from his body. The human was left completely bare, and his cheeks burned as his cock immediately throbbed up, no longer restrained by his underwear.

He half-expected to be punished for that, but Ash only chuckled.

“Your arousal does you credit. You know your place.”

Chris wanted to respond, but all he could do was moan as Ash stepped back on his cock, pinning it down and grinding down along the head with his heel. It was twisting, a little painful, but at the same time, it felt amazing. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hands grabbed at the undersheets, squeezing them desperately.

The red panda stepped back and forth, making him pant and shiver and moan, each little step almost like a miniature stomp and grind along his shaft, leaving him a drippy mess in less than a minute. It took everything that he had not to thrust up against the foot rubbing down on him, and he knew that he wouldn’t last for long.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, it stopped. He panted as his master hopped off of the bed, the red panda standing beside him in his briefs. Tented, but still covered, he gave off an aura of power compared to the slutty nudity that he had to deal with.

“You’ll stay naked for the rest of your holidays, human. I want to enjoy the sight of you without anything to hide your need.”

“You…”

“You want to argue? And show that you aren’t suitable?”

The question shut his mouth faster than anything else would have. The idea of giving in, of being less than what the red panda had for servants at home, rankled to him. That, and the idea of losing the fun that he’d gotten out of this…

[i]I can handle that. Nudity isn’t so bad.[/i]

He shook his head, and Ash smiled.

“Good human.”

He was patted on the head, and the master left the room. He groaned, shaking his head a few times before slowly rolling his body out of bed. Doubtlessly, the master expected him to start cooking soon. Ever since they’d made the deal, he felt like more and more of the responsibilities were falling on him...and somehow, he felt okay with that.

What was going on?

#

[i]The following afternoon…and evening...[/i]

Chris’s head spun as he wobbled out of the living room, having begged a break from the various worships that the red panda wanted with a desperation that had finally earned him one. He flopped into the bathroom, shut the door, and sat down on the floor. His head was spinning, and his cock was hard, but he didn’t know what he could do with either. He needed...needed…

He didn’t know what he needed, and that worried him a little bit.

Taking a few deep breaths of the sterile room, the naked human slowly dragged himself onto his feet again and walked over to the sink. He turned on the cold water, splashed himself in the face a few times, and turned his head up to look in the mirror.

He mostly recognized himself, though he wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had started having those circles under his eyes. Chris knew that he looked tired, but it was less that that bothered him, and more the glazed look that still remained in his eyes, the way that he looked confused, dazed, lost.

[i]Mmmph...stupid sexy red panda…[/i]

He shook his head, splashing his face a few more times. The glazed look faded a bit, but not much, not enough to make him feel better about it. Taking a few deep breaths, he took a step back from the sink and leaned back against the wall. The slow trip down along it helped him settle back to reality, the memories of the last few hours rushing back to him.

He’d been nose-deep in the armpit of the red panda, and then under his feet, and then...then…

Ash had dragged him all over the place, making him lick and suck and play with every part of his body. Everything had to be worshiped, from toe to head and back again. There’d even been a few shared kisses, something that he had never expected to happen, and something that left him wondering what was changing between them.

They had been friends, of a sort, but what were they now? Lovers? Master and servant? Master and slave?

The last one was feeling more and more appropriate, with the things that he was willingly doing around the house and the power that Master Ash had over him. It was like he had truly signed over his willingness to be a free person to Master Ash, and now he was paying the price, giving up more and more -

He blinked, realizing that he’d just referred to the red panda as Master Ash in his own thoughts. The idea that he had fallen that far, that he had given up so much of himself already, was something that chilled him to the bone. He knew that there was only so much that anyone could do against that sort of power, and he knew that he was rapidly reaching the end of his ropes.

[i]Do...do I really want to be his slave? Not just his servant, but his slave?[/i]

His pent-up cock said yes, that was for sure. He wanted to be under those feet, to be the servant that sucked cock and...and worshiped ass, and gave the panda everything that he needed for as long as he needed it. There was a definite part of him that wanted it to be his fate, that wanted to be some sort of toy for the alien’s relief.

But was that good for him?

Yes? No? He didn’t know. His mind was so unsettled, so confused, so needy, that he could no longer be sure of anything. He leaned his head down against his knees, trying to catch his breath and think straight. He had to figure this out, or he was going to lose everything whether he wanted to or not.

“Servant.”

The voice came from the other side of the door, and he knew that the master wanted him to get back to work. His cock jumped at the idea, and he shivered as he felt his body trembling in need, needing to be there again.

“Coming, Master Ash.”

“Meet me in the kitchen. It’s almost dinner time, and I think I’d like to see you eat yours off of my feet.”

“Yes, sir...Yes sir…”

#

[i]The next morning.[/i]

He wasn’t sure how this had happened, but it had. He was naked, Ash was hard, and he was lubing up the master’s cock for it to slide into his ass. Chris groaned as he dragged his lube-soaked hands up and down the shaft, feeling its sheer size, and sensing his pucker twitching in anticipation of it being buried inside of him.

“Mmm, you are a good human. Soon, you will be an even better one. Let’s see how well your ass is prepared for me…”

He nodded, turning around. His head was in a fog. Not hypnotized, or controlled, but fogged with his own need. He didn’t know how to think about the situation anymore, didn’t know how he was supposed to keep his head on straight. All he knew was that his cock ached, he needed to cum, and his master had promised that he would have the chance if he just offered his ass up.

And so, he did.

Chris felt the red panda’s fingers working into him, rubbing his ass and teasing him. His cheeks were spread, pushed together, and spread again, and the slippery shaft rubbed between them on his pre-lubed hole. Master Ash loomed over him, grinding slowly, and the red panda chuckled in a playful way.

“It is impressive, you know. Most servants wouldn’t have allowed me to push them this far?”

“Mmph?”

“Yes, you have far outstripped them, human, for what it’s worth.”

Chris blushed, moaning softly as the red panda suddenly slid into him, that thick shaft opening him up in a hurry. He bit his lips, curling his toes into the sheets of his bed, and he only moaned louder through his clenched jaws as that shaft slipped further and further inside of him. It was so big, so thick, that his naive little ass couldn’t take it easily. It burned even with the lube, and he moaned into his sheets as his head fell.

“Yes, that’s it...take it, little human. You wanted it all, and now you get everything. Every...last...inch.”

He moaned as he felt Master Ash’s balls bumping against his own, his body on fire with need. His cock was bouncing and twitching, slapping against his belly with his own desperate urges. He arched his back, pressing his ass to his master’s hips, and felt the red panda’s fur against his skin.

“You’ve earned your reward. Let’s see how long it takes me to pound it out of you.”

Master Ash pulled back, and slammed back in. The burst of pleasure made the world go white for the human, and he moaned at the top of his lungs. His cock dropped, slapped wetly against his belly, and then dripped again as the red panda pulled out and slammed in once more, and again, and again, and again, each time faster than the last. Every impact made him feel how much pre was inside him already, squelching and splashing as the red panda’s cock slipped inside of him, and his balls felt like lead weights between his legs, heavy and begging to cum.

He rocked his hips back, his legs shifting position. His ass cheeks tightened around the shaft as he pulled his legs together, and as he pulled his feet up, he swore he felt something.

Then he felt them, Master Ash’s balls. He curled his toes, gently tugging on the orbs as he felt them sway around above his soles, giving what little extra stimulation he could. The red panda moaned over him, his master getting more excited, thrusting harder, faster, deeper.

In, out, in, out, each thrust driving him further towards his need, that rigid, heavy, hot shaft spreading him open. It made him feel so full, so warm inside, so right. He was serving, he was doing good, giving to someone that deserved it.

In, out, in, out, his eyes rolling back as he got closer and closer. Soon, he couldn’t seen, nothing but black specks in his vision.

“Cum, human. Cum for me.”

And he did. Even as his ass was filled to the brim with cum, he felt his own orgasm shoot free. He arched his back hard, his body shaking and seizing up with the sheer strength of the pleasure that he was getting, and he almost collapsed onto the ground in the process. His body continued to shake, particularly in his legs, and it only got worse when Master Ash pulled out of him and rubbed his cum-slick cock on the human’s feet, marking them and cleaning himself.

“Ooooh…”

“You did very well, Chris. I believe that you would make a good servant when I leave the planet. Perhaps you will take that invitation when the time comes.”

“Mmmph...ah...ah…”

“Heh. Calm down, servant, and when you have, we will talk about it.”

“Nnngh…”

As the red panda left the room, he was alone, shaking and spasming and whimpering in residual pleasure. He loved the feeling of what he’d gotten...and he smiled, knowing that he’d exceeded any servant that Ash had.

[i]Heh...I’m the best...I’m the best…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]