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_ Gym Pandas _

Friday evening. A little before 9pm. Standard scene. The gym had quietened down after the post-workday rush. Most folk still hanging around the leisure centre were either busy upstairs in their dance class, or playing handball out in the main hall. No crying from me over that. It'd make for a nice, quiet end to my work shift.

Mind you, even during the rush, I hadn't had much demand from our members. I'd helped a burly badger dude come up with a workout routine on the weight machines, then coached a younger vixen on her running technique over at the treadmills. In both cases, I could tell they were more than a little surprised to be getting advice like that from a Maleni. That badger, especially. Polite as he tried to act about it, his tight, sucking-on-a-lemon-like face just screamed 'what could a red panda the height of a soda bottle possibly know about pumping weights!?'. The answer to that, if I could take a second to toot my own horn, and admire the definition I'd worked on building, is a pretty decent amount. I told him that in my own way. His approval was there for all to see and hear once we got done with his workout.

Anyway, enough patting myself on the back. There were better ways to pass the time sat at the welcome desk, perched up high on the Visoka-size equivalent's upper side... I just needed to figure out what.

I had no need to take the elevator down and have a wander to the other desk in the Maleni section. The last dude we had working out there left half an hour before... Yep. Quiet, quiet evening. I started to wonder about how Saturday would play ou--

A strong slam at the double doors almost shocked me up out of my seat. It echoed so loud that even a few of the gym users still here turned to gawk. Damn... I had to double check whether the earpieces of my Normaliser were fastened properly.

I leaned forward to try and get a better view through one of the vertical windows, out into the hallway. Not much to see on the other side. Just some Visoka's large, brown-furred paw pushing and prodding at the door, and the wall adjacent. A new guy, no question.

"Enter your code," I half-shouted.

"What?"

"The number pad." The one brow over the one eye I could see peering down at me furrowed. "On the wall, to your left."

A pause. Then a victorious, "Oh!"

He took himself a couple of seconds... then a few more. I was about to ask if he'd actually gotten a code when the dull buzz of success sounded.

I stood up at my desk, watching the left-hand door creep slowly open. "Welc--oh..."

That brown paw... belonged to another red panda. A big... no, a _huge_one. His massive arm forced the door hard against the wall. The rest of him emerged from behind the locked door on the right... standing damn near as wide and as tall as it did.

His sheer size drew me in completely. He carried a lumberyard's worth of timber around his heavily round midsection, flanked and supported by arms and legs the size of tree trunks. For a split second, I was sure he'd wedge himself stuck trying to get inside.

Each step he took closer blotted out more and more of the room behind, and more and more of the light above. As if his sheer, overwhelming size needed any more emphasising. I couldn't miss the tone of his muscles, even with all that extra bulk on top of them. Thick, bulging orange biceps, only half restrained by his shirt sleeves, gradually transitioned into equally hefty brown-furred forearms. My legs wobbled. I think I was getting lightheaded. I needed to park myself down before I fell down.

He hauled himself all the way over to the desk, _literally_overshadowing it, and me. His black athletics shirt did little to hide his considerable underbelly, a heavy curve of orange-flanked brown hanging precariously over a large share of the desktop ahead of mine. It pulled me in, growing larger, wider, heftier with every inhale. One tug of that shirt, and this whole mountain of 'panda might come crashing down and rolling all over me. Oh, what a thought--

"Do I haveta sign in or anything?"

I craned my neck all the way up past his massive gut, blinked, found his rolling chest and the puff of white fuzz poking out over his collar. Another blink. It's only when I finally made it up to his smiling muzzle, nudging my chair back to do so, that I realised he'd asked me something. "Huh?"

"Do you have yourself a sign in sheet, or something like that?"

You know, he himself was quite something to look at, too. Pretty green eyes, each underscored by a widening stripe of chocolate fur running down fluffy white cheeks. His brown ears curved sweetly into turquoise-highlighted tips, softly flicking beneath the air con unit they were reaching high up towards. Between them, his orange headfur feathered up into points, carrying those same blue-green accents. His smile remained, growing to show off his pearly canines. Nose shone under what light made it past his stature... while his soft scent lingered under his deodorant of choice... There was a question he'd asked, right?

"Excuse me?" A massive paw waved above me, bright green eyes narrowing in on me. "Uhh... Samuel?" And my nametag. "Do I need to sign in here before I use your gym?"

"No, no." I scrambled around my desk for... I'm not sure what. "Go ahead-- Uh."

He hesitated. Rocked. That in itself was a sight to behold.

"Did you go to the front desk first?" My cheeks and my eartips warmed. Neck itched. "You... uh, never mind. You must have to get a code to get in here."

"...Right."

"Then you're golden. My gods, are you golden..."

"Sorry?"

"Gym's all yours!" I slapped a paw to my face. Missed my mouth. Couldn't even do that right. "Enjoy!"

"Uh, thanks." His head cocked. Cheeks lifted. "I will do."

Off he lumbered, long orange and brown striped tail swaying along behind impressively wide hips. Even with my Normaliser, which was definitely in and definitely working properly, every one of his solid steps thumped the ground. He passed a raccoon climbing off one of the exercise bikes, a species you'd think he ought to be a similar height and built to. Wrong. Dead wrong. As the broad 'panda squeezed himself past, that poor, relatively small raccoon barely reached chest height, timidly returning a 'No problem' after the big guy apologised for almost belly bumping him back over the bike. The raccoon couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. And I absolutely could not tear my eyes away as he left the gym in his wake.

His plodding walk took him over to the far corner. Our gym wasn't the roomiest, so I still had myself a clear view of him climbing onto one of the running machines. As if I'd be able to miss him regardless.

This dude was large enough, in both bulk and build, that he damn near filled the space between the machine's sidebars. As guiltily as I was admiring this scene unfolding, a voice in my head started me worrying about whether I'd shortly be reporting a broken treadmill. What a way to go, though.

He slipped in some headphones, poking way down at the machine's controls. I almost missed that raccoon from before offering me thanks as he took his leave. If I couldn't pull myself from this sight before me prior, I lost all hope once this 'panda started up running.

Those hips, my gods, those hips rocked from side to side like the world's largest, thickest metronome, threatening those plastic sidebars with every sway. His white shorts, of course they had to be white, showed off every single deep and sizable curve they were clinging to. They left little to a busy imagination when it came to his huge rear, bouncing and shaking, looking like two titanic medicine balls jockeying for position with every stride. Strides that rhythmically bumped his big tail back to show off even more of his considerable assets.

Below, the treadmill stood up to his weight, trembling ever so with every pounding impact of his paws. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Off of him. His massive brown calves, thick orange thighs, supporting that large butt and substantial, rippling muffin top, all while bulky, muscular arms rolled back and forth with his stride. Not to forget his pretty face looking back at itself in the mirror ahead. Gods alive, this guy was so. Fucking. Hot!

Damn it. Looked like I wasn't gonna get away with staring for too long. My trousers got tighter and tighter around my crotch. I didn't know what to do with myself, hands up and thrashing around in hopeless attempts at answer that question themselves. I scooted forward until the edge of my desk dug into my waist. A second later, a whole different, growing part of me reached up to poke at the underside.

I had to take my mind off this. Yeah, I was good for now, my full attention hidden away down below, but in this state, you just knew I'd have to get up to go someplace, or help someone in no time flat. I turned away, glaring at the few bits of paperwork gathered on my desk. I might've been able to keep him out of sight, but I couldn't avoid the dull thudding rumble coming from the corner, serving as a constant reminder of the sexy 'panda I should totally be admiring.

If my desk wasn't able to provide a means to cool myself down, maybe something else would. Problem was, it was nine in the evening, Friday. I had hardly anybody else here. Just a wolf slowly working the leg curl machine while muzzle deep in his phone, and a tigress showing a little more eagerness on the rowing machine a short ways from him.

But come on, empty or busy, it didn't matter what I tried. The throbbing in my trousers was here and here to stay. Even turning back to poke at the centre's busy event schedule I had there wasn't enough to distract myself. Not from the thump, thump, hefty thump rolling on and on. If looking away wasn't gonna help... maybe trying to look over him 'professionally' might help.

I sucked in air. Puffed out my chest. Tugged loose my shirt collar. Right. Okay. First things first, his form looked decent for the most part. Head straight, shoulders down, with short steps striking the treadmill as... lightly as could be expected. The only thing to improve on would be stabilising those rocking hips. Those big, waving hi-- uh, as for his pace, while I couldn't see the speed on the panel from across the room, it looked good. A fast jog, slow run. Definitely respectable for such a... large, bulky, ahem, for someone carrying the extra weight he was. Still, as relatively fit as this 'panda appeared to be, he could certainly stand to lose some of his extra padding... If he wanted to.

Gods, who did I think I was kidding? 'Professionally' or not, watching him run did nothing to relieve the pressure building under my desk. Neither did what my thoughts began to turn to. They fantasised over an offer to take him aside, maybe give some one-on-one coaching to work on his form. Obviously, with the size difference, I might need to get myself close enough so my advice could be heard in those turquoise-tipped ears. Getting comfortably positioned under his collar, pressed into that thick white tuft of chestfur, I'd be able to give clear instructions from there. But what a shame it might be if his stride got a little too firm. I could find myself slipping downwards... all the way to the top of that considerable gut. To stop from falling further, I'd have to grab a firm hold and squeeze myself tight against his warm, bouncing bulk, no question. Actually, forget the coaching. Maybe if I asked nicely, he'd slip the little red panda working here under his shirt as a favour... or maybe he'd think it safer to drop him around the back of those fur-tight shorts--

My body trembled. I winced hard at the soreness radiating from my crotch. Well and truly standing to attention, I was less pressing, more shoving against the underside of my desk.

Reaching down, pushing and prodding and trying to correct it, only made things worse. That soreness faded, replaced by hot, pleasant tingling. My breathing got heavier. The fabric covering my crotch strained harder.

I scrambled to find the handle beneath my seat, pulling hard to adjust myself lower and hopefully ease the pressure. No good. Way too late to reverse the effects. All that heat rose into my cheeks and ears as I dared to look up again.

As intense as all this was in my own mind, nobody else in the gym had noticed all these goings on here in the corner. More importantly, neither had the huge red panda with his headphones across the room, oblivious to everything he was putting his smaller fellow 'panda through.

"Gods," I growled deep under my breath. No use. No choice but to roll back, stand up and get myself outta here as quick and discreet as possible. At least the open elevator section down from the main desk was back out of sight. As was my short run across the carpet to the wallside walkway. From there, I could sneak over to the Maleni-sized door and slip out into the hall.

I eased open the door to the breakroom. Slowly, slowly, I got more of a view inside. I didn't dare barge my way in too soon, not in this... condition.

The whole of our section up on the balcony was empty, that much I could see. Nothing but empty seats and a free table. Not a sound to be heard, either. From there, or the larger room proper beyond our small-sized door. That was it. Quiet or not, I couldn't wait out in the hallway any longer. I needed some space and some privacy to sort out this mess I'd gotten myself into!

A slip left and shuffle right dragged me and my trailing tail inside. I didn't even make it the whole way over to our break area before reaching down to grab my trousers, tugging away in a hurried attempt to loosen everything up. "Jeez!"

No use right away... but maybe unzipping my fly would help--

"Oh hey, Sam."

Every. Single. Muscle. Twitched. I jolted and staggered like someone had rushed over and kicked the underside of the walkway. My fur frizzed so bad, I must have looked like a puffy orange cloud. Across the room, in the corner previously hidden by the door, I found the long spotted tail belonging to my snep colleague, Krystof, bent over and busy rummaging through the Visoka staff fridge.

"Sup, dude-- I got-- Gonna just..." My whole body suffered some kinda fucky malfunction. Couldn't talk, couldn't walk, couldn't stop my arms from trembling.

"All dead in the gym, I assume?" Krys' swaying tail shifted. He peered back past himself towards me. "Heh, same upstairs at front desk."

"Ah, fu--" I snatched my hands away from my crotch and threw myself around to put my back to him.

"Sam?" I could hear his cocking head, scrunching muzzle and furrowing brows. "All good?"

"Yeah! Good. All fine. Just here... to check out our noticeboard." One large side-step took close enough to actually read said board. "I, uh... I saw Nela earlier. She told me about a class starting up next month. Sounded interesting."

"Cool! What class?"

"Uh..." Seriously!? My head and my shoulders sank. I tried to think faster on my feet, but the only thing I could focus on was this rock-hard stiffy in my pants just refusing to go down! Damn that 'panda... too damn thick. "It's a... class for--" Oh, screw it. "Actually, sorry dude. I came back here to use the toilet."

"O...kay."

"I forgot, I'm busting!" I hoped my size and my speed along the walkway would hide my shame. Either way, I didn't hear another peep outta him.

Thank the gods for size appropriate restrooms. And again for private cubicles. I could be alone inside them twofold. Double the protection.

But my life, twenty-two years old and here I was, fooling around like some horny teen 'panda battling puberty. Needs must, I s'pose. Big dude had me all kinds of messed up.

Think unhot thoughts, I told myself, again and again. Unhot thoughts... unhot thoughts. No thoughts of enormous Visoka 'pandas working out-- gods, what the fuck, Sam, stop it!

Belt unbuckled and trousers loose, my efforts to control myself worked at least a little bit, but fact of the matter was that I didn't have time to kill hiding away like this. Yeah, the gym might've been half-dead, but I'd soon be missed... and I was scheduled to be on desk duty there all the way through until closing time. Damn it. With the show I'd left playing out in there, who'd have thought I'd think a prospect like that as a negative?

Time to make my return. Time to get through the last thirty minutes plus of my shift without letting my libido get the best of me. This whole situation was ridiculous... so why then did I hesitate to take the few steps towards the gym?

Upstairs, I could hear that dance class letting out. Laughing, happy voices wouldn't trouble me on their way to the exit up on ground level, and besides, I'd whittled myself down to a nice, well-concealed semi by the time I made it back to the door... but with how my evening had played out that far, did I really wanna be hanging around, tempting fate into kicking my tail? Hell no.

I made my long-delayed reentry to the gym. Played it cool. Kept eyes firmly ahead as I shuffled along the walkway. My ears were only too good at tracking the clatter of metal coming from away to my right, out of sight. It carried on almost rhymically, broken up by the occasional low grunt. Like a workout, but not. Whatever the story behind it, I kept myself to myself the whole way to the short set of stairs down to the floor. A few steps more, and I'd be at the open elevator that'd take me all the way up to my desk-- Oh.

I'd looked up. Damn it, I'd looked up. Dead ahead, looming from across the room, I couldn't miss the red panda working at our chest press machine. More precisely, I couldn't avoid seeing him bent over, adjusting its weights... casting what must've been the largest full moon ever recorded, I swear to, "Gods damn--!"

My jaw ached with how hard I threw a paw at it. Not quick enough to stop his big ears perking, or peering back past his bigger self. I dropped my head. Refocused on my own walking paws. No use. The second or two I'd spent gawking up at his thickness was plenty enough to sear it right into my brain. A place it kept the whole ride up to the Visoka-sized desktop, only because up there, I was helpless to fight admiring it, and him, all over again...

Of course he chose the machine directly across from me. Of course I got a perfect view of his idly swaying hips from my seat, and those white shorts riding way up towards the top of those thunderous orange thighs, wearing so much tighter, he might as well have not been wearing anything at all. Hell, if he bent over much further, that huge fat butt'd tear them to pieces in no time flat, sending shreds all over the floor, the machine, and the long, fluffy tail preventing an unrestricted view of his otherwise unmissable rear... All in all, this wasn't the best view, nor mental picture, to have if trying not to lose myself in lust completely.

My heart was pounding, breathing short and near panting. The air itself felt hot around me. Man... I couldn't go on resisting. All that effort I'd put into suppressing my arousal was reversed in a matter of crotch-tingling, fabric-straining moments. If I couldn't avoid it, fight it, then screw it all, I might as well enjoy the show, right? Full-blown, rock hard cock and all. Really, why not? Aside from that wolf still half-working on leg curls, we were alone here. What was the worst that could happen hidden away up at this little desk of mine?

Once done making his tweaks to the weight rack, this hefty, handsome 'panda took things onto the next stage. One that required some subtlety from my side.

He bought himself around one-eighty, slow and methodical, like turning a tanker ship. A big bellied, green-eyed, red panda-shaped hunk of a tanker ship.

With a couple of heavy backward steps, he straddled the seat, clearing his tail and pushing back those expansive hips in preparation to park himself at the machine.

My brain was misfiring and in overdrive all at once. On the one hand, I couldn't turn away. On the other, I shakily picked up a pen, half-thinking I ought to keep up some illusion of actually working. Not that he'd noticed me watching, so focused on preparing for the next part of his workout... nor did I have any real paperwork to hand to fully complete the act. No matter. Knowing what was to come, the overdriving side of my brain worked itself up quick to a storm. Summoned an idea and refused to let go.

I tugged the bud of my Normaliser out from my ear, then reached across to do the same to the other. The whole time, I kept watching this guy positioning himself, almost like trying to get himself in just the right spot to drop all that back.

My ears flicked to the sensation of natural hearing. With the earpieces removed, everything got louder, deeper. What would've been a gentle groan from that wolf working on the leg machine sounded more like a roar, never mind the slamming of metal as he returned to a resting position. Even the air was loud. Buzzing. A thousand tiny sounds coming together as one.

As for my big 'panda show, I got a sample of things to come with the short shift of his foot backward. It rose and fell so slightly that I doubt I'd have heard much usually. But like this, it came with a solid, pounding thud. Like someone dropping something sturdy from an upstairs window. If that was a sample, then the main event gave me everything and more...

Finally, he let himself go. Those massive legs bent and mighty thighs dropped. His wide ass smashed into the bench like a hammer blow, bringing with it one hell of a thunderous crash. Like several cannons firing at once, or an actual, full-on bomb detonating in the distance. The seat, the whole machine in fact trembled from his impact, standing as strong as it could against all of that weight. With the thudding came trembling. Vibrations strong enough to send a harsh, metallic clank through the machine's numerous weight panels. Not to mention the genuine, momentary tremor his gigantic self sent through the gym, strong enough for me to feel all the way over and up at my desk, and for me to see roll through that enormous gut directly ahead. It shook and sloshed, rising up beneath his black shirt, before crashing down with its own weighty boom, draping his increasingly exposed underbelly across the top of his fat, yet muscular, wobbling thighs. Not to mention the impressive, weighty bulge taking centre stage between them.

Gods, my twitching cock wanted so badly that it started to ache, rising to find a whole other level of hard. That one simple sit was an event in itself, with an aftermath so intense that the rolling of thunder carried almost as long as the shifting of his bulk... and I don't think he even registered it.

The gigantic 'panda lifted a paw to the press handle, while warm pre smattered itself all over my crotch. I bit down and suppressed a moan, wincing from the effort, panting like I'd just finished my own intensive workout. Any attempts at adjusting my trousers, easing the pressure and the torment, were useless at best. Grabbing at myself, no matter how careful, just upped the sensation, barrelling fast towards an excuse to indulge that I barely resisted. Leering after a big, sexy red panda throwing his weight around at work was one thing, but knocking one out in the process? Fuck dude, that'd be a definite no no!

The buds of my Normaliser went back in. I brought my paws up above the desk, clasped them together and kept them there. After that, I sat. I sat, and I watched, leaving my pounding cock all to itself down below. Not that I'd be allowed to forget about it.

Across the room from me, between powerful, wide open legs, I still had the huge 'panda's bulge to contend with, barely hidden beneath the fabric of his mercilessly tight shorts. Frankly, at this point, he'd started the next stage of his workout, and it wasn't only his size and assets that left my jaw wide open. He was strong. So strong. He had all but the last couple of weights in play, but he still made it look easy, barely grimacing when most others would have struggled to pump that kinda weight at all.

My focus shifted from the allure of his trembling, hill-like gut, squaring in instead on those enormous, orange and brown arms. No matter how easy it might've seemed for the big dude, every press forced his massive muscles to flex hard, biceps, triceps and more rippling and bulging, presenting themselves for all to see from within that considerable bulk.

Even with my Normaliser back in play, the slamming return of those weight plates every reset rang throughout the room, sending my ears flicking and my pulsing lust rising further and harder. But still, even with all that, it was nothing to him. Just a leisurely workout that drew only the softest, occasional grunt from his pretty, white-furred muzzle. My heart raced for him. Maybe he'd be back. Maybe next time, he'd let me coach for him. Maybe from his lap... Or better yet, maybe he'd slip me under his shift collar and let me coach from between those plump, heavily flexing pecs--

The rhythmic thumping skipped a beat. His muzzle shifted and suddenly, I had shiny green eyes peering my way from dead ahead.

Hell. Ah, damn. My paws went everywhere and my own head dipped towards my desk. Barely half thinking, I snatched up a pen and jabbed it down to write... some 'notes' on... a scrap piece of paper... that turned out to be a shop receipt that I had hanging around from my lunch.

With laser focus directly downwards, I scribbled a bunch of random words, and a couple of shapes to boot. I reckon I got away with that. At least I hoped I did! Waiting and waiting, my neck started to get sore, so it was a double relief once those steady thuds of metal started up again. This wasn't fair, damn it. If only this dude knew even half of what his hot, bulky self was putting me through...

Somehow, in some manner that not even the gods knew, I managed to avoid losing myself completely, even after the hefty red panda got done with the weights and had a short burst on the rowing machine... Let me tell you, the seat had a way tougher time containing all of that 'panda than he did working out on it. Curves for days, if not weeks. If it'd given out and collapsed completely, I wouldn't have been shocked. At least not as shocked as the ground would've been. Pretty sure the whole of Koprovice would've felt that impact.

Thankfully, for my own sake, he and the machine were positioned out of my direct eyeline, so I succeeding in drooling over him barely more than half the whole time.

At the end of it all, I checked my phone to find we'd almost hit 10pm. Not much longer to go until closing time.

Me and massive 'panda dude were the last ones left. Of course, he had one last challenge to offer me before I could rush off home and... take some time to consider, deeply, everything I'd witnessed that evening.

He lumbered over towards the desk, half tired, half... simply just that big, panting gently and casting a bigger and darker shadow over me. Somehow, he managed to look even prettier. Cute in fact. Not sure how a dude as fuckin' large as he was could pull of cute, but trust me, he succeeded with flying colours. As he stopped his towering form in front of me, I could feel the heat radiating off of him, catching even more of his natural musk beneath the spice of his deodorant. It wasn't in the slightest bit overpowering... in fact, it struck pleasantly on the nose. Had a sweetness to it, even.

There went all my composure. Thank the stars for my desk, because I was sitting there at fullest attention as my eyes made the slow journey up beyond those hills of bulk and brawn. "C-Can I help?"

"I hope so," he replied with clasped paws. "You might not be the one to ask, but I need to get an exit code for the parking..."

Holy... y'know, standing there like he was, all that underbelly hung a sizeable distance over the desk that mine sat atop. Almost begging for him to pull up his shirt, maybe give it a heft, and just let it all go completely... I'd have a front row seat to all that brown and orange rippling, challenging the desk to stand up to all that weight. If I were lucky, he'd let me squeeze my way under it--

"Hey?" He waved at me, scratching his head through turquoise-tipped fur. "Can you do it?"

"Sorry...?" Could I... squeeze under it? "Wait, what?"

"I was asking if you can get me an exit code. For the car park."

"Right, with you." I shook my head, grinding a paw over my eyes. "Uh, no. I can't do that down here..." Car? Must be a big fuckin' car he's driving-- "Sorry, uh, I mean, you can ask at the front desk, but you should be fine. Honestly, at this point in the evening, the gate'll be open."

"Oh, okay." He cast a wide, shining smile. "Thanks."

It drew one from me in return. "Is this your first time here?"

That got a nod. "I've just moved into the area. Figured I should find myself a new gym pronto." He grabbed and pressed the sides of his belly. "Should lose a little of this extra weight before Rushball season starts up again."

Rushball! Right. It made so much sense. Jeez, I'd hate to be on the bad end of a running tackle from him... Though ending up smothered beneath his paunch wouldn't be the worst-- "Uh, oh, okay. In that case, I sure hope you found everything you wanted here."

"Definitely. Tonight was just a free trial session, but I reckon I'll be back for sure."

"Good!" Wow, that came out way too keen. "I mean, yeah, front desk'll be happy to help you with a membership form. Or you can just sign up the next time you come down."

"That sounds great." Oh, that smile... it had a gravity that seemed to pull me in as he shifted towards the door. "Thanks for your help."

"You're very welcome!" I stood up fast. "We'd love to see you..." Too fast. I realised my mistake way too late. "...back."

My erection was like a tentpole in my trousers, and then some. So unmissable, I didn't even need to look down to know it. Throwing a paw to my face was my first port of call. In hindsight, throwing it someplace else entirely might've made more sense.

I spread my fingers just enough to spy an eye up at the guy. Obviously, the big, cute 'panda couldn't miss my shame, staring down at my crotch. His gaze flicked upwards, finding me through my hopeless attempt at hiding away.

Finally I gathered enough sense to drop to my seat and pull myself tight to my desk. My cheeks and ears were burning. I looked absolutely anywhere else but up, waiting, begging for the silence to end.

"Uh... Well now." My ears flicked to his chuckling. Actual, legit chucking. I took that as my cue to brave peering back up again. "It sure seems like someone in particular would 'love' to see me back."

I didn't know what to say, or do, or even what kinda face to make. He was smirking hard... but playful, not mocking. Green eyes narrowed, but with a soft, warm crease to them. Gazing up into them was a treat, and one I didn't get to experience for anywhere near long enough.

He turned the rest of the way around, taking his leave with those now familiar solid steps, tail sweeping and hips swaying as a mountain of red panda squeezed out through the door frame.

Those steps grew disappointingly distant. The door eased its way closed, but not before I had the pleasure of hearing him sing, "See you again soon."

"Oh my gods," I gasped in some weird joyful disbelief, throwing myself back to grin up at the ceiling... and free my cock from the pressure of the desk. "I damn sure hope so."