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_ Date Pandas _

_ Part 1 _

"Keep going, keep going!" I called above thumping footfalls and heavy breathing. "Not much further."

My vantage in an empty bottle holder gave a perfect view of everything: the treadmill's console beside me, the fast moving belt below, and the huge red panda putting everything into his workout above. Every stride sent a shudder through the machine, the occasional gustlike exhale blasting me with hot, fur fluttering air.

"Keep your head up. Shoulders down." Marek met my gaze, following my advice. "Good. You're doing great."

He smiled past his lolling tongue. The brightening of his boyishly full face was a pleasant reward, whether he realised it or not. "Legs are getting heavy, Sam."

"I know, but you're so close." I leaned forward for a better look at the console. "Just half a lap to go. You can do it!"

Marek grunted, jaw shifting with the solid setting of his teeth. From about level with the top of his stomach, I thought I saw the bridge of his muzzle crease. He'd dropped into focus mode. Perfect timing for me to do the same, I reckoned.

His crashing steps shook more than just the treadmill. While those last few weeks of training had helped Marek shed the 'most extra' of his extra weight, he still carried plenty of bulk over his now much more apparent muscle. His black sports shirt, not wearing as tight as during his first session here, continued to accentuate his strong, hefty form. It made it all too easy to admire the curves of his muffin top, the sheer size and visible weight to his barrel-shaped gut. That wasn't to mention the allure of its repeated hefting and dropping, only adding to the raw power of those slamming stomps.

Taken as just one part of a handsome package, featured along with bright green eyes and full, white-furred cheeks dusted with chocolate-coloured stripes, Marek proved irresistible to look at. And while I'd fast become his unofficial trainer during his time spent coming to our gym, I'd become a guilty admirer of this big Visoka 'panda even faster. So much so that I couldn't stop fantasising about having his company outside of work, too. Not now, though. Not yet. This here was work, and he was a customer, no matter how much I enjoyed it. And him.

I stepped forward, using this holder like a balcony from where I could properly take in his form, athletically and physically. In close to two months, I'd helped correct most of the small flaws in his running technique. Unfortunately, that also included the steadying of his swaying hips, which cost me an excuse to take position down by his bulging calves and watch his rippling thighs and bouncing butt... A butt big and thick enough to overshadow me, to bury anything and anyone if Marek decided to back up and let his considerable weight drop--

"Sam," he gruffed. Hot, heavy air came back to hit me. "Something catch your eye?"

"I, uh..." I pushed back onto my heels. His shifting stomach stopped me from pulling my eyes away all that easily. "I was checking your form, that's all."

"Uhuh." His panting matched the rhythmic pounding underfoot, ruffling my fur and flapping my shirt. "How is it?"

I peered up to find Marek smirking. He really enjoyed making me feel even smaller than he was, that much I'd realised.

"Well?"

But then, I really enjoyed just how much bigger he was. "Looks great from up here."

"Glad to hear it."

I copped myself another hard glance at his oh so fine form; something that started a whole different part of me getting hard, too. No matter. I'd become well used to getting a reaction between my legs while coaching Marek, and with it, I'd gotten a lot of practice hiding it over the course of our not-quite-completely-professional relationship.

Hips back, butt out, I shuffled almost one-eighty to face the console. "This is it. Final stretch. Finish strong!"

That was my cue to grab the holder's edge. Marek upped his effort, quickened the pace. Those slamming steps grew closer to booms of thunder, strengthening the trembling of the treadmill into something more like tremors rocking the ground itself. All this, and I was still putting my Normaliser's earpieces through their own intensive workout. Heh, I reckoned they'd taken enough strain. Time to let them have a little break...

I plucked them out one by one, grinning over what I had to come. The change came near instant. Drastic. Incredible. Fully exposed to their absolute, unsuppressed power, the pounding of Marek's sprinting strides truly echoed like claps of thunder, roaring and rolling out again and again, way more regular than even the biggest, fiercest storm. Coupled with the constant, unrelenting shaking, the whole experience peaked towards spectacular. More like a natural event than the effects of a big red panda running. And I couldn't get enough of it. "That's it. Push it! Push!"

And push he did, both in his workout, and at my buttons. The quaking rumbled on and on, showing no signs of stopping. A full body shiver left me tingling while I mulled over the next phase of my plan, lust pouring from my fast beating heart. I toyed with myself, waiting that extra moment to spin around and revel in the sight before me.

Working at his maximum, Marek's already broad movements carried a whole different level of speed and strength with them. The most notable, and most alluring of which I found in the softness of his massive midsection.

Just as I hoped, just like every other sprint, watching his stomach slosh and bounce with even greater, near hypnotic force made my entire day. Like an ocean rising and falling beneath an enormous layer of fabric, close enough to start me dreaming about spreading my arms as it crashed over and washed me away.

I closed my eyes, playing that out again and again, only too happy to take in air and sample Marek's gentle musk in the process. It wafted into my nostrils, dancing with the pleasant, familiar spice of his deodorant. All the while, I had his heavy breathing blasting me with luxurious warmth. He was an intoxicating assault on the senses. One that left me struggling to keep my voice level as that former semi grew into an intensely stiff erection. Professionalism, be fucked. "Stay strong... Give it. Everything."

A shrill beep rang out. The treadmill began to slow. Marek had hit his goal, and like always, between all those horny thoughts, I was proud.

His sprint slowed to a jog, then again to a fast walk. The boom of his stride softened, but Marek's panting carried just as deep in his natural, 'un-Normalised' voice. I let go of the edge, safe now that those thunderous tremors had eased. This run, and the epic show around it, was drawing to a close.

"T-That's-- urf..." I needed a minute to bring my own heart rate down. Slipping my Normaliser back in gave the perfect opportunity. "That's great work, big dude. I'd give you a pat on the back if I could reach it up there."

He snorted, gasping down two big breaths. "Thanks... Appreciated."

The heat radiating off him would've had me hot under the collar, too, if not for what he'd done to me already. His thick brown forearm reached past, grabbing the water bottle from the empty holder opposite. Marek gulping down fluids beyond the steep peaks of his doughy, muscular pecs: a stunning view to have while kicking off our debrief.

"Ten laps." The tentpole in my trousers had no intention of easing. The inner wall of this bottle holder was fast becoming my best friend. "One more than your best, and two seconds a lap faster. Plus, you're not having to push quite so hard."

"It sure doesn't... feel that way," he replied, sucking down a whole load more air before adding, "I feel wrecked."

"Maybe so, but you could still carry a conversation at this pace. Doubtful you could a month ago."

His plump cheeks lifted, curving those pretty stripes that lead up to creasing eyes. My heart fluttered as he swept a paw through his turquoise-tipped headfur, matching ears rising in eager wait for even more praise.

"You're getting there, no lie. You're _definitely_close to ready for your rushball season ahead."

"Thanks, Sam." Marek stepped back, turning to get a view of the full-length mirrors next to our treadmills. "Probably not quite the right size, even for a forward tackle..." He flexed his soft but strong bicep, free paw hefting and toying with the overhang spilling from his lifting shirt. "But I'm definitely feeling a whole lot fitter."

"You are. It's like night and day from the first session we took together."

Marek clenched his fist harder, sending a ripple of strength though his thickening, treelike arm. Dude, what a sight. "I'm feeling like a million tolars, and I've still kept my power after slimming."

"Absolutely. You're still repping just as much on the weights. If anything, increased fitness is beneficial across the board."

"Looking forward to getting fitter, then!"

I winced, ignoring the pulse of my erection against the holder. Fitness was one thing, but personally, I thought he looked great just the way he was, just like I did of his slightly bigger self two months back. Plenty of 'panda softness for a smaller one to snuggle up with... if he got the opportunity. "I can tell you, I wouldn't wanna be facing you down on the opposition team."

Marek chuckled, tugging his shirt back over the orange fur of his love handles.

"Lucky for you, you don't have to." A loud slap of his gut started it shifting like jelly. "Not sure what a little Maleni 'panda could do to stop one as big as me."

"Heh... I guess I'd be too busy clearing the way to think about it."

"Probably the smartest move." He shot me a grin, winking. "But no, even if you were Visoka-sized, I don't think I'd have an easy time making myself want to tackle you. You're far too sweet."

My ears flicked. Did I hear that right? We'd built a nice relationship between us here, and gods knew I found Marek hot as anything, but I don't think he'd called me... sweet before.

"I reckon I'll finish with a quick workout on the chest press." He shifted back towards me, offering his paw. "Need a lift back to your desk?"

Actually, thinking harder... He'd not called me anything close to 'sweet'. Wow.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, sure, right. Sorry." I had the biggest 'panda right back in front of me. Impossible not to beam like an idiot. "I'd appreciate that. Thanks."

"'Course."

Having Marek carry me round the gym had become something of a routine. One that I enjoyed a whole lot. He had a different technique when it came to carrying Maleni like myself. Kinda... intimate. As I turned around, putting my back to him, I thought even harder about 'sweet'... Did he carry every Maleni this way, or was it just me?

Marek swept my tail to one side, tapping two fingers to most of my upper leg. "A little wider, please."

"Sure." I shuffled my feet apart to allow him more space. His claws came first, emerging between my legs from behind. The rest of his brown-furred fingers followed, brushing the insides of my thighs.

It's only when he curled his fingers up into my stomach, nudging me back into a seat against his palm, that I realised I was still standing very much at full mast. It pressed firm into the groove between his fingers, sending all sorts of body-rocking signals through the rest of me. Crap. No way could he have not noticed.

Somewhere between blushing over how intimate he'd got, and groaning at the comfort of his paw while pressing my cheek into his palmpad, I wrapped my arms around Marek's fingers, holding them even tighter to my belly. All in the name of staying safe and secure, of course. I'm sure I heard the fastest, faintest squeak of a giggle out of him, but I couldn't be sure. Whatever the case, the journey to my desk across the gym lasted nowhere near as long as I'd have liked it to.

"And we're here."

My dangling legs found the desk upon which my smaller version sat. His fingers eased themselves from my grasp and away from my stomach, allowing me, reluctantly, to push up out of my makeshift seat. "Thanks again for the ride."

"Never a problem."

I peered up to grab one more look at his happy, pretty face, only stopping once he turned to head to the chest press machine opposite.

Training with Marek on these late night sessions was a real treat; one I'd spent each and every day looking forward to, and one that I just couldn't get enough of. The gym almost always emptied out a good half-hour before closing time, which suited me right down to the ground. No need to worry about being overheard, or being seen swooning over a certain enormous, room-filling red panda, standing so tall that he wasn't far shy of being able to reach up and touch the ceiling.

In that vein, I stood watching from the desktop as he walked to the machine, big orange and brown tail swaying, and an even bigger butt rocking along with it. Like the rest of him, it'd got that little more leaner, more toned, but fuck it was just as incredible. Like two still massive medicine balls, pounding away at each other beneath white shorts doing all they could to contain them. So how much hotter was it once he reached the machine, bending over to adjust the weights, showing off each and every one of those unmissable curves? Damn. What I'd have given to be over there, clinging onto and nuzzling as much 'panda back as I could get my arms around.

My ears flicked and the rest of me jerked from that train of thought. Marek must've read my mind, peering back past himself. He'd more than noticed me checking him out, eyes narrow with a smile I couldn't see. Grunting, the big 'panda bent lower, pushing his already struggling shorts to damn near bursting point against all that butt, forcing them to ride even further up his thighs, almost to the top.

My cheeks flushed and my ears began to burn. I spun away, rushed back to my desk, hard as it was to leave that hotness behind. Marek's clear and obvious snickering started me doing the same. He really had got to know me too well.

As I settled at my station atop the main desk, forcing idle paws to stay out of my lap, the fog of my libido started to thin. It gave enough room for me to wonder just why I kept acting like everything I was doing was a secret. As if I wasn't going home after each of our sessions pissed at myself. Every part of me wanted to ask if he'd like to hang out sometime... Maybe like a date or something. But every time, I stayed silent as we went our separate ways for the night.

Damn, what was my problem? I'd asked guys out back at school, then at university, so why in gods' names was this such a big deal? I couldn't carry on like this. I needed to break it down once and for all.

First off, I had fewer and fewer doubts over Marek being gay, or bi, at the very least. How many straight dudes would react the way he does to finding another dude checking them out? I knew one thing for sure after that last ride to my desk; there was no way any straight guy would accept having someone's stiff cock pressing against them, fingers or otherwise.

Next up, tough as it was to believe a dude as hot as him could be single, he'd never mentioned a partner in the whole time he'd been coming here. Conversations about plans for the weekend, for example, never involved time spent with any boy or girlfriends. No fiances. No wives or husbands, either. That much I figured I knew for certain, what with the lack of a ring on his finger... unless he takes it off before coming to the gym. Ah, damn it.

That last line of thought had me peering back across the room. Not that I needed much of an excuse. He'd started his workout, bulging arms wide apart, showing off the sheer width of his chest and stomach, while parted legs framed a whole different kind of bulge between his huge thighs.

I tried to catch a glimpse of his ring finger, mostly hidden by his tight grasp on the press machine's handles. No ring. No clear sign of flattened or frayed fur where one might belong... Not that it'd be obvious, even up close.

Marek growled, shifting his weight, forcing a sharp creak from the seat as he put everything into the next press. All but one of the weight panels raced upwards, holding, then slamming back down with the clank of metal on metal, even with his attempt at being subtle. Always amazing. Always hot.

No. I refused to let my cock lead me. Sure, fantasising about what I'd love a massive, rumbling 'panda to do to me was fun, but I'd had enough of watching from afar, fooling around and driving myself into my own private frenzy. I liked Marek. A lot. It'd be everything to spend time with him outside these four walls. Maybe go for a coffee, or a meal somewhere. Have a night out on the town, even. Anything where we could talk and I could get to know him better. Maybe as far as getting the chance to... cuddle up with him, if things went well enough... and provided he could like a Maleni that way.

The slam of those weights cut through both the empty gym. I'd hit the nail right on the head. My paw found the drinks bottle I'd left on my desk and squeezed it tight.

Even if Marek was single, and liked guys... that didn't mean he'd like a Maleni guy like me. How much of a fool would I look if I asked him to come out for a coffee, just the two of us, and the idea of a mixed-size relationship amused or offended him? He'd laugh right in my face, crush my heart, and never come back.

Not satisfied with killing with me pessimism from that angle, my mind jumped to the other end of the spectrum. What if things went _too_well? What if 'no means no' wasn't a concept familiar to this dude? It'd be bad enough for someone as big as him if he were a Maleni, let alone a massive Visoka. I didn't plan on going through that again, thank you very much.

"Oof." Marek slumped back in his seat, tongue hanging. "I think that's me done for the evening."

"Ahh, cool, uh... Great effort! You've been solid all session."

"Thanks, Sam," he sang back. "And you, too."

Solid... all session... He wasn't far wrong. The satisfaction on that sweet muzzle of his had me wondering how much he realised that.

My mind stopped spinning so fast, doubts giving me a fucking minute at last. Come on, he couldn't do all that to me, could he? Yeah, he was without a doubt the biggest red panda I'd ever come across, but he had a heart to match, I just knew it. I... sensed it, deep in my own. He'd been nothing but friendly from the get go. None of the dismissive or bemused looks you sometimes got from other Visoka over being coached by a Maleni. What's more, most crucially in my book, he'd not once called me out about that first evening he came here, when he saw exactly how... over-excited I'd gotten around him.

Then we had all the signals, like the jokes about our size difference, his increasingly intimate way of carrying me around the gym, the way he showed himself off for me, openly, and finally tonight, when he called me 'sweet'. Come on, Sam. Dude, there was no way Marek wasn't interested.

I watched him on his back and forth, grabbing some paper towels and disinfectant wipes to wipe down the equipment. If only everyone took that same kinda responsibility around here.

The clock on the wall crept to two minutes before ten. Closing time was near. If I was gonna make a move, I couldn't hold off much longer.

"Hey. Marek."

He finished up cleaning, tossing the towels in the trash. "Yeah?"

"Uh..." My mind went blank. Not helped in the slightest by his cocked head and expectant eyes. "See..." I gripped my water bottle tighter. With how fast my mouth went dry, I wished it wasn't empty. "Ah, I was just wondering if you've got any plans for the weekend?"

"Nothing exciting." The way his cheeks creased up was infectious. "Rushball training Saturday morning. After that... Ugh, I suppose I should say chores. Tidy up the apartment, get some groceries. Stuff like that."

"Aww, that's not too fun." My tail twitched under my chair. That there was the opening. "Anyone around to help out with that?"

"No, just me. I live alone, which makes it easier in some ways."

"Yeah, I guess. I bet that's kinda nice."

"For sure. I can do what I want, when I want. Can put stuff wherever I please. Keeps things simple."

Boom. It wasn't a hundred percent, but it was the closest I'd get to knowing for sure whether he's single--

"What about you?" His big paw grabbed up at the chest press handle. "Plans?"

"Oh, no... Working Saturday, just an early half-shift. Then I'm free until Monday. Unless my parents rope me into helping them with stuff around the house."

I winced hard, body tightening. Ugh. Why did I say that? Marek had his very own apartment, and there I am admitting how I still live at home, like a kid and not someone closing in on twenty-three.

"That's nice." He reached down for his drinks bottle, his huge, thick-furred tail slapping the machine as he started over towards me. "Living with parents has it upsides, for sure. I miss my mom's garlic soup, for one thing!"

I chuckled, taking an easier breath. "Home cooking is definitely a plus. My Dad absolutely loves to cook. Like, loves it to the extent that he'll cook at any opportunity. That's fine, until he's hovering around you, making you feel guilty for daring to cook yourself a little pasta after coming home late from work."

"Oof, that sounds kinda brutal, little 'panda." Marek stopped, stomach overshadowing the edge of the desk mine sat atop. "I'm glad my parents can't bug me like that from back in Zolnia."

"Oh?" That almost distracted me from the wall of pudge hanging so teasingly close, and the scent doing its best to tempt me even closer. Somehow, this mountain of 'panda grew even hotter. "I never realised you were Zolnian. Never picked up any accent."

"Ah, see I came to Vodaskal when I was eighteen. It seems ten years living here has me speaking pretty much like a Vodak now. Everyone back home points it out when I head back over the border."

Twenty-eight? Dude, I had him down as being around my age. Not that twenty-eight was old or anything, but his fur shone so slick, muzzle fur so clean and neat. Eyes fresh and never anything but bright. Fuck, he'd cranked his hotness dial from eleven to twelve.

"Look at me here, talking on and on." His barrel belly retreated. "Better get away. Need to get myself ready for work in the morning."

"Yeah, sure." The clock had long since struck ten. "Should power everything down here."

"Thank you again for your help tonight. I really enjoy our sessions together."

"Me too." My whole body lifted. Next thing I knew, I'm on my feet, shifting like I was about to try and chase after him. "Very much."

"Looking forward to the next." Marek took a first long stride towards the door. "Have a nice evening."

I was losing him. His scent, his smile. My heart clenched. Every part of me demanded I call out, "Hey, uh. Before you go."

He stopped, peering back over his shoulder with a wide sweep of his tail. Thank the gods, I'd got him back.

"What it is, is..." Cool. Every part of me might've succeeded in getting his attention. Too bad no part had bothered to plot any further ahead. "I was thinking..."

"Clearly."

"Heh. Ahh... damn it."

"What's up?" Back he came to the front of the bigger desk. Having all his bulk looming and his scent wafting again... didn't help me think one gods damned bit.

"It's just that. I've been waiting for a little bit to... There's something I'd like to know."

"Okay." His ears perked. "Sure."

All this pressure. Like I'd been buried deep underneath him, but in a bad way. My head went down. I hadn't realised how much my paws were shaking down by my sides. "I was wondering..." Marek groaned. Scared me half to death. "N-No, wait!"

"I am waiting, little 'panda." He winced, shaking and rocking his tall, wide self lower. "You're _really_gonna make come all the way down there, huh? Right at the end of my workout?"

"Heh... Heh." I grabbed the back of my neck. The boulder in my throat weighed me down even further down.

One thump. Then another. Something heavy came to rest on the desktop ahead. It took a strong, ear-flapping breeze to convince me to find out what.

"Is this any better?" Marek gazed at me from directly ahead, eyes level with mine. A long smirk rested atop crossed, waist-high arms.

It wasn't. For how much easier it was to look at him while down on his knees... Having him so close just choked me up more. Expectant green eyes shone on, turquoise-tipped ears still standing a shade higher than mine. The sweeping spikes of his matching headfur suited him well, soft chocolate and white cheeks looking very huggable in that moment.

"Sam." A snort of air blew past me. "Hanging with you is nice and everything, but we're gonna get locked in here if we're not careful."

"Hah... W-Well, I've got an access card to get you out the front door anyway." In my head, I yelled, dude, get on with it! "But yeah, listen... It's been really nice training you these last couple of months... and actually, I've liked your company, and being around you. Like... very, very much."

I paused. Oh my gods, had I really just said that? Alarm bells rang out. I tensed up, paws locking together, rubbing over themselves hard enough to tug strands of fur clean out. My very own personal meltdown started in my head.

But from outside, there was nothing. No signs or sounds of disgust. No retreat from the 'panda ahead. If anything, his ears rose higher, and his eyes warmed and widened. Come on, take the plunge! Do it now!

"What I was wondering was, maybe if you can get free from your chores and stuff this weekend, you might be interested in... heading downtown? To grab a coffee or something?"

That was it. The box had been opened, never to be closed again. Every potential reaction played out in my head. Few were positive.

"So..." Marek's muzzle crept closer, nose almost bumping my chest. "Like a date?"

My heart fucking stopped. I swear, I died at that moment, and it took him beaming wide enough to show off his teeth to bring me back to life. "Sure... uh, if you'd like to call it that."

"I_would_ like to call it that."

"Really!?"

He pushed out a fur-rustling gust of laughter, nose rubbing my chin as it pulled away. "As for this Saturday... I think I can drag myself away from tidying the apartment to spend some time with you."

"Great!" He really was single. He really did like guys, and Maleni guys to boot. My heart was firmly up and running, thumping so hard, it took even more effort to turn thoughts into words. "How... you wanna do... five? Maybe at the... Black Bean, down at Liska Square?"

"Perfect. I know that place. It's good."

"Oh? Good! Cool."

"It's a date then."

"Yeah... Yeah! It's a date."

The whole desk rumbled as Marek used it for leverage, hauling himself back up again. Combined with the strength of my swaying tail, I had a tough time standing still. Whatever. Nothing could stop me diving deep into his eyes from the edge of the desk. Not even how high I had to crane my neck once he'd returned to his full, extensive height.

"I'll see you Saturday, tiny."

Tiny... I shuddered. A momentary distraction from perfection. A moment that passed once he bumped a rough, yet soft fingerpad down to my nose tip.

"See you Saturday." I couldn't resist reaching out. His stomach hung right there. Pressing a paw against his pudge, even through his shirt, was a dream come true. Heavy, strong, but still doughy.

Watching Marek take huge, hip-rocking strides towards the door offered even more joy. This massive red panda, the 'panda I'd spent so long admiring, lusting over... was going on a date with me. "Can't wait!"

He glanced back from the door as warm and as striking as I'd ever seen him. I saw his thick-furred tail sweep one last time, chasing after him as he squeezed his hulking frame through the doorframe, leaving me alone to my thoughts...

"Yes!" I jumped, punched the air and swung myself all about the place. I cheered, hollered, not even knowing where I was rushing to. I couldn't hope to match Marek's strength or power, but even as a Maleni, skipping and slamming around, screaming, I was intent on letting this whole Visoka-sized desk beneath me know, "It's a date! A date! I can't believe--"

"Uhh, Sam?"

"Shit!" I froze, one arm mid-punch, the other grabbing the bottle from my smaller desk, ready to throw. "Um... Hey, Marek."

His mouth hung open, head poking back through the half-open door. "I guess we should swap numbers?"

"Right..." My cheeks went warm. I became the reddest, but still happiest, Visoka-dating 'panda in Vodaskal. "Yeah. Probably a good call."