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_ Cocktails _

Our bartender reappeared from beyond the crowd. The skunk's neat, stylish suit and shirt matched his fur. With that smooth, exotic accent, he served up, "Two more Springtime Sunrises. One Visoka, one Maleni."

"Thank you," Marek replied with a slight tipsy drone, waiting for his glass to be set down before pulling it closer. The deep orange cocktail stood taller than I did in its big, decorative glass.

"For you." The skunk lowered a finger to the smaller bar section I was parked at, balancing another tray on his pad. He gave me a moment to focus, steady my paw, and grab my own drink before pulling away again.

"Yeah thanks, dude."

The guy chuckled. I didn't get why. "No problem. Dude."

I watched him leave as fast as he'd arrived, his thick tail bouncing behind him as he approached another customer out of view. The crowd was growing fast, their collective voices rolling around like a roar, all while their bumping against the bar felt more like banging beneath my stool. Whatever. These fruity little numbers were a perfect distraction. Plus, I liked the way they were a similar colour to Marek. Mind you, tasty as they were, my big 'panda tasted even better.

"I think you've made a friend there," chimed Marek, nudging at my side before lifting his drink from beside me. "Should I be worried?"

"Ah give over." I swiped a paw through the air, snorting, peering up at him as he watched me from beyond his glass. "As if."

"I don't know..." He paused to take a sip, winking. "...I feel like I might have competition."

"Hon." I spun on my stool so fast that my head went fuzzy. Throwing my hands up at him had to wait until I'd caught my balance.

"Careful--"

"There's like... a million reasons why I'm not looking at anyone but my 'panda tonight."

"Oh?" He set his glass back down, licking stray drops of orange from his muzzle. "Give me a few."

"'kay... One, he's no red panda. Two, he's nowhere near as pretty as you. Three..."

"So, that's two." Marek smirked, folding his broad arms. "Somewhat flattering."

"Way more than two!"

"I'm not hearing any."

"I'm... think--" A hiccup took me by surprise, knocking me off balance again.

"I could tell you right now, without fail, why you're the 'panda for me."

I huffed, cleared my throat, and cut loose. "He didn't bring me on this holiday. He doesn't share his bed with me. He didn't carry me off to breakfast in his shirt this morning. He's not the one I love and..."

"Okay, okay." He ran a fingerpad between my ears. "I believe--"

"And hon, honestly, his butt doesn't hold a candle to yours."

Marek snorted so hard he damn near dropped his drink. "Okay, that--"

"Needs himself a good meal, too. He's not burying anyone with that flat excuse for a belly."

"Sam, okay, I got it." He leant down all the way to the bar, settling his glass and brushing my cheek with his nose. "That's more than enough for me."

We chuckled and chatted away together, and crowded busyness be damned, I gave him a few well-deserved licks on the underside of his muzzle. An electric party buzz crackled through the balmy air, helped along by every sip and swig of these sickly sweet cocktails. Maybe it was the booze, but... everything had this rich, super-intense colour to it. An air of... better. Just better. The poolside bar, the moonlit sky, and our hotel itself all seemed to shimmer and glow, flooding me with a sense of... satisfaction. The only thing that didn't and couldn't be improved, of course, was my Marek.

Seeing him in that red plaid shirt of his was always a treat, clinging so well to the wide curves of his hefty belly and those thick, muscular arms. Above, beyond the tuft of creamy fur peeking out from his collar, that neatly styled, turquoise-tinted headfur caught the glow from the lanterns hanging over the bar. It sparkled almost as much as the smile lifting his full, boyish white cheeks, curving and emphasising their cute, chocolate-coloured stripes.

"Sam?" Something pressed at my knee. Then again. It's only when it started up my leg that I realised it was Marek's fingerpad. "Did you hear me?"

"Hmm?" I shook myself aware. How long had I been drinking him in instead of my cocktail? "Wah?"

"I was asking..." His finger found my stomach, then my tail, twisting and twirling it. "Did you enjoy our trip into town today?"

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, it was way cool." My tail curled and squeezed around him. "Ruins were neat and... dinner at that restaurant looking out over the bay was fuckin' amazing."

Marek grinned, beaming his brightest yet. I was only too happy to crease his pretty green eyes even tighter. "Happy to hear it."

"Did you?"

"Of course!" He pressed his thumb down, threading my tail between the warmth of his comfortable pads. "I had a great time, too. A fantastic time."

Me and Marek spoke on and on, remembering and revisiting all the fun and adventure of our long, productive day in the summer sun. There was the trip into Glypoi and our romantic dinner together, followed by our return to the hotel for some a little relaxation on the beach. Once the sun started to set, we hit the gym for a quick session, working ourselves into a sweat before getting cleaned and dressed up smart for drinks under the moonlight. Of course, we had so much more to share and to speak about together while sucking down one fancy cocktail after the next. A fantastic night to cap an amazing day, if I did say so myself. And a night that just got better and better the longer it went on.

"This one mine, Mar--?" I hiccupped so hard I squeaked. They weren't coming like a surprise no more. "...Marek?"

"Obviously."

"Why obf... obv..." I needed real focus to turn those two swirling glasses into one again. "Obvious?"

"Because I think you'll have a tough time picking _mine_up."

My head went blank. Marek laughed. Did he tell a joke? The voices around us were just noise now. Hard to hear over. "...Wah?"

"Yes, sweetheart." His claw poked at my tailbase. Way good. Way good enough to make me wiggle my hips. "That glass is yours."

"Cool." I sat forward. Reached out. Shit. I missed?

"Sam," Marek grumbled. His finger whooshed past me. It stopped my drink dancing on the bar. "Are you okay?"

"I'm so, so good!" I looked up over my shoulder. My extra fuzzy, kinda hazy big 'panda wasn't smiling back. "Aww. You okay too?"

"Mhm."

His other paw moved past me. I followed it back to the bar. Oh! He had tissue between his fingers. "Did ya spill?"

"No, I didn't." He scoffed and shook his head, but finally, I got a smile! "I think we should make these drinks our last."

"Nah, no way! These... they're too good, hon."

"I don't--"

"And it, buh... my turn, yeah? To buy next."

"There's lots of sugar and all in these, though."

"And? Wassat gotta do with anything?"

"You'll need to go on an awful long run to work it off."

"Hon... look--" I turned to hold up a finger. But, while I went left, my stool went right. Everything else then raced sideways. "Woah!"

"Jeez." Marek threw out a paw. "Be careful."

"Huh?" I caught my balance. Corrected the scene around me. His palm kinda just... hovered. "...What?"

"You're gonna hurt yourself."

"Ah, I'm fine!" I nudged his finger. All that did was push _me_back onto my seat again. "And before... before you say, I'm not drunk."

"You_are_drunk."

"Not."

He huffed hard. The air got even hotter. "Are you kidding right now?"

"...Okay, maybe bit drunk? So?"

"So, be caref--"

"You're drunk, too!"

Marek's eyes narrowed. His ears were flat. "I'm not the one about to fall off his stool."

"Was an accident."

"I never said otherwise!" He rubbed his temple and shook his head. "Go drink some of your water and slow down."

"Wha... Water?"

"The water I got you with the last round." Marek groaned. The bar below me rumbled. "The water you haven't even touched yet."

With the help of his finger, I spun back to my smaller bar on top of the bigger one. That's when I saw the glass of water sitting next to my newest drink. "...Oh."

"Pfft. And there you were trying to claim you're not drunk."

"'kay... okay." There came another hiccup. I tried killing it with some of that mystery water. "...Fine. I'm drunk, but... not drunk as a skunk."

"Oh, stars above..."

"What?" I laughed. He grumbled. A poke at his finger on my side made him even louder. Right then, a black and white blur moved into view. Our barman. "See?"

"See what?"

I threw out my arm. Pointed. Right up at the skunk serving some lady in a red dress next to us. "Not drunk as that guy. Hah!"

Skunk dude stopped. Looked directly at me. Oh wow. He overheard me somehow? I reckon he smirked though. Yeah, yeah, he did... Least I think so. Problem was, trying to lift my head that high wasn't so easy with everything floating around. But right after, I heard him laugh! That I _could_tell. Kinda. I'd have seen and known for sure if him and that tail didn't bounce off to serve someone else.

"Keep it down." Something took my arm and pulled it down to my side. A brown finger and thumb. Marek's. "I don't want to get thrown out of here."

"Wah? What we getting thrown out for?" I turned to him again. Took it slow. That stopped my wobbly stool from falling over. "For what?"

"For you being wasted."

"Not wasted!"

My fuzzy 'panda plopped his cheek on his fist. "Could've fooled me."

"Don't believe?" He just puffed in reply. So, I kicked my stool away and sprang to my feet in one move.

"Sam, for gods'--"

"Look! Watch." Eyes forward, arms out, I walked forward. One step, two steps, three, then more. Perfect line. Easy. "Y'see?"

"Exactly."

"What?"

He grabbed my tail in two fingers. Stopped me dead. "That couldn't have been less straight if you tried."

"Pfft!"

"You can huff all you want, but a fact's a fact." I saw him picking up my stool with his other paw. Did he knock it over? "Just... settle down."

"I'd like to see you_get up on here and try it." I shook my hips. Got myself free. "End up crushing everything no time flat... Heh, _flat." Marek growled. His eyes were annoyed. I laughed anyway. "Actually, yeah, yeah, get on up here! Let's see how long it lasts--"

"Sam, shush." He tugged me back so fast that I went from standing on the bar to sitting on my stool like _that._Woah. "You're being a menace."

"Am not."

"Look..." His paw threw up a breeze as it rushed past me towards the Maleni bar. One finger nudged my cocktail away. Then it slid that water closer. "Just have your drink and chill out."

Marek was getting snappy. My heart hurt a bit... And my tail got cosy with the stool legs. My head went down, stomach twisting, paws grabbing each other in my lap. Everything got blurrier while his sigh hit me with heat. It only stopped once a cooler chuckle took over.

"Oh, little 'panda..." Marek's big finger pressed my back. His claw ran towards my tail. That helped unwind it from the stool. "What are we going to do with you, hmm?"

I could lift my head. Breathing came easier. I watched his paw move away to pick up his own drink, hating that I mighta pissed off my 'panda. So, using the bar for support, I looked up at him to say sorry while he sipped. I didn't get the chance. Not before he smirked behind his big orange cocktail and said, "A few drinks and you're hammered. Lightweight."

"Not a lightweight," I mumbled into my chest.

"You are." His claw poked my chin. Then it lifted my head back up towards Marek's cute round cheeks. "A very cute one, admittedly."

"Well..." I wrapped my hands around his finger. That way I could rub him and hold him while my stool got wobbly again. "Can't all be... hev... heavyweights like you, Marek, can we?"

He rolled his eyes, cheeks perking even higher as his attention shifted towards enjoying the rest of his drink. Water or not, I figured I'd grab a glass and do the same.

Something went smash. It cut through the air so loud that it stopped the noise at the bar. The red-dressed Visoka lady next to us looked towards it. Same as everyone else. I had to wait for Marek to lean over and do the same before I could tell what was up... Even if I had to get up from my seat to see past the belly still blocking most of my view.

Past his pretty plaid wall, I managed to focus enough to spot some... leopard I think? Or maybe a lynx. Whatever they were, they weren't happy, clinging onto an empty, dripping tray. Unhappy became embarrassed once they looked over from their poolside table. Guess a whole bar of folk watching them'll do that. Especially with a bunch of smashed up glasses scattering the floor next to them. Someone cheered. Someone else laughed. I snorted ugly. Lucky for me that dude had an entire crowd distracting him.

Things settled a little while after. Someone working the bar headed out to sweep up the mess, cueing most everyone else to turn back to their own business. Maybe it was the sea air, maybe it was the sipping on water and not a cocktail for that last little while, but turning around and walking back to my seat came easier. The bar was less shaky and everything on top of it, like Marek's glass next to me and my stool ahead, were swirling around way slower. My hiccups had stopped, too. All in all, I only almost lost my balance once. Right before something grabbed me. Wrapped me up. Yanked me backwards. "What the--!?"

I couldn't move. My arms were totally trapped against my sides. Breathing got tougher while the whole bar moved down and away. Below my knees, my legs were free to kick and stomp away at the air. Fat lotta good that did.

I sensed something closing in from behind. The warm air became hot, soon blasting into my neckfur. A quiet moan hit my ears. I turned my dizzy head as best I could. Only far enough to see a white-furred snout coming down right on top of me. "Mar--!"

It hit my cheek firmly but... delicately. Pushed my head into a soberingly strong tilt away while the rest of me went stiff. From my ear to my neck, a huge, damp, fruit-flavoured smooch sucked at the side of my face. It lasted so long that for a moment, I forgot where I was. But, no matter how sudden or how hard it hit, no matter how drunk I mighta been, as his thick, booze-tinged scent invaded every part of me, I could never mistake who those loving lips belonged to. Heh. I didn't even try to call out and complain. Why would I? In fact, while my body loosened, one part of me just got stiffer. I refused to be outdone, tugging myself around and pushing forward, slipping my muzzle between Marek's sweet, sticky lips to smooch back even harder. Too bad that seemed to be what snapped my big 'panda back into life.

"Wh--? Oh!" Marek's jaw dropped. He hauled me away. Eased his hold. "Sorry, Sam."

"Don't be--"

"I thought you were my glass." His paw opened completely, tilting to become a palmpad seat. "Don't know how--"

"And_I'm_one who's wasted."

He rubbed my arm with a finger, ears low. "Hope I wasn't too--"

"Why'd ya stop?"

Marek went quiet. He pressed both paws together, cupping them into a wider, cosier place to sit. "...I just said--"

"'Cos I sure weren't complaining." I licked my lips. The sweetness of his own remained. Grunting was the least I could do as I tasted him all over again. "So good."

He searched around the bar area. I joined in. Just like I expected, no-one around us gave a single solitary damn about what we were up to. Their own drinks and conversations were their whole world. Just like how the big 'panda leaning down towards me was mine.

"Try not to get turned on out here," he said into my ear, flicking it with his nose tip. "Hard as that might prove to be for you."

I chuckled, no, cackled at the suggestion, softening hard-on or not. "Damn will be if ya keep kissing me so well."

Marek shared in the laughter. Perfect opportunity, I thought, to grab the sides of his pretty, semi-blurry snout to see how well my kisses would compare.

"Not here." He nudged me away with the softest nose bump. "Way too crowded."

"No fucker 'round here gives a damn."

"We will, if we get in trouble for public indecency."

"Serious? For kissing?"

"No. For making out in front of about thirty pe--"

"Since when'd _you_care 'bout that kinda... indi... indecency?"

"Since we landed in Damaras--"

"Kissing... my gods. The... slap on the wrist'll be worth it for me. Ain't no prude."

He scoffed. "Well we can't all be happy to do things like head to breakfast naked."

I scoffed harder. Batting his nose got a snort right back. "I wasn't naked."

"Close enough."

"Your fault anyway. Getting me stuck to your belly like ya did."

"Yes, because rolling over in my sleep was deliberate, of course. Plus, it wouldn't have happened if you weren't fooling around down there."

"Oh, well, _sorry_for wanting to cuddle this morning."

There came his hazy smirk. "Apology accepted."

"Guh...! Oh you... big... 'panda!"

He laughed loudly and truly. The size of his warm, tight, one-pawed hug into his muzzle got me grunting and nuzzling back at him. "Guilty as charged."

"Let's finish up then. Get done."

"Now?"

"Yeah!" I scritched my claws through his fur. "You're the one saying I've had enough."

"You have--"

"And I think I want something sweeter than these cocktails now."

"Oh, stars above."

"What?"

Marek eased me away, shaking his head. His eyes creased kindly beyond his view-filling snout. "I'll forgive you that horrendous attempt at eroticism if you admit you're wasted."

"Bah." I tried to push my giant 'panda away. No use, of course. "Just... lemme go finish my drink. Then you can get us back to the room, hon.

His eyes loosened. Shone bright for me. A wink forced my heart to skip a beat. "That sounds good to me."

Downing my last cocktail in record time was well worth the all-new wave of fuzzy-headedness. A boozy buzz raced all the way to the tips of my toes and the tops of my ears. It made flopping back off my barstool into Marek's waiting paws way easier. There, I sprawled out wide, pressed safe and secure to my 'panda's broad chest, peering up to admire the bottom of his handsome muzzle. Above, the stars and the sky were spinning and messy and I didn't much care. I had Marek to look at the whole way across the pool area after all, not to mention on the walk through the hotel back to our room. As we made our way up the stairs to our floor, the busyness of the day started to hit. My eyes got heavy... But I had to remind myself of my even heavier 'panda! Gods, it'd been such a great day with Marek, yet another success on this vacation of ours, but my thoughts kept on returning to what I woke up to that morning... No question, I had to keep myself awake, and I _absolutely_had to get myself pinned and pressed into that sexy stomach of his again.

Back in the privacy of our big, swanky suite room, I could finally wrap myself around Marek properly. He'd crashed down atop our luxury-sized double bed, forcing out rumbling creaks and groans the way that only he could. I almost missed them echoing in my ears, flicking as they were from the long, deep, heartracing kisses we couldn't wait to share.

"Holding on tight enough there, little 'panda?" Marek sang, easing me away from his muzzle tip with a loving finger to my chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," I muttered, falling forward again once he allowed it. "No chance I'm letting you get away."

He chuckled softly, stroking the bare fur of my legs straddling his snout. "That's me told."

"Yeah!" I grabbed him again, wiggling to get even more comfy in my seat within his thick chestfur. "Not done with you yet."

He sank deeper into his pillow as we shared ourselves again. My muzzle slipped down easily between his delicious lips, finding the slick tip of his dancing tongue. In return, Marek kissed in perfect time with me, blasting my head clear of its haze, grunting as we demonstrated our love for one another. As intense and as incredible as our affections were, Marek still found a way to heighten the sensation with every round. His blunt claw pressing at my back soon began circling my tailbase, sending my breathing trembling as hard as the bed had from his landing. Every part of me seemed to become hyperaware, experiencing every one of those slow, deliberate touches in vivid detail. He left me no choice but to squeeze him closer still, stroke between his twitching whiskers, and press my hips to the underside of his muzzle. Man, how terrible would I have felt if I'd passed out and missed out on all this?

We carried on in tandem for ages, Marek beneath me while I rode pride of place atop his chest. Sleepiness wasn't an option. A second wind of sobriety helped me keep up with his every movement, following his muzzle to keep my lips locked to his. Taste, touch, sight, smell: the entirety of my world was my big 'panda. I couldn't remember the last time we'd made out for so long, and as mind-blowing as our marathon run was... I wanted more. Much more. More from Marek, and more from myself to offer back to him. With one final tail-swaying kiss, I tore my muzzle from his, smiling down into those pretty green eyes watching on.

"Everything okay?" he asked, soothing and mellow.

"All good." I licked my lips to find the last of him. "Never better."

"Great." His finger petted my calf, soon running up to the bottom of my thigh. "Same for me."

"I know how we can make things ever greater, though."

"Oh?" His turquoise-tipped ears perked. "How so?"

I gave my answer by unbuttoning my shirt, then my shorts, slipping off the former to expose my fur to the cool of the room and the heat of his breath. Both sensations had me shivering.

"Comfy?"

"Mhmm." I couldn't get back to him fast enough, shuddering harder still from the touch of his muzzle against my chest and stomach. His sneaky lick forced me to gasp, then to offer my own at his nose tip. "How 'bout you get comfy, too?"

Marek's smirk brushed my fur as it spread. "I'm pretty comfy as I am right now."

Grabbing paws aside, I managed not to react. I should have expected as much from my sweet, playful jerk of a 'panda. "You could get comfier."

"You think?"

"I know."

"Thick pillow. Soft bed. A little 'panda resting against my muzzle." His cold nose nuzzled at my chest and chin. "I fail to see how I can top this."

"But there's so much 'panda still wrapped up in those tight clothes..." I moaned out loud, unable to keep it inside. Picturing what I wanted from him got my crotch stirring even more than our kissing had, forcing it up against my shorts and into Marek's chin. A dead giveaway. "...I'd love to see it all let loose."

"Would you now?"

"Mmm..." I pressed forward, wiggling my hips to both shake my shorts loose and to grind my sensitive self firmer. "I'd love to have it all on top of me as well."

He laughed through his nose. The vibrations against my freed boxers just turned me on even more. "Horny 'panda is horny. Who'd have ever guessed it?"

"Can you blame me?" I threw my arms tighter around his muzzle, leaning down to replay some highlights from our make out session. "Mmf... I've got eyes, don't I?"

Marek took the deepest breath, round cheeks lifting and eyes creasing from the strength of his smile. His lick at my chin lifted my soul and my hopes... but then, nothing. He lay there in bed, watching me. Waiting. Thinking? In turn, I was left to rest too, stroking and scritching through his tender muzzlefur. I opened my mouth to offer a penny for his thoughts, but Marek beat me to the punch.

"As much as I adore burying you, sweetheart, it might be best if we just snuggle up and get some sleep..." He broke into an eye-watering yawn, warming everything from my neck to my stomach. "...It's been a long and busy day."

"Yeah, but... It's barely midnight."

"...We've been awake since seven."

"We_are_on holiday."

"I know..." Marek offered another, slower lick. His gentle claw rubbed at my ear fuzz. "Maybe we can play tomorrow, when you--we're... fresher."

"I'm fine!" I clung tight to him, shaking the end of his muzzle as best I could. "More than fine. Don't wanna sleep yet... Unless you're sleeping on top of me."

His huffing sigh turned my fur hot. "You and your thirstiness are hard work sometimes."

"Worth it, though."

I both heard and felt Marek's comeback get stuck in his throat. He went quiet. The clawing stopped. His paw shifted to gather me up from his muzzle, pulling me away to see the full size of his smile. "Then I suppose it's time for me to put some more work in."

Success! I grabbed both sides of his palm, leaning past it to watch him slowly unbutton and expose his wonderful vast landscape of a body. The creamy tufts of fur in the valley of his chest came first, soon followed by that orange-bordered brown mountain of a belly practically bursting from between his powerless plaid shirt. My tail swept and wrapped around his wrist as we moved together towards that wobbling furry peak, following the thicker line of fur running down its centre, widening into a forest of fuzz that surrounded his navel. It's there that we started to lower, but godsdamn, I couldn't resist rolling over to avoid the wait.

"Sam," Marek grumbled.

"Am okay," I called the instant I landed atop all that sweet-smelling softness. "Your enor... enormon... err, your big belly broke my fall."

"Did it now?"

"Uhuh." With kicking legs and scrambling arms, I scooted to the centre of his thickest patch of fur. "Only risk was bouncing off it."

"Big. Enormous. Bouncing. You know, you could get a guy feeling body conscious with all that talk."

"Oh please." I found his navel with my muzzle, nuzzling into his bushy fur to kiss at its doughy dimpled border. "You know I love it."

"Mmm... I do," Marek mumbled, descending into a quiet chuckle. I looked up to find what I could of his happy face beyond this sprawling brown landmass. "And me?"

"Oh, hon..." With one final smooch, I crawled further, lining up my hips to push myself into that softest centre of his belly. "I love you... almost as much."

He shook with laughter, stomach sloshing, reenacting a sharp quake. "Okay. That's about done it."

"Has it--? Woah!" Marek started to move. Everything beneath me wobbled harder. Tilted. Forced me to cling to whatever I could and hold on tight.

"If you love it so much, then why don't you get yourself even closer..."

Gravity got stronger. White sheets replaced brown fur beneath me. Marek's whole belly shifted hard once he'd rolled onto his side, rumbling and reshaping as it grew and spread further across the bed. My big 'panda resembled the biggest, hottest cliffside, blocking off the whole of the room beyond him. He'd soon be blocking out even more.

My grip on him loosened. My legs fell away as he kept on going. Marek would offer a helping paw to keep me from falling... but only long enough for my whole world to come crashing down upon me.

I sank deep into a well-placed pillow, but sank even deeper into my Marek. His massive brown stomach slowly steamrolled me, snatching away my paw, arm, shoulder, then the rest. The sheer weight of my 'panda was incredible, more than enough to drive a deep divot into the bed beneath us. The springs sank and squealed. I gasped and groaned. My cock jumped fully to attention, doing everything it could to get out of my boxers and force its own divot into so much intoxicating, quicksand-like bulk.

"There," I heard him call, voice majorly muffled by so much heavy 'panda pudge pouring around my stranded self. "Now you're properly reacquainted."

I didn't have a hope in hell of forcing out a comeback. All I could do was nuzzle, kiss and grind at my ocean of a prison, cock tingling, fizzing even as I bucked the best I could at the soft, fuzzy slope into his navel, delving deeper and deeper with every thrust. I didn't need any help to show Marek my love for him, but of course, he'd offer it up anyway.

The pressure eased just a touch, cool air seeping in as that thick belly lifted from the creaking mattress, snatching me away along with it. He'd squashed and smothered me so well that I'd found my own place within his softness, able to feel his strong abs flexing deep within. Getting stuck to my big, beautiful 'panda was never anything but a mega turn on.

As soon as the whole world lifted, it all came thumping right back down again. Marek let his hips drop hard, ploughing into the bed with such force that I think the damn thing jumped. The rocking mattress cratered with a screeching to rival steel beams buckling, totally outmatched by my Marek's hefty belly squishing and spreading all over again. My rock-hard shaft found itself at the epicentre of all that pounding, hammered hard into his perfectly fitting navel. The deeper he drove me, the tighter he got, sending me shaking and shuddering to match everything else around us. Fuck. I had no choice but to thrust into him as best I could once the pressure eased again. But even as Marek lifted himself, the weight of his hanging stomach alone still made most movement impossible. Not that I'd have long to wait for most to become all once he came thudding back down once again.

That same pattern repeated over and over. A hard hump of my hips was rewarded with an even heavier pounding back down at them. Panting, whining, I grabbed two big pawfuls of Marek's endless paunch, using it to buck my hardest, grunting from the sparking in my crotch and the irresistible force behind his bed-threatening descents.

Still, as much of an event it was for my big 'panda to throw his mighty self around, leaving me little option but to show his sexy belly my love, something was off. The movement in Marek's hips slowed. His crashing didn't hold the same intensity. Bizarrely, while smooshed deep into his belly, having my way with it in the process, I saw fit to growl out a breathless call to ask, "What's... wrong?"

He smothered me with another half-hearted, bed-trembling flop before growling out a reply. "Nothing."

"You're... holding back."

His huge hips raised up high... but only came down as he flumped back into a kneel. "This isn't enough for you?"

"Not as hard as usual." I caught my breath, struggling to wiggle free from his flab and fur. The scent of Marek's stomach was replaced by Marek-tinged air as I peered up at him. "I'm not wrong."

"Didn't say you were."

"So? What's up?"

He rumbled out a sigh, shaking the both of us with a paw thrown to his side. "Sam. I am _not_going full out with you how you are right now."

"How I am?"

"Yes."

"And how _am_I?"

"Drunk."

"Am not!"

He growled through his clenched jaw. "We've had this conversation."

We had? "...Well, I'm not!"

"Oh really?" My fur tugged at my own chest as I finally began to peel away from him. He had a paw waiting to press and keep me and my sticky shaft close. "Slurring your words for fun, are you?"

"Huh?" Raised brow aside, I got no response. "Yeah... well... _you're_drunk, too."

"Again, not as bad--"

"It's you who figured I was your drink at the bar."

He spluttered, then said, "That was _your_fault."

"How?"

"You walked past my glass right when I was reaching for it."

"And still it took 'til you were doing an indecency to notice you'd missed."

Marek's snout started to crease. I heard his tail lash over the bed. "If I'm so drunk, then all the more reason to be caref--"

"Look, I'm fine!" I dug my feet into his stomach, grabbing two more handfuls of him to haul myself upwards. "Honest!"

"Sure you are..."

Climbing my mountain went well for a moment. Until I lost my footing. Marek's paw refused to let me slip far. "I feel way better... better than at the bar."

"So what's next?" He tightened his grip. His hold became a hug. "Walking another not-so-straight line to help prove it?"

His comfortable pressure had me. I couldn't resist a grunt and grope at his girth. "...I'd prefer if you just squashed me some more."

"You would?"

"Yeah."

"I'm shocked. Really."

"Oh, come on..." I planted a smooch, nuzzling at his navel. A slow hip grind eased myself free from my pre-soaked boxers. Gods, having my bare, tender skin rubbing against his bellyfur felt like heaven. "Come show a little 'panda like me what a big, strong mountain of one can _really_do."

That's when Marek's hug became a squeeze. I jolted hard as he forced me back into his bulk, a harsh, roaring growl soon starting me squirming. "You should be careful what you wish for, little 'panda. Even when I was holding back, I still had you so utterly helpless... humping for all you were worth."

My ears splayed out as I hid my face in his fur. A delicate clawing above my tailbase demanded a push back at it. "...M-Maybe."

"Definitely," he gruffed, rocking me harder. "Just imagine what I'd do if I_really_went to town on you and this room. Both completely at my mercy... powerless... passengers along for the ride."

A squeak forced itself free while my aching shaft begged to get back to work. "Wanna watch it, hon... you'll wake the whole hotel up."

"Pfft." Marek started to sway, sloshing his stomach like the hottest waterbed. His scent got stronger, wafting in from beyond his clamping paw. The slapping of elastic below gave away its source. "No, sweetheart. I'll _shake_the whole hotel up."

"F-Fuck." My hips hurled themselves forward, carving the smallest, sticky trench into my giant 'panda's belly folds. "Guess we can kiss the room deposit goodbye."

"Pah. Get me worked up enough..." His finger twisted my tail into a spool. A gentle tug pulled me away and into his paw. "...and we might be kissing the whole neighbourhood goodbye."

Marek tested the bed once more, toppling over onto paws and knees, hovering above the flattened pillow that'd taken the brunt of his crushing flops. With teasing, tempting swings of his broad hips, he freed himself from his briefs completely. Marek had kept me close that whole time, but soon, I found myself on the move. I don't know if it was him or me, but everything slowed to a crawl. More and more of his sagging stomach passed overhead, fur thickening until we made it to the humid heat of his huge underbelly. The sheer strength of his nose-tingling musk hit me hard. Had me squirming, moaning, stiffening. It went so far as to get me dizzy. I couldn't get pressed against him quick enough.

A faceful of fuzz flooded my senses as I plunged into him, parting his bulk, only for it to circle around and pull me deeper. The further I went, the more the pressure grew. Enough for Marek to loosen his paw and let his gut do all the work. I knew he'd never let me fall. Especially when I felt the tip of his hot, throbbing cock sliding over my thighs to press firm against my butt. Godsdamn. I threw my hips back against it, upping the force that stretched most of the distance between them. My tail swayed faster, brushing against and wrapping around my 'panda's tree-like shaft. His sharp shudder and throaty groan were my reward... but Marek was just getting started.

We raced on down together, thudding hard into the pillow that'd taken so much punishment. The mattress itself hadn't had an easy ride either, but jeez, after my complaining about him holding back, Marek made damn sure he'd cut loose without restraint.

Locked up tight by his rippling bulk, the noise of his belly battering the bed rolled out more like a deep, distant boom. Everything around me shifted, bulging and folding, pulling me this way and that. I kissed and nosed at whatever I could, but I didn't have a hope in hell of pumping my hips to properly show my appreciation. No matter. The power behind Marek's impacts did all the work for us. Up he rose, down he thundered, never failing to find a way to escalate the force even further, pulling us together into the super-hot, fast-sobering, seismic smothering we both knew and loved.

Marek's huge barge of a body plummeted over and over, smashing the bed into harsh, submissive cries of complaint while the whole room jumped with every devastating impact. Literally. Amid the fat-muffled rumbling, my ears flicked to the skittering and jittering all around us; the chorus of anything and everything not bolted down jumping from the crashing weight of my 'panda.

"Heh, whoops," he said, hauling himself up after a particularly heavy hip drop. "We almost knocked the lamp off the side table with that one."

"Gods," I gasped into his underbelly, dampening his fur with my leaking arousal. "You're so... big."

"Oh, you know it," he sang, readying himself to punish the room yet again. "And so does everyone else here."

From time to time, Marek would take a moment to settle amid the chaos. A break for him wouldn't mean one for me, though. And I couldn't have been happier about it. Even after he'd tugged me free from his fur, the breathtaking heat of his underbelly never left. In fact, it came on stronger, helped along by his chest-wide shaft pulsing against me, forcing me back against the base of that fuzzy brown mountainside. The air grew thick, swampy, fully-loaded with his powerful scent. It only added to the thrill of wrapping my arms around his girth, licking and sucking at his slick, bittersweet head.

Sucking led to grinding. Grinding led to frotting. I pushed Marek on while Marek pushed me on. The groans and moans we worked out between us echoed around our room. And that was just the first pass.

We repeated that cycle again and again, no letting up. Once we'd got done grinding our hips in time, Marek saw fit to throw the entirety of his weight around and bury me in his bulk all over again. When we'd punished the bed and the floorboards enough, he eased to let me get my muzzle around his increasingly sticky cock tip. It'd have to end eventually, but good gods, we could have rumbled the room all night long, and I'd have never got enough.

Tongue lolling, sucking down air, utterly exhausted from his onslaught, I dragged myself into a sprawl across the pancaked pillow Marek had settled me atop. The drunken haze I'd spent most of the evening under had cleared, replaced instead by a dense, lustful daze. Marek stayed close, down on his knees, sheltering me beneath his underbelly. With each panting breath, he grew even larger, spreading across and sagging deeper between his solid calves and enormous thighs, resisted only by the strength of his visibly beating, pre-soaked cock. I couldn't help reaching up and towards him, tempted way too hard by the allure of his burly brown balls. A rub turned into a grope. From there, the only place to go was to say screw it and shove my snout deep into his fuzzy softness. His thick musk hammered my nostrils. Then, his weighty balls hammered me as my passion drew a shudder from my big 'panda. Seriously, how could I do anything but grab my own desperately thumping cock and start pumping?

"Hey now, little 'panda," Marek sang, shifting and tilting. I pulled myself from his fur just in time to see his finger reach for my arm and guide me away from my crotch. "Why in the world would you want to do that... when you've got all of me to play with?"

The bed groaned yet again. Crackled, too. Sounded like Marek might've snapped something. Damn. That just had me wanting to get myself off even more.

"Nuh-uh..." His soft touch denied me again, taking my arm between finger and thumb while, surely, the entire hotel shook with his every lumbering movement. "Not like that."

"Then how?" I mumbled, cock jolting, well and truly ready for liftoff.

"You tell me." The cover of his underbelly retreated, only to be replaced by his bright smile as he leaned down to plant a soft, soothing kiss on my stomach. Those magical green eyes kept a watch on me, putting me under their spell as he whispered, "Where do you want to finish?"

I focused all the energy I had left to lean up and grab his snout as it threatened to lift away. A peck at his lip added a wonderful creasing above his happy round cheeks. "I want another cocktail..." I kissed him again. Deeper. "My cock... and your tail."

Marek snorted hard enough that little of my fur remained unruffled. I thought for a moment I'd earned another kiss, but instead, his talented tongue took a quick tour of my crotch. "You mentioned that at breakfast. Exactly how much further are you planning on stretching that joke?"

"As lon--ahh!" I squirmed so hard that I lost my grip on him. Not that he had a problem following me down to toy with me some more. "As long as you keep laughing, hon."

"That's fair." Another body-rocking lick at my damp, drooling shaft complete, Marek bumped his nose to my chin. "Another _cocktail_it is."

Straight up, watching, feeling my big 'panda heave his gigantic self onto his front almost finished me off right there and then. His wide, round butt offered too much temptation to turn down at the best of times. Doubly so once I had a front row seat to its neverending rippling and wobbling. From between his knees, those plump cheeks resembled two steep, orange-trimmed brown hills, rising beyond thighs bulging with so much fat and muscle. It all framed his heavy balls perfectly, even if being surrounded by all that thickness somehow made them look less than huge. Above, the matching coloured stripes of his massive tail swayed invitingly, brushing over a deep, cock-achingly sexy valley. Fuck. Just... fuck, my Marek was just too... "Fuck."

That started him chuckling, which in turn sent him bouncing and shifting even harder. "You okay back there?"

The haze in my head had thickened into a fog. Drunk, horny, sleepy: I couldn't remember my last thought that hadn't stemmed from one of the three. I yawned out loud. A quick tug at my sticky self didn't help relieve things. "...You make that look so good."

"Planning on lying there and admiring it all night?" He shook his hips and swished his tail. The whole of his vast self trembled hard while the bed below shook even harder. "...Or are you gonna come have some fun?"

"Gods..." My cock was ready to explode, I swear. Arms stiff and heavy, I battled through the fog to scramble across the bedcovers. My climb up onto the back of Marek's knee should have finished in record time. A first failed attempt to get my limbs to cooperate meant reality hit different. "Don't gotta... ask me twice."

Once I'd dragged myself onto him, crawling up the back of Marek's thigh didn't prove any easier, even with my very large, very round prize permanently fixed in sight. A fair bit of time had passed since he'd stopped flopping on and smothering me, but damn it if I wasn't still dealing with the aftermath. Yeah, it might've forced most of the booze from my brain for a time, but it couldn't get it outta my system for good. Plus, as if all that liquid goodness coming back wasn't enough of a treat, the headache that joined it spoilt me rotten. Thump, thump, thump, again and again in my skull... I preferred Marek's rendition way more.

But, against it all, I pushed away from his fuzzy bulk and forced myself up onto shaky feet, hoping two paws might get me to those seductive cheeks faster than four. Cheeks presented all the more openly with Marek holding his tail to one side for me. My 'panda was a mountain I'd gained plenty of experience climbing, but I couldn't remember the last time, if ever, I'd faced so much opposition in the process.

Marek's softness had my feet sinking into him like quicksand. Every step, soft as I tried to keep them, found their way right down to the solid muscular bedrock. At the same time, all those cocktails were coming back to kick my tail harder and harder. Like keeping balance wasn't tough enough. Shit, I was back trying to walk that line on the bar, but ten times worse.

"Come on, little 'panda," Marek cooed. "I can't keep you away usually." He put some rhythm into his hips. Some jiggle into his bulk. That didn't exactly help me much.

I started to sway. My feet shuffled and stamped this way and that. Throwing out my arms didn't find my balance. In fact, somehow, doing that threw away even more. Something caught my foot. My tail frizzed. Nothing more of me had a chance to react before I lost sight of Marek's magical butt. "Wah!"

Time slowed. Brown and orange became white. Patterned. Bedsheets. Air blew against my facefur. Then my paws, too. The sheets rose. They gave my snout, and my crotch, the most eye-watering wallop as white went black.

"Sam?" The mattress creaked. Its sagging almost pulled me along with it. "Are you okay?"

I tried to lift myself to find Marek. The bed held me too strong. "...Yeah."

"What happened?"

"...Fell."

"Gathered that." Everything rattled and rolled some more. My tail flitted as something pressed at its tip. It settled down once pressing turned to stroking. "You sure you're okay?"

I gave him a grunt that almost sounded positive. Even in the dark, I couldn't escape the fog. "Bed's soft."

Marek moved some more. His full weight made one hell of a racket. My head got floaty. Wishy washy. The covers that'd caught me _were_soft. Warm, too. Comfy. I wanted to push myself back up, but my body had other plans. My eyes got super heavy. Heavier than my head. Heavier than Marek, even... Maybe.

He might've said something. It might've been his paws that wrapped around my sides. I couldn't tell you for sure. The blackness that'd caught me... never went away...

I tore my eyes open. Winced at their soreness. Weird, spinning angles coloured gloomy grey greeted me. Silence filled the room, a dull ringing in my ears aside. Focus came slowly, but when it did, those angles turned to shapes. Shapes eventually to objects. The ceiling fan was the first I could piece together, spinning despite not being turned on. The gloom remained. My soreness got worse.

"Guh." I flipped onto my front, burying my face, and the rest of me, into a pillow. Marek's. I'd lost the bedcovers along the way, but I still felt baking hot. My mouth was like a desert. Even with my eyes forced closed, I could still see, and feel the spinning. My head wasn't happy, and it made damn sure to let me know about it.

Something stabbed the inside of my skull. Then again. Throbbing. Eyes open, closed, it didn't matter. The pain refused to quit. Only shoving my face deeper into the pillow seemed to soothe things even a little, but that just opened up space for my stomach to give me a hard time, too. Up and down it went, even though I was keeping totally flat and still. My tail hid itself into the gap between my legs. Shit... I was straight up dying.

Gurgling out my discomfort, I tilted my head to get myself some air, daring to open my eyes again. That's when the aching and spinning kicked themselves up to another level. My very own personal end of the world. I wanted to puke, but that thought just made me sicker. "Argh, gods, oh... my fuckin' head, dude."

Something pressed at my side. Cold and smooth. The pillow started to shift, I think. Not that I could tell past the spinning. "I was wondering what state you'd be in once you finally woke up."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Even Marek's sweetness hurt my ears, and the rest of me by extension. Burying my muzzle again only helped dull the pain.

"Suppose things got a little messier than expected last night." He settled something else on me. Rough and leathery. A fingerpad. It pressed into my back and stroked slow circles. I reckon it should've felt good. In any case, I preferred that kind of attention compared to the other two fingers he used to roll me onto my side.

"Buh..." I squeezed my painful eyes tighter, throwing the back of my paw to them to make sure they stayed shut. "Ugh. What you doing!?"

"Trying to make you feel better." His fussing continued. The soft heat of his breath crept closer, until I could feel his snout right there in front of me. "Take it easy, sweetheart."

Take it easy... No amount of easiness would've stopped my head banging like a damn kick drum. My tail curled itself around my legs. Every exhale came with a groan. None of that stopped Marek's persistent petting.

"Is this helping?" He pressed harder at my back, sliding me across the pillow. I cracked my eyes open a moment before my blurry, wavy 'panda bumped his nose into my stomach.

Helping? Not really... but if I was gonna feel like I'd been hit by a truck, I might as well have been cosy while suffering. "...What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... I don't remember getting into bed." I paused for air. Talking too long made my head even more unhappy. "Or much else, actually."

"Ah..." Marek teased my tail away from me with a finger. His eyes stayed as soft as the rest of him. "Well, what happened was you passed out pretty much the second you hit the bed... after falling off me." A light snort breezed through my fur. "Pretty impressive that you went from horny to sleepy as fast as you did."

My thoughts felt like a jigsaw that someone had kicked the table out from under. It took a moment of watching Marek's creasing eyes for a few of the pieces to fall back into place. Unfortunately. "Ugh... Gods, I remember."

"What's up?"

"Embarrassing." I shoved my face against the top of his snout. "Sorry..."

"What for?"

"Got you all worked up and then... I'm sorry."

"It's not a big deal," he insisted, gently, trying to prod me out of hiding. "It's not like I couldn't handle that myself."

I growled into his short fur. "That's worse."

"It really isn't. Calm down." That prodding grew into poking. Marek rewarded me with a slow lick under the chin once I gave in. "We can have some more fun together another time. Ideally when you're not resembling death warmed up."

I started to groan, until a sudden retch slammed me hard. My throbbing head got even worse. The spinning, too. I hid myself with Marek again. "Fuck. Help me. Please."

"Aww... What do you need?"

"...New head."

"Well now, I don't think _that's_something I can arrange..." With two fingers against my shoulder blades, he eased me back down to a mangled sprawl atop the pillow. "But maybe I can go grab you some breakfast from what's left of the buffet? What feels like something you could eat right now?"

"Eat? Guh, I... I dunno." I rolled onto my side, knees tucking. Not even the damn fetal position could help me not feel like a train wreck. "Not sure... My stomach's in bits. Last thing I want's something coming right back up again."

"Something greasy usually helps me battle a hangover. I know you're not too keen on that sort of--"

"I'll take _anything_that stops my godsdamned head from melting."

Marek chuckled, leaning down to warm the air, and me, with a kiss at my cheek and neck. "I'll go get you some water."

Returning his kiss was beyond me. A swiped stroke at his chin would have to do. "Thanks, hon."

I kept myself as still as possible, hoping it might do something to help the soreness, the sickness, and the everything else. It didn't, of course, but what in the hell else could I do to try and ease the pain?

To his credit, Marek did his best to help me, too, slowly heaving himself up off the bed with as little shaking as he could manage. With a kind, sympathetic smile, he looked back down at me, tugging his t-shirt down around the rest of his belly. The calm in our room lasted maybe a second or two longer... right up until he started his way over to the kitchen area.

I should have loved watching my big, broad 'panda go, turning a simple walk into a headline show as only he could. His swaying love handles jiggled with each step, fighting to squeeze their way back out from under his shirt. Not to be outdone, his butt bounced along in unison, making the most of the real estate in those snug-fitting shorts. Too bad that all came as a result of Marek's extra-loud, extra-intense stomps, battering my head until the throbbing worsened into booming. I flopped onto my front, buried my face in the pillow. Mercifully, that relentless stomping would stop soon after. The noise on the other hand, well, that was just beginning.

A glass clanked down to the counter. Water roared out of the tap, blasting into the sink. Pulling my ears down flatter couldn't quiet any of it down. But, somehow, somewhere, a thought sparked amid all the suffering, remembering how Marek had referred to 'what's left of the buffet'. That left me needing to ask, "Wait... what time is it?"

"Uh... Just after ten."

"Ten!?" I peered out at him from my hideaway. "It was like... midnight when...?" Next, I lifted my head. For a moment anyway. "Ugh..."

"Just rest up." Marek started back towards the bed with yet more hammering steps intent on cutting right through me. I came so close to barking out at him to keep quiet... stopped only by his handsome, cheek-lifting smile appearing overhead. "Poor little 'panda."

I rolled back over, gulping a huge, dry lump back down my barren wasteland of a throat. Even that made me queasy. "...I know."

"I have to say... This isn't all bad."

"Huh? Ain't nothing good about how I'm feeling."

"Oh, I'm sure." Marek's sweet smile shifted towards a smirk. "But for me, it's a plus in that I've finally found a way to stop you waking up horny." Not finished there, his smirk grew into a grin. "We'll have to do it more often."

"Not a fucking chance."

He snorted out a laugh, bending down to offer me my water. His thumb and finger kept on blurring, wobbling harder and harder the closer they got. Getting my aim right and taking the glass from between them wouldn't be easy. Also... somehow, I'd have to make myself sit up somehow first. Damn.

"It's fine," I said. "Just... go put it on the side or something."

"No, come on." Something slipped behind my shoulder. Then the other. I risked the pain to turn and find Marek's paw helping me away from the pillow. "You need to drink something."

"Unf..." I knew he was right, but that wouldn't make it any easier. "Just gimme a sec!"

"Take two," he rallied back, calm and gentle. "No rush."

Grabbing that glass proved pretty simple once Marek practically pressed it into my chest. He hovered there, still supporting me with his other paw, waiting for me to gulp down as much water as my unstable stomach would allow. Half the glass was a good effort, I thought. Judging by the belly rub he offered while easing me back down the pillow, Marek agreed.

"Okay then, sweetheart." He set my glass on the side table and stood all the way back upright. "I'll go get us some breakfast. That'll help."

Drinking that water did help my throat feel less like it'd been stitched up at least. Too bad it couldn't do much to stop Marek's footstomps rattling hard around my head. "Hey... Can you... step softer please?"

He stopped at the edge of the hallway, beaming at me from around the corner. "And here I was thinking you _liked_me throwing my weight around."

"Hon, you could shake the whole hotel down and I'd love it... Just not when I'm dying."

"Heh, okay. I'll be gentle." Marek's tail swished against the wall. Even that had my fur frizzing from the scraping. "Won't be long. Don't die before I get back."

"Gonna try my best."

"See that you do." With a wink, he disappeared into the hall. "Love you, little 'panda."

Pounding headache or not, I gritted my teeth and worked up my strength to croak back, "Love you, too... big 'panda."

To his credit, Marek softened his steps enough to stop them hammering my ears. Too bad I didn't think to mention not closing the door too hard. Gods... I didn't dare think what kinda mess I'd have been in without my Normaliser keeping all the noise and slamming in check.

I forced myself over onto my front again, burying my muzzle into Marek's pillow. Sure, it wouldn't stop the runaway rollercoaster in my head, but getting a noseful of my 'panda's scent proved one of the few sensations that didn't leave me feeling sicker.

As I lied there, shielding myself from the daylight creeping through the curtains, I had no doubt that Marek had another day ahead all planned out for us. But that morning, for me, my planning went as far as getting him back into bed, shoving my face in his fuzz and... trying my hardest not to hurl my breakfast right back up into it. Cocktails... Ugh. I swore, no question, no doubt in my mind, that in future, I'd be sticking to one type and one type only!