A New Technique
A New Technique
Po walked tiredly down the dark corridors of the JadePalace, exhausted from the day's training. By this time of night, he was bruised and sore and completely worn-out as always, longing to finally rest. As he shuffled towards his room, he kept replaying the day's events in his head over and over again. For the most part, it had been a day like any other at the Kung Fu masters' elevated home, but there was one small exception-one that Po would never forget.
That day marked the first time Po had ever won a sparring match against Master Tigress, which was no small feat. Inner Peace or no Inner Peace, she was still years ahead of him in her training, and he hadn't expected to best her anytime soon. Yet, as he had been mercilessly throwing punches at her that morning, something had distracted her, weakening her guard, and she had received a rather strong blow to the face as a consequence. Like always, she had insisted that she felt nothing; and indeed she hardly seemed to have noticed, her face registering only mild surprise. In fact, Po was fairly certain that the pain in his hand was probably worse than what she had suffered. Still, it was a victory nonetheless, and no small achievement in Po's books.
Even now, as he made his way to his room, he was still glowing slightly with the pride of his accomplishment-so much so that it took him a while to register that anything was out of the ordinary when he passed by Tigress's room. Some small flag went off in his head, and he stopped for a moment, listening. He could hear the sound of movement emanating from behind the papyrus of the tiger master's chamber, and even some faint growling. This surprised Po, for though it was not unusual to hear muttering or shuffling from the other Kung Fu masters' rooms, Tigress was always dead silent-which he felt probably had something to do with being a cat.
As he stood there now, however, there were definitely some strange sounds radiating from her room. It sounded almost like she was moaning in pain or something. Po though back to what Tigress had said about not feeling anything, remembering her hesitation, and he wondered if he really had hurt her during sparring-after all, it had been a pretty strong hit.
He considered checking in on her for a moment to see if she was okay. She probably wouldn't appreciate him worrying over her or anything, but he still felt like he should at least say something. He wasn't quite sure he understood why, but some hidden part of him really wanted to be sure that she was all right-that she wasn't hurt. He stole himself for a moment outside her door, trying to gather the courage to open it, but after a few hesitant seconds, it was no use. He couldn't possibly bring himself to do such a thing.
Then, Tigress's moans became louder and sharper, and their urgency stirred something deep inside Po that he could only assume was sympathy. Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.
"Uh...Master Tigress?" he began, cautiously pushing on the door. "I didn't mean to, you know, bother you or anything, but I could hear you moaning and I was just wondering if you were-"
As the door finished opening, Po felt his voice leave him with frightening speed, his eyes drinking in the scene before him. Now he fully understood the strange feeling he had experienced before as something more primal than concern.
Tigress was lying on the floor, sprawled flat on her back, her eyes closed and her mouth curled into a blissful smile. Her arm was laid across her body, reaching down below her waist and into her black, baggy training pants. As her paw moved gently back and forth across her groin, it took a few moments for Po to fully realize what he was seeing, for he couldn't imagine that she of all people would ever do such a thing.
Yet, there she was. Master Tigress was masturbating.
Po broke out into a sudden, cold sweat as the full ramifications of what he was witnessing began to dawn on him. He shouldn't be seeing this-it wasn't right. He had to leave now. Thankfully, she didn't seem to have heard him, and her eyes were still closed. If he just walked away quietly...
He took one backward step, only to have the wooden floorboards creak under foot, protesting at his weight. In the dead of night, the small sound might as well have been a thunderclap. Po shot a worried glance down at Tigress on the floor and had his gaze met two wide, red eyes as she stared back at him in shock. As she realized that he had seen her, she let out a surprised gasp, bringing her hand to her mouth and revealing the sticky mess of fluid that clung to her paw. For what felt like an eternity, the two warriors just stared at each other in stunned silence, both slowly coming to terms with what had happened.
Wasting no more time, Po bolted down the hallway, not daring to glance back behind him. He ran faster than he had ever run before, harnessing all of his fear and channeling it into adrenal energy, pushing him away from the scene with all his might. In a flash of fuzzy images, he bolted out of the dorm house and into the night air, hardly conscious of where he was going.
He knew what awaited him if he was not fast enough. He had been injured by Tigress countless times while sparring, especially in the early days, and he was certain that if she caught him now, she would literally kill him-Dragon Warrior or not.
However, after a few minutes of streaking along the grass plains and through the forested woods, Po began to feel his stamina fading. He had been training all day: he had nothing left for running! With each forced step, a burning stitch began to grow in his side, and he wondered dreadfully whether it might be worth it to just let her kill him. It would definitely be easier.
Then, without warning, he felt a strong blow from behind as he was knocked to the ground hard. He stumbled and rolled for a while with momentum, knowing immediately what had hit him. He caught himself hoping desperately that he would never stop tumbling-that he would never have to face it. However, after only a few more feet, his body finally came to rest in the soft grass. He lay on his back and stared beseechingly into the night sky, panting in exhaustion.
Out of nowhere, Tigress leapt from the darkness, standing over him with one of her feet on his chest. As she let out a small but terrifying growl, Po could feel her claws digging into his skin slightly, and he looked up into his assailant's eyes fearfully. Her gaze was stony and fierce as always, but with a strange glint in her eyes he had never known before.
"Look...Tigress," he started, trying futilely to explain himself while catching his breath. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...I thought you were hurt...and I was just checking...I didn't see anything, I swear! I-"
"Po!" she shouted, cutting him off. "Stop talking."
Po's voice quieted obediently, but very slowly, his mouth still moving slightly in defense. However, even through his fear, he registered that something was strange about her tone. As terrifying as she appeared, looming over him, Tigress's voice was fairly calm-almost gentle, even.
"I want you to know that you saw exactly what you think you saw," she said softly, her gaze relaxing somewhat, though the fiery glint still remained. "I also want you to know that I am not ashamed or embarrassed by what I've done."
"No...pfft...of course not," Po said, acting like it was an everyday occurrence to walk in on her with her fingers between her legs. "I mean, why would you need to be embarrassed? It's perfectly normal. I mean, I do it all the-"
"But," Tigress continued over him, her voice regaining some of its original threat. "It was wrong of you to enter my room unannounced like that. Kung Fu is about respect, above everything else, and you didn't show me proper respect."
Po felt that this was a little hypocritical when one considered the complete and utter lack of respect he had been given back when Master Oogway had first chosen him as Dragon Warrior, but this was probably the absolute worst time to bring it up.
"Yeah...right...respect," Po said, nodding vigorously. "I totally understand, dude. I promise. I will totally-"
"Good," Tigress said, stepping back from his chest and standing before his legs with her arms crossed. "Then that's settled. Now, since you're awake, you can help me practice a new technique of mine."
"Oh...uh...I dunno," Po began hesitantly. She might have said that she wasn't angry with him, but Tigress was probably the champion of hiding emotions. Besides, angry or not, he wasn't about to give her an excuse to injure him. "I mean...it's kinda late, you know? We're gonna need all our energy for our awesome Kung Fu training tomorrow, right?"
He tried to laugh a little, but felt it catch in his throat when she failed to answer him. She simply stood there, glaring down at him with her eyebrow raised. He realized, bizarrely, that her eyes were probably the most lethal part of her entire body.
A few agonizing seconds went by, and neither had yet said a word or moved an inch.
"I guess we could do a few moves, though," Po conceded awkwardly.
"Good," she said, relaxing her gaze somewhat. Po made to get up, but she thrust him swiftly back to the ground. "You need to be lying down for this technique," she said simply.
"Um...okay, sure."
If Po had been confused before, he was absolutely lost now. He had never heard of a Kung Fu technique that was meant to be practiced lying down, and he began to wonder for a moment if Tigress had lost her mind.
"So...what exactly do you want me to-?"
"Shh," Tigress hissed softly, bending towards him strangely. Her eyes were discomfortingly mischievous, and Po felt his anxiety rushing back to him suddenly. He really didn't care for the hungry expression on her face.
Then, without warning, she slashed her claw across his lower torso in one swift movement, and Po screamed in fright, cringing and preparing himself for the slicing pain that was to come. He waited agonizingly for it-waited for the burning of the gash in his skin-but as his drawn-out scream began to die and he took another breath, he still felt no different-well, maybe a little colder.
He opened his eyes curiously to see that Tigress was looming over him again, standing with her arms crossed and smirking down at him wildly. He followed her eyes with his own, glancing at himself, and saw that his shorts had been sliced cleanly off of him. With a strong jolt of embarrassment, he realized that he was currently lying naked before his most admired Kung Fu master.
He looked away from himself and cast a questioning glance over at Tigress as she sat cross-legged before him, the ghost of her grin still etched into her face.
"Well, go ahead," she said imperiously.
Po frowned. "Uh...go ahead what?"
"If you saw me masturbating, it's only fair that I should see you masturbating," she said casually, raising her eyebrow further. "Isn't it?"
Of all of the possibilities that had whirled through Po's head, this was not one of them. Tigress wanted to watch him masturbate? He wasn't exactly sure he could quite summon the mood so readily.
"Uh..."
Tigress narrowed her eyelids threateningly and let out a nearly inaudible growl.
"Uh...yeah, right...of course," Po spluttered hastily. "Only fair..."
He began moving his arm towards his waist, incredibly reluctant to do something so intimate in her presence. The whole night thus far was terribly surreal, and he knew that this would not help anything. Furthermore, he felt almost as though he were being led into a trap-as though Tigress were testing to see whether he would dare do such a thing in front of her. Eventually, his arm reached his waist, and he hesitated again.
"Yeah, you know...I just don't know if I'm...in the mood for this right now...you know?" He knew he was just spouting out meaningless words in the hopes that he could somehow make the tiger change her mind, but it was worth a shot. "Like...maybe I could do it tomorrow, when I've rested and everything..."
She glared at him. "Just do it."
"Uh...right..."
Timidly, Po obeyed, gently wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking tentatively. Admittedly, it had been quite a long time since he had last done this, being so distracted by his training, and it really did feel good after so long. If the circumstances had been different, he might have even enjoyed himself, but as he began to work his hand more quickly and feel his member stiffen under his grasp, Tigress's intent stare unnerved him somewhat. It made it terribly difficult for him to get properly aroused. He shut his eyes to block out her watchful gaze and tried to imagine something else.
Shockingly, the first image that popped into his mind was Tigress's face again; but instead of the glaring expression she held now, her face wore the same look of bliss and ecstasy he had witnessed only a few minutes ago in her room. The image excited him immensely, and he wondered if he had actually mistaken this exhilaration for fear when he had first caught her. Feeling a small tingle of approval from below as his memory before entered his mind, he locked on to the image, picturing Tigress with her paw between her legs once more, fingering herself gently as he continued to stroke his cock. He just hoped that Tigress didn't know what he was thinking.
"That's enough, Dragon Warrior," Tigress said suddenly, nearly making Po jump. He had almost completely lost himself to his imagination and was surprised to find that she was still there, talking to him. "We can practice the technique now."
Relieved that he no longer had to degrade himself in front of her, Po released his penis from his grasp, and was surprised to feel some slight disappointment as the growing pleasure in his shaft faded away.
"So...what am I supposed to do now?" he asked uncertainly. "Can I have my pants back?"
In answer, Tigress simply rose to her feet, not uttering even a single word as she began to unbuckle her vest. After only a few short seconds that hinted at extreme proficiency with the task, the red shirt fell to the ground before him, and Po looked up at her curiously. Of course, there wasn't much to see: Tigress was completely covered in fur. The thick, luxurious coat hid both her muscles and her breasts entirely, but nonetheless, it was still an incredibly arousing sight, and Po felt a few quick jolts of pleasure run along his still exposed member.
He wanted to say something-to ask what she was doing-but he simply couldn't find his voice anymore, continuing to watch in shock as the Kung Fu master proceeded to shed her black pants as well, leaving herself completely bare before him. As his eyes fell impulsively between her sculpted legs to where the fur was slightly damp from before, Po found his flagging fear amplify and change into excitement.
"This technique," Tigress said calmly, showing complete disregard towards their intimate situation, "has great power, and I've wanted to try it for some time now. However, this is the first opportunity I've ever had to practice it."
With that, her eyes sparked again with that same mischief from before, and she strode towards him purposefully, eventually coming to rest with her feet on either side of Po's waist.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Po couldn't bring himself to answer, not quite able to come to terms with was happening; but Tigress seemed to be in no need of a response as she bent her knees skillfully and squatted down, lowering herself onto Po's still throbbing cock. He took a sharp breath of air as he felt his flesh contact hers, eventually being forced into her wet opening.
From the years of hard Kung Fu training and careful self-control, Tigress's slit was unbelievably tight, and Po nearly had trouble breathing as his shaft was worked slowly into her warm folds. With each inch further he delved, Po found himself moaning uncontrollably in pleasure, and when his hips finally met hers and she came to rest on his soft abdomen, Tigress let out a blissful purr. The lustful sound vibrated through her whole body, spreading through her hole and along Po's cock, making him shut his eyes in pleasure. He had never known her to make a sound like that.
The feeling was incredible, to say the least: her soft fur against his hips, her warm body pressing in on along his length, the sound of her moans in his ears, the gentle way she rested her hands on his chest-it was altogether amazing, and Po felt himself giving in to her, shirking his anxiety as though it were a light coat. He looked up into the tiger's red eyes, and understood that, indeed, they were the most lethal part of her body; but they were also the most attractive. Above everything else he felt, he just wanted to stare into her eyes, dreading that he should ever be forced to look away. Everything that they were doing right now would be considered terribly wrong and inappropriate, but seeing her eyes, Po knew that he had never felt anything so right in his life.
After holding her position for a while, Tigress began to rise up again slowly, her strong legs lifting with ease as the cold air began to strike Po's erection again before she thrust back down, eliciting yet another gasp from the panda. Over time, she developed a moderate but steady rhythm, and seemed to lose herself to her pleasure. It was unusual to see her like this, giving in to her feelings. She rarely showed that she could feel anything at all, be it inside or out, and even as the pressure built deep within Po's body and his cock tingled with each brush of her fur against his own, he couldn't bring himself to believe that he was actually having sex with this woman of stone.
He couldn't truthfully say that he had never caught himself staring at her as she trained, or that he had never dreamt of doing this very thing with her. Indeed, he had been convinced at times that he had caught the Kung Fu master checking him over as well, especially as his body became more toned and defined with his persistent training. He was beginning to wonder if that was the very thing that had distracted her earlier while they were sparring, but despite his speculations, he had still found it hard to believe that Tigress had ever harbored an attraction to him.
Yet, just as Po had proven himself as the Dragon Warrior despite the others' doubts, here he was now, with Tigress riding his cock with increasing intensity, her face contorted in ecstasy. It was all too much, too fast for Po-the lustful moans; the tight, warm folds; the look of bliss in her eyes; the moonlight shining off of her flawless orange coat of fur. As the minutes rushed by in a daze, Tigress's pace quickened, indicating her own rising pleasure, and Po soon felt the sensation in his member magnifying a thousands times over as his climax neared.
Finally, his pleasure reached a peak, every hair on his body standing on end as he came, never able to remember a better feeling in his life. In his last moment of clear thought, some logical part of his brain realized that Tigress might not want him to cum inside her-that she might want him to pull out. They were a different species sure, but that fact hardly gave him any comfort.
"Tigress!" he yelled in warning before losing himself to the waves of intense pleasure that flowed through his cock and along his whole body, losing all ability to think clearly.
He expected her to release him immediately from her hold, but instead she slammed down onto his waist one last time with unmatched ferocity, roaring loudly as she too reached her orgasm. With the same strength as all the other muscles in her body, her vaginal walls clenched around Po's cock, and the sheer pressure of it drew out his orgasm for a full minute, his semen still somehow managing to force its way out of his shaft's tip and pump itself into Tigress's shuddering hole.
For that full minute, the two of them remained there, Tigress pressing herself down firmly against his waist, her quivering slit drawing every last ounce of sperm from Po's softening member. Seconds could have past; years could have past. Eventually, the moment finally subsided, and Po felt his head rest back against the soft grass as he began to recover, feeling incredibly exhausted, yet grinning stupidly in the afterglow of their exchange. He vaguely registered her movements as Tigress lifted herself free from his length, a good deal of fluid dripping from her slit and onto Po's waist in the process-whether hers or his own, he didn't know or care.
With the last of her energy, Tigress leaned forward unexpected and wrapped her surprisingly gentle arm around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss that told him this was not just a way for her to release her stress. The two warriors had truly shared something special in those few moments-something deep and beyond the usual comfort zone in which the tiger master seemed to always live. She wasn't very good with expressing her emotions, but that simple, intimate act conveyed her feelings more clearly than any number of words ever could.
After a what seemed like an eternity, and yet no time at all, Tigress pulled back from him and rolled off of her partner, resting in the grass beside him. For a long time, they just lay panting on their backs, staring up at the sky and catching their breaths. Neither seemed in any hurry to get dressed or return to the Jade Palace, and so they stayed there for a few minutes longer.
When Po had finally regained enough strength to speak, he couldn't keep feeling a raw excitement build inside of him at the prospect of the future they would soon share together. This was only the beginning, he thought as he looked up at the stars. They had gotten past their differences and social problems in those short minutes, and paved the way for whatever was to come. It would take time and patience to work out the details, of course, but whatever happened, he never wanted her to leave his side.
"Tigress?" he said tentatively to break the silence, feeling slightly awkward still despite her show of affection.
"Yes, Po," she said sweetly.
"That was awesome."
He didn't look over, but he knew she was smiling. Those genuine smiles of hers were so rare, that he couldn't help treasuring it whenever one came along.
"Yes, Po," she agreed softly after a moment. "Totally awesome."
He chuckled a little before they fell into silence again-the only noises the sound of crickets chirping and of lovebirds panting.
Eventually, Tigress cleared her throat slightly. "Po?"
"Yeah?"
"Skadoosh."