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So, Baikaldecided to treat me to a New Year's Surprise, Dinner for Two so what else could I do but to counter him with something of my own...so here we go...New Year's Special to our lovely little series, Ball-Shaped Objects! Do tell me what you think!

A happy new year to everyone!

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Hinrich was drunk.

Wheee!

The red panda was drunk, and his head was reeling. He was drunk despite his promises to himself that he would not get drunk, because he didn't like how it made him feel before, during, and afterwards. He'd solemnly sworn that he would not intake excessive amounts of ethyl alcohol, no matter how...enthusiastic a certain American tiger might be about such beverages.

He was drunk and his head felt light, and his muzzle tasted of the sour cream and onion chips Warrick had on a plastic bowl on the kitchen table.

"You gotta have one of these bags full of chips, you can't use Pringles or any other that kind of shit, it's just not right!"

Hinrich felt so drowsy that he barely reacted to the noise of the toilet flushing, followed by the rush of running water and then the tiger emerged from his bathroom, smirking, tail rolling behind him, a rumbling sound escaping from his chest. The red panda blinked and felt his ears warm up at the sight of the tiger, moving so sensually, and also only clad in a black elastic jockstrap and nothing more, his party outfit of choice for their little New Year's get-together.

He'd...had an interesting reaction, for sure, when the tiger opened the door in his usual lunging style and he'd stood there, in such an attire, with Hinrich standing there in his favorite green shirt and some comfortable pants. Cozy pants could make a real party mood, he thought, mildly, clutching a bottle of wine and staring at the semi-naked tiger.

"Well about time, German boy!"

Now, two hours later or so, he was already drunk and the tiger crashed down onto his leather couch with a suitably rude sound, his body landing and sprawling itself down next to the fluffy red panda's very well reeling self.

"Hmmmmmmph", the tiger harrumphed as he put a slightly damp paw over Hinrich's shoulder and pulled the slight male close to his body, almost roughly. "That was a nice piss. Beer always makes me piss so damn much. You can hold it for a bit but once you start, it just keeps coming and coming..."

Hinrich found himself giggling, the sound almost embarrassingly nasal, and his nose was full of tiger musk the instant Warrick had settled down next to him and invaded his personal space with his paws and his scent. He found his muzzle landing against the tiger's firm pec, and he took a good whiff, and rumbled as contently as the tiger who pawed on his shoulder and arm.

"Reeeally nice piss....shame you didn't join me, hehehehe!"

Hinrich chortled, listening to the big cat's drunken laughter, and looked up to him and his leering, dark muzzle, before the red panda poked out his tongue.

"I'm not into that as much as you are, " he mumbled, secretly pleased that he was plastered against the tiger's side like that. He'd even put his own paw against the tiger's hip, and Warrick definitely didn't mind. His eyes could barely stay away from the black, elastic bulge amidst the white fur of the tiger's belly.

"You didn't complain!" Warrick squeezed his shoulder.

"No, but it's not something I'd do regularly," Hinrich rumbled.

"Heheheh", Warrick laughed again and patted his shoulder hard enough to practically force the air out of his lungs, "shy German boy...heheh..."

Hinrich had complained a few times about the tiger's tendency to call him a boy, despite their not such a great age difference, and besides, him being well into his twenties, anyway, but it seemed to please Warrick to call the red panda what he did...so it definitely seemed like a permanent fixture into their interactions. The tiger was such a puzzling creature, anyway, speaking such things...doing things...

"Hmmmm..."

Hinrich's slightly drowsy brain suddenly registered a paw on his muzzle, tilting that pointed face up so that the tiger could press his lips against the panda's black lips. The kiss was like the tiger as a whole, slightly ticklish, certainly hot, dirty with that thick rum-flavored tongue pushing into his maw, hot like his breath. Hinrich gasped but knew he couldn't pull back even if he wanted to, and he certainly didn't want to, and instead he clutched onto the tiger's chest furs with both of his paws, fingers curling while holding onto the big, purring and grumbling male, enjoying his body. He knew that he was drunk but he was also aroused. His balls were practically throbbing...his shaft sure did, fully hard and out of its sheath and pressing into his silky boxers...a Christmas present from the tiger...Gott...

"Hrurumppphhh...tasty German boy..." the tiger rumbled once the kiss was over and he was content just lapping on Hinrich's lips and cheeks a little, covering them in Stroh-flavored saliva that reeked of tiger and booze and almost made Hinrich's eyes water.

"You're so drunk," Hinrich giggled breathily, with pawfuls of tiger on his palms still, feeling the tense muscles beneath with pleasure.

"Hah!" the tiger's paw suddenly landed against Hinrich's butt and gave it a light smack. "You got a couple of girly drinks and you're already totally drunk!"

"I...I didn't have much..." Hinrich defended his temperance, well aware that the tiger had made him drink much more than his usual share.

"You had two rums and now you're all drunk," the tiger sounded accusing, "you're really a lightweight."

"You're drunk too," Hinrich tried pouting a little, looking up at the tiger.

"Fuck yeah I am!" the tiger yelped, his paw suddenly grabbing Hinrich's tail and pulling it, making the red panda let out a sudden exclamation too.

"Ah!"

"Hmmm...panda butt..." the tiger let go of the tail and went back to groping Hinrich's hind end instead, squeezing on the mounds of muscle hard.

"Ow..." Hinrich mumbled, his tail still stinging a little.

"Don't be a pussy, a true man can take a bit of hard play, too," the tiger scowled, before his muzzle split into a dangerous smile and he forced his muzzle down on Hinrich's again.

The red panda was so taken in by the kiss that he barely registered the tiger's paws on him, lifting him up so that he was sitting on the tiger's lap, his paws moving upwards just a little so that he was holding onto Warrick's shoulders instead of his chest, and their tongues kept rubbing together while Hinrich's own hard erection pressed to the tiger's big bulge. The tiger's paws ran up and down his back, making the muscles roll with tension and pleasure.

"Hmmm...panda boy..." the tiger slurred once their muzzles parted, bridged with some saliva briefly before it fell and covered the tiger's slick chin, "...you're so damn hot, I may just have to start our new year's bang early...hmmmm..."

Hinrich's blurry eyes searched for the known timepiece in the room, the clock on the front of the tiger's digital TV recorder, and something clicked in his mind.

"...not...not before....uhh..." he slurred, so well under the influence of the tiger's burgeoning sexual energy and good old alcohol, "...before the dinner..."

"The dinner?" the tiger chortled. "I ain't offering dinner tonight, only the snacks and booze and dick...hahahaha..."

"Uh, no..." Hinrich's ears flicked as he, in his alcohol-assisted boldness, reached for the remote controlled abandoned nearby on the armrest of the couch and then, fumbling with it, pointed it on the TV set to turn it on, "no, the...the program..."

The tiger snorted, a hot blast of air against the red panda's neck while he craned his head to look at the TV flickering into life. The black and white image was unmistakable, too.

"Awww it's already begun!" Hinrich yelped at the sight of the butler crossing over to retrieve a bottle of spirits from the side table. "...the very dry sherry..."

"The hell we're watching TV," the tiger lunged for the remote controller in Hinrich's paw but he dropped it onto the couch instead, out of the tiger's reach for now, "I can't be dealing with German in my brain when I'm drunk..."

"It's in English," Hinrich giggled hotly along with the audience when they suddenly exploded into laughter at the butler's misfortune on the TV screen.

"What the hell is this?" Warrick complained from underneath the red panda still planted on his lap.

"The same procedure as every year James!" Hinrich replied with glee. "Hic!"

"Oh maaan you're drunk," the tiger shook his head and grumbled. "You're already forgetting my name...damn you lightweight..."

Hinrich swished his fluffy tail against the tiger's bare thigh and turned to face him again, smiling goofily while the tiger kept his usual aloof expression.

"It's just a bit of fun we have every year," he said, "it's tradition."

Warrick grabbed a pawful of red panda butt and gave it a squeeze that made Hinrich jump on his lap.

"Well I intend to have more than a bit of fun here, so how about it?" the tiger replied in rude a tone.

"Only after the show," the red panda replied adamantly. "You'll love it."

"I hate anything with a laughing track," the tiger snorted.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Hinrich giggled.

"Admiral von Schneider!" he mused.

"Skål!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

_"_Fuck, man, do you know the lines too?" the tiger's brow quirked.

"Of course I do, sweetheart," Hinrich slurred, his paw rubbing over the tiger's striped shoulder, "I told you, tradition..."

"I'd prefer some traditional dick-stuffing instead," the tiger grumbled, his tail swishing the floor rapidly, almost nervously.

"It'll only be another fifteen minutes or so," Hinrich mused, grinding his backside a little against the tiger's thighs.

"Well it better be or I'll cream into my jock and won't let you lick it clean!" the tiger flashed his teeth.

Hinrich's own endowment throbbed hard and reminded him of just aroused he had become thanks to the tiger's wicked ways, but he...he was determined to keep teasing for just a moment, even if playing hard to get wasn't such a familiar thing to him. He did suspect that it'd lead into him getting it hard, too.

"Alright, tiger boy..."

"The lip!" the tiger warned, huffing ever so hotly against the red panda's face, his paws squeezing on him hard.

"You told me it's all I've got because I'm tiny compared to you," he said," gotta do what I can..."

"You just be careful or your ass will suffer the consequences..." the tiger's paws stroked dangerously slowly over the curves of Hinrich's butt.

"I'm ready," Hinrich found himself winking, a remarkably bold move, considering the circumstances.

"Hmph."

The tiger did keep reasing him, though, with paws and grinding and rude remarks, though by the time the TV program was nearing its end, he had also laughed a few times...drunkenly, yes, but that was the best way to laugh at it, Hinrich thought, even with his head swooning so much...the tiger was surely contributing to it, maybe tiger musk worked like rum on small innocent red pandas...

"I'll try my very best!"

"HHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!"

"HAHHAHAH! They're gonna fuck!" the tiger yelped as the program came to a close. "Ewwwwwwww...geriatric sex! Ewwwww!"

"Yeah," Hinrich replied, his own giggles barely subsiding yet, "that's the final punchline..."

"Hmmm...like the idea, though..." the tiger's lewd voice replied instantly, a paw sliding down to Hinrich's groin.

"Humph!" the red panda exclaimed at the sudden squeezing sensation, his hips jerking forward on their own to get more contact with that questing, naughty paw.

"The TV tells me to have sex, so I gotta agree...you know, Americans believe everything they say on TV...so if a crazy German says you gotta go to the bedroom and have sex..."

"They're Britisch," Hinrich chuckled, well aware that he was still in the tiger's naughty grip.

"Weird," the tiger opined.

"Aren't we?" the red panda giggled.

"You're so drunk," the drunk tiger accused.

"So are you," Warrick replied in a huff.

"I know," Hinrich smiled.

"That's it," the tiger suddenly grumbled and stood up, remarkably avoiding a tumble even with a squirming red panda in his arms as he took his bearing and managed to stay on his paws despite the dangerous reeling motion to the left.

"WHOAH!"

"Bedroom sex time!" the tiger yelled while he took stumbling steps towards his bedchamber, red panda wriggling in his arms.

"Uhhhh...."

"Uhhhh yeeeeesshhhhhh.." the tiger was practically drooling.

Hinrich's back collided with the doorframe into the room, dark for now, stinking of tiger, and he had barely shaken off the sensation before he was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed. The weight of the tiger's knees on either side of his slim thighs came suddenly, as did the deep purr from the dark shape poised over him...his heavy paws landing over the red panda's groin.

"Hmmm...a gift?" he rumbled roughly, fumbling with Hinrich's fly, "just for me? And wrapped with a pretty bow...how considerate..."

"You're so drunk..."

"Don't complain, you're getting drunk tiger cock in your drunk panda asshole!" the tiger grunted. "And hard..."

Hinrich could feel his drunk panda butthole clench in anticipation of such an invasion, and shivered a little, his tail bristling while the tiger's paws groped with him, easing his pants open, then, with a quick tug, over his butt. The tiger leaped off him momentarily to pull his pants and boxers down, followed by rough paws getting rid of the red panda's shoes. He found himself lying there panting softly on the bed, naked from the waist down...and the tiger stood there...

"Hmmmm...new year sex..."

The tiger pounced him, not very gracefully, all told, but what mattered is that he landed on top of the red panda.

"Umph!"

"Cute German boy...you want some cawk?" the tiger slurred ridiculously, licking all over Hinrich's right ear, turning it into a wet mess. "Hot hard caaaaaaaaaaaaawk..."

The said hot hard boner was humping against the panda's belly, its tip leaking a flow of pre-cum onto the fabric of his shirt. It couldn't probably even be dry cleaned into its original state, Hinrich thought dully, moments before the wet tongue swiped across his face.

"You smell so good," the tiger growled, "I'll make you smell just like me...you'll like that dontcha?"

"Yes...Ja..." Hinrich panted, trying to grab any part of the tiger he happened to reach in the dark.

"Hummpmphphphphp..." the tiger growled, snapping his teeth while his hips still kept rocking, sliding his hot, wet tool against the squirming panda belly, "can't deal with this teasing..."

"Put it in me," Hinrich moaned, well aware that the tiger would be able to call him a slut afterwards, but he was beyond caring, "hurry..."

"Hahahahahah, panda wants it..." the tiger's laugh was as grating as it was erotic, "sure...sure...hold on..."

Hinrich briefly considered unbuttoning his shirt while the tiger disappeared from on top of him for a moment, but he found himself almost unable to move...just lying there, hard and panting and...anticipating...especially when the bed creaked again, and suddenly paws grabbed onto his ankles and pushed his legs up.

"Missionary time!" the tiger smirked in the dark, poised right behind the red panda's exposed butt, holding onto his legs and pushing them wide.

Hinrich both felt and heard his hips pop, but it wasn't painful, thankfully not...and he even had the presence of mind to grab a pillow and push it over...

"Under my ass..." he mumbled.

"Nice!"

The tiger shoved the pillow where it was needed once he'd secured Hinrich's legs over his shoulders, before his paws went for the lube bottle.

"Damn, I spilled it...it's everywhere now..."

A particularly wet paw appeared and stroked over Hinrich's taint, making him moan loudly at the wet, cool sensation that soon centered on his tailhole, covered in a layer of the goopy lube by a pair of rubbing fingers.

"No time for toying with this pussy," the tiger declared, "like it nice and tight..."

"Do it..." Hinrich moaned under the rough caress, "please..."

"The little guy begs...heheh..." the tiger laughed, but soon was grunting instead when he directed himself down with a push from a paw and rammed his tip against the panda's opening.

"Humpgh...."

"Hmmmmrmmmmrmrm..."

The tiger's dark, grinning face appeared right next to Hinrich's gazing into him in the dark while his hips trembled, exercising every last vestige of control so as not to try and plunge right into him...that'd end up badly...saliva was tricking down his lips and against the red panda's face, marking it wetly...

"...you're so damn fine..."

Hinrich moaned when the tiger pushed, and he tried some pushing, too, and after a couple of tries, the barbed tip popped in, and stars flashed through the eyes he crunched shut.

"Auhhhh..."

"Riiiiight there...."

The slippery shaft had to lube the way into the red panda's clenching body, but once settled in, it was in deep, throbbing and leaking and possessing Hinrich's back passage with its hard presence. The tiger panted and bit on Hinrich's shoulders, his balls pulsing in their tight pouch against the red panda's excessively wet taint.

"Damn right..."

The very same balls made a rough slapping noise on his first proper thrust, and then again, an the bed creaked, and so did the panda, being stuffed repeatedly by the big, almost uncontrolled tiger eager to breed him. The bed began to shake with the weight of the tiger, coming crashing down again and again on the panda who let out small yelps and moans of his own, taken passionately by the dirtily grumbling tiger.

"Ouhhhhmmyes..."

Hinrich was pounded, his head tossing around and his neck being kissed and nibbled, and he loved every second of it, even if the tiger almost bit him there, holding him tight and purring...the sensation so strange and primal, he wasn't sure how to describe it...he just knew that his butt was on fire but it was a good sensation, his own cock pulsed and needed attention...slipping a paw between their bodies wasn't a bad idea at all...the tiger didn't mind...

"Yeah...yeeeah...yeeeeeah..."

The repetitive panting of the tiger didn't matter, the loudest sound was the bang of their bodies together, the slap of balls and the squelching of flesh, driving into the red panda, taking him to the brink...suddenly Hinrich knew that his body was about to give out...his paw was flying...

"Ahhhhhhhehhh...."

The tiger still pushing hard into him, thrusting right onto his prostate, the barbs milking an orgasm out from him as much as the paw that flew over his twitching, cum-spurting shaft that painted the tiger's belly a new shade of white.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm..."

The smell of cum and the clenching of his body must've done it for the tiger, too, Hinrich thought dully, the thrusts came hard and fast, and then there was a deep moan of absolution that seemed to deflate the tiger's body as he fell down on his prey, sated with his seed swimming happily inside the red panda's butt.

"Auhmmm..."

They laid there until the tiger suddenly stirred.

"I need to take a leak."

"How romantic," Hinrich mumbled.

"Shaddap Germanboy," the tiger slurred as he pulled himself out, unceremoniously leaving the red panda to deal with the inevitable ache under his tail, a combination of barbs and well-endowed girth that made him breathless...and briefly smarting.

"Naturallich," Hinrich mused to himself, staring at the dark shade of the ceiling, barely illuminated by light while he laid there, covered in seed and musk and feeling the usual after effects of good man-sex.

The tiger was singing in the bathroom.

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