Tai
An homage to Kung-Fu Panda fanfiction
Tai - February 08, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association M/M, Oral, Caressing/Humor Snow Leopard/?/Panda
Another KFP fanfic - Version 2
The feline sat on his cot, sighing. Every night it was the same dream - He was laying on the ground and that fat panda ass was being shoved into his face. But this time, there was no cloth between furred rump and snow-leopard muzzle. It rolled across his nose, filling him with lust, with the need to hold it and kiss it and smack it. Caress and nibble and rub his face all over that expanse of hot, black-and-white furred butt. To tease the pink star under that stubby tail with his tongue and lips until the panda moaned his name...
He shivered, ignoring the other workers, most of whom were snoring. He ignored his erection that was so hard it could break rocks. Laying back on the cot, he closed his eyes and waited. Waited for the hand to brush his groin. It would touch his straining member, then withdraw. When nothing happened it would return, to caress the length, to rub the spined tip. A few moments later a mouth would engulf his cock. He sometimes wondered which of his fellow laborers it was, but he never opened his eyes to see. More than one male had rubbed his butt in the communal showers, and he had done the same. And he had to admit to himself, he was tempted by a couple of the chunkier ones whose round, firm asses felt very good in his hands.
Whoever it was, they were talented - Squeezing his shaft, nibbling on the head, swirling their tongue around him as they sucked hungrily on his meat. His balls were not left out, being rubbed and rolled in a rough palm. The other hand was busy as well - The familiar slap-slap of flesh being tugged on. The quickening breath, followed by several grunts and the splat of semen hitting the packed dirt floor. After several long muffled moans, the being would return to working his erection until he arched and gave all the cum his balls had to his worshiper, every spurt devoured, savored... Before strong suction and rough licks made his cock contract and spew still more sticky stuff. And not until it went limp in the warm mouth did the male relent. Hard strokes turned to gentle caresses, tongue cradling the feline penis until it slipped past the thin lips, to lay wet and warm against a furred thigh. A final pat, promising to return again soon.
More than once, he wanted to reach out and caress the male who gave him so much pleasure. To touch the pressure points that would have them writhing in ecstasy beside him. But his hands stayed locked to the cot, either unwilling or unable to do their master's bidding. The sun would rise again soon, and they would shuffle out to the showers, eat a bowl of rice, then head out to continue to re-build the village. The problem with epic battles is nobody bothers to write about the aftermath - Broken houses, damaged buildings, demolished roads. The rubble has to be cleared away, the places too far gone to keep, torn down. And of course everything had to be re-built. Which is why a certain snow-leopard was laying on a cot, waiting for another day to start. To return to the place he fought the greatest living warrior. To re-live every hit and every movement, all the way to the last one that sent him flying.
Many had remarked how much he looked like the 'Great Tai'... To which he replied, he was simply Tai the Wanderer. He had come because there was work - There was always need for extra hands to pull a cart or plant a field or fix a road... Besides, he got to see the one who had stolen his heart. The rotund male who waddled down the road to visit with the goose who ran a noodle shop. To play with the children, chasing kites and striking poses. And sometimes... Sometimes those plain brown pants would slide down a little, revealing a wide cleft that left him dry-mouthed and aching to squeeze the exposed cheeks. All too quickly, a big hand would yank the cloth back up, the male laughing at having mooned the village.
He would have laughed too, if it didn't hurt so much - That damn fat panda had truly destroyed him.
* * * *
Po once again stood in the ruination of a village, Tai on his knees before the panda.
"Please Dragon Warrior, I will do anything - Anything!"
The panda grinned nastily. But instead of swatting the 'fly', he turned, loosening his rope-belt, letting his pants fall to the ground.
"Kiss it." he growled, wagging his plump butt in the feline's face.
"I thought you would never ask..."
Po eeped as the big paws dug into his round cheeks, the short but firm muzzle shoving itself between them. Thin lips pressed against his flesh, leaving hungry, hot kisses all along Po's butt-crack. The mouth moved lower, a rough tongue flicking across his balls, making the panda gasp and arch and spread his legs.
All across the expanse of black and white furred ass, the muzzle explored, leaving nips and licks and muzzling hot enough to burn his hair off...
"Tai!" he moaned as his stubby tail was nosed upwards, hot breath misting him in a most intimate place.
"Lover," the feline corrected him, moving his muzzle closer and closer...
Just before lips met tail-star, Tai growled, "Son, are you having the Noodle Dream again?"
* * * *
The panda jerked awake, harder than a granite block. He closed his window and pulled the shades, not wanting his neighbor to see what he was about to do - Although it was kind of a daydream of his to one day fling the window open wide and paint the pig's shocked face before shooting a huge wad directly into the wide-open snout... Nah. He preferred felines. Dropping his shorts, the rotund male yanked a pot out from under the bed, and gripping his throbbing erection, proceeded to flail it around. His other meaty paw he stuffed in his muzzle, to keep the moans stifled as his cum spewed in an arc that hit the pot perfectly, even as the pressure made it shake and bounce and slide across the floor.
"Tai.." he moaned, falling to his knees with a loud thump, the last drops of his desire falling into the chamberpot that had bounced off the far wall and now lay quivering in front of him. He shook his head. What a fool... Even if he wanted to see the feline again, only the Gods knew where the male had been blasted off to. Getting up, he lit a couple of incense sticks, washed quickly, and opened the window to let his room air out. He was supposed to fall in love with Tigress, not that stupid, sexy spotted kitty. More than once he could swear he saw a big, floofy tail, but it was never there when he looked again. More than once he found himself daydreaming of grabbing that whiskered face and kissing it until the beautiful blue eyes rolled up and the cat fell in a pile of boneless feline lust at his feet.
Deciding the room no longer smelled like Panda-in-Rut, he went down to empty the pot, rinsing it out well. Then he returned to wash his hands and start the day by chopping vegetables - And thinking of a certain male snow-leopard his fickle heart wouldn't let go of.
The End... ?