Chapter 3

Po sighed and smiled, petting the kitten's head as her black puffy lips glided along his massive dick. Her soft hands cuddled his balls while her throat gladly welcomed its intruder. "Mmmm, wow that's good. Hehe, you can stop, you know? I'm already clean."

"Mmmm nope. I want another meal," Tigress said. She bobbed her head faster while her eyes lovingly yet passionately gazed into his.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Po growled, pressing her head down. The panda exploded his man-juices right down her throat and mouth. Tigress moaned warmly as she gulped down his load. She pursed her lips together tightly while she slowly pulled up and off his member.

"Mmaaah Mmmm. Your cum is really starting to get addicting."

"You act like you're not already addicted," Po smiled. She wiped the cum off her lips and gave a small chaste kiss on his dick head. Po reached over the sofa and grabbed the spare boxers he brought while Tigress went back to the kitchen. "Soooo, I have a question about you and Monica."

"What's up?"

"How long have you two been together?" Po asked. Tigress tapped her chin and looked at the ceiling. She shrugged.

"About three or four years."

"And you two are close?"

"Of course. You wouldn't have banged her if we weren't."

"And... what is living with her like?"

"She's pretty okay to live with. We talk and chat. We watch movies together since we have similar tastes. Well, she likes chick-flicks but I like more action movies. She's more outgoing and drags me out to parties, but with her, I have a good time for a while."

"She's more outgoing? Are you sure?"

Tigress narrowed her eyes at him. "Yeah, why?"

"Didn't you say she's more outgoing because she wants you to get out more? Is she actually more outgoing?"

"To me she is."

"Okay, does she ever protect you?" Po asked. Tigress crossed her arms under her massive bosom. She still had his large T-shirt on, which looked so cute to the panda. "I'm just asking."

"Why?"

"Curious."

"That's the feline thing."

"Tigress."

The tiger sighed, "She's not really protective. I think."

"You think?"

"We don't have many other friends in or outside of the work office, Po. Remember?" Tigress sighed. The panda rubbed the back of his neck with a shaky mumble. "Besides, we keep each other company."

"Okay," Po said, pausing only for a few moments. "Do you guys really put on clothes here when no one's around."

Tigress sighed, "We're not that frisky, Po."

"I'm just wondering."

"Hmph."

"I was just thinking," Po said as he stood up from the couch, "that it's weird that she gave me up to you. Most people don't do that."

"We're not most people."

"But what was the reason?"

"Are you hurt?"

"No, but... did she say why she gave up on me?"

"I told you. She said it was complicated." Po looked down at his feet, solving an invisible math problem on it. "What are you trying to say, Po?"

"I was just... Never mind," The panda smiled. "I'm just worked up for nothing." He kissed her head, making her purr happily. "I'm going to go get some food for you. Did you want something?"

"Salad, fruits, vegetables. You know, things high in zinc," Tigress winked.

"You're incredible."

"I know," she grinned, swaying her hips as she walked the rooms. Po smiled and shut the door behind him. Tigress walked down the little hallway and opened Monica's room. The black cat still had her face pressed to the bed. She slept soundly with her ass sticking up in the air. Tigress rolled her eyes and sat by the edge of the bed, gently pushing the black cat onto her side.

"What? Wha? What happened?"

"You got fucked by a 15-inch dick. How do you feel?"

"Like I can fly, but I can't feel my legs," Monica chuckled deliriously. She moved her body upright and laid her head on Tigress's shoulder. "Thank you."

"I'm the one who should thank you. If it weren't you for-"

"I know, but still. You didn't have to do this," Monica smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll share him... a little," Tigress joked. Monica smiled wider and nuzzled her head into the crook of her neck. "You seem comfortable."

"I am. I get the best of both worlds here. You and Po, it's like a dream come true." Monica frowned and sighed, "That's why I gave up on Po. Because I didn't want to lose you and him. I figured that if I could have him as a friend, I could-"

"It's okay," Tigress smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"Still thank you."

"You're welcome," Tigress grinned knowingly. Monica rolled her eyes and playfully pushed her away. "Po went to get something to eat. It's going to be interesting with him here."

"Is here moving in with us?"

"Might as well. I mean, pays the bills," Tigress smirked sensually, "And we get our protein drink in the morning."

"Damn girl!" Monica laughed, "You're more deviant that I am." Tigress shrugged and got up from the bed. She headed for the door but stopped and turned back to the black cat. "What?"

"Monica... if... if you were struggling with something, you would tell me, right?" The black cat narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. She grabbed a bunch of clothes and headed to the door.

"I mean... not if it's very personal but yeah. Why?"

"Nothing, I was just... wondering," Tigress said. Monica shrugged, but then she stopped, hovering her hand over the door.

"Wait, what... what exactly are you talking about?"

"Nothing. I was just-"

"Are you sure because you haven't..." Monica glanced over Tigress's body. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I feel like it's something I've been struggling with."

"Which is?"

"It depends," Monica said, crossing her arms.

"On what?"

"On whether I'm right or not." Tigress looked away and pursed her lips into a frown. "What are you curious about?"

"It's just... Po was asking some questions about how close we were."

"And that made you question if I was telling the truth?" Monica asked.

"No, no," Tigress shook her head. She gave a deep sigh. "It just made me think about everything we've done together. Work, play, clothes. We share our lives a lot and... I have noticed that you are a little more... attached to me."

The black cat stepped back. Her hand rubbed her other arm as she leaned on her right side. "Wh...What do you mean?" Tigress took a deep breath and asked,

"Monica, are you gay?" The big booty cat blinked several times. She chuckled light-heartedly as she recrossed her arms.

"No, but I am pansexual."

"O-Ooh."

"Yeah."

"So... Wait!" Tigress exclaimed like an anvil fell on her toe. "Then... that means that you were wanting both of us from the beginning. That's why you said what you said at the night club. Because you couldn't find a way to get me and Po."

"Yes," Monica spoke up though her head bowed. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner."

"Wait, then... why haven't I seen you try to date any women?"

Monica rolled her eyes. "Pansexual is different from bisexual. Bisexuals are attracted to both men and women. Pansexuals are attracted to people regardless of their gender."

"You're attracted to who people are not what gender they are."

"Exactly," Monica sighed, opening the door. She marched down the hall a few feet but came to a stop. Her back faced Tigress. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but... I didn't know if you would like me back. Like me the way you like Po. I know we're friends and I don't want to lose that. I just thought we could be... more." The black cat fixed her eyes on the floor, loathing the silence. "It's okay. I know that-"

"Hold on," Tigress said. She turned Monica around, resting her hands on her cheeks, pulling her head up. "I'm willing to try that kind of relationship."

"Wa... what!?"

"I'm willing to try it."

"You're not just-"

"I'm not."

"But... But why?" Monica asked. Tigress smiled with a sigh.

"Because I care about both of you."

"I KNEW IT!" shouted a voice. Tigress and Monica snapped their heads around and saw Po standing in the hallway with his arms crossed and a bag full of groceries. Monica broke Tigress's embrace and quickly approached Po.

"Po, I can explain."

"You're gay! I knew it!"

"I..." Monica blinked a few times. Then she rolled her eyes. "I'm not gay. I'm pansexual."

Setting the groceries down, Po tilted his head. "So wait," he started. "I've never heard that before. Does that mean you like girls and... pans? Like food and cooking?"

Monica's eye twitched as Tigress snickered behind her. "NO! WHY ON EARTH! Ughhhh," she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Po, pansexual means that I like people regardless if they're a boy, girl, or trans. I like people."

"So... you're not attracted to me then?"

"What! No, no," Monica sharply sighed. "Tigress please help me."

The tiger cleared her throat. "Po, what Monica is trying to say is that she likes you and me despite the fact that we're opposite genders. She attracted to the person, and she's willing to be with them for who they are, not just because of their gender."

"Oh... Okay," Po said. "But why didn't you just tell us?"

"I..." Monica sighed. "I didn't want to lose both of you." Po looked at her for a solid minute, narrowing his eyes as the silence stood thickly around them. He broke out into a smile and wrapped his arms around the two felines.

"Well, now we're stuck with each other," Po laughed. The tiger and black cat purred and kissed Po's cheeks, then they laughed. "What?"

"You still have some lipstick stains on your cheek," Tigress giggled.

"Aww man! Now wonder the cashier was laughing," Po grumbled. The kittens only laughed.