Jessica sat on the couch, watching porn with a black ball-hugger thong on and a black V-neck shirt. It was around 9 am when Po came back. Jessica smirked. "So I guess sex was on the table, huh?" She said, noticing Po's ruffled shirt and pants. Po only sighed and plopped onto the couch. He didn't even notice Jessica's outfit. "What's wrong, bro? Did the bitch do something to you?"
"No! No no. Nothing bad happened. Just... we had a great time, and... ugh, yes she wanted to have sex with me."
"HA! Told you."
"But... she wanted to stay friends."
"So you're fuck buddies. What's wrong with that?" Jessica asked.
"Well," Po said as he stood up. "She didn't seem like she even wanted to be like that. I thought that confidence won you the girl. I mean, girls latch on to your dick like a baby to a mother's boob for milk. I mean, she said I was big and-"
"Wait, wait, what does that have to do with anything?
"Uhhh..." Po bit his lip for a moment and finally sighed. "Okay, I've... always kinda compared myself to your... size... so... I didn't really think I was that big."
"Sounds like she thought different," Jessica smirked, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Yeah, but then... why am I still in the friendzone?" Jessica shrugged. The panda paced for a bit. A question mulled in Po's brain until it finally couldn't find the room to stay put. "UGGGHHH! I can't believe I'm saying this. Jessica, could you... could you see if I have a... big dick?"
"Po you just got a girl to say your dick was huge. Why do you need me?"
"How do I know she's not lying?"
"How do you know I won't?"
"You're my sister," Po said with a sad pouty face. Jessica rolled her eyes and pinched his ear. "OOWW!"
"Don't use my own pouty shit against me."
"Hey, it's gotten you this far."
"That's different."
"How?"
"I'm a female."
"Bullshit!" Po laughed, making Jessica laugh too. She smiled wider. It had been a while since they laughed like this. "Just... Please help me out with this?"
"Are you sure you're not trying to find an excuse for me to suck your cock? Because all you have to do is ask?"
"Ahh! N-N-No," Po stuttered and sighed. "Just... please tell me if it's... just tell me how it looks." Jessica nodded. With his hands fidgeting, Po finally pulled down his pants and showed off his genitals.
"Oh my gods it's so small!"
"JESSICA!"
"HAHA! I'm sorry, I'm kidding, Po! I'm kidding!"
"You really have the worst sense of timing," Po huffed. Jessica stared at the panda's member as it bounced lightly. It was somewhat hard. Even then, Jessica could estimate its length. She made a small lick of her puffy dark lips.
"Po, you're probably only a few inches smaller than me," Jessica said. "But you're definitely bigger than in high school. Not that you were small back then."
"Wha-what?! How do you know-"
"You do remember we shared the same room, right?" Po rolled his eyes and was about to pull up his pants. "Hold on. What's the rush?"
"Huh?"
"Po, you're home. You're free to come and go as you please, you know. Besides," Jessica grinned. "Your dick seems like it could use some air."
"Ha, ha," Po grunted, pulling up his pants. The husky whined softly. "Sorry, but I think I'll pass on it."
"Suit yourself," She shrugged. "Anyway, I think you're too worried about this. Sometimes women are just... picky."
"Like you?"
"I'm not picky."
"Rrrrright, and your choice in women and men says otherwise?"
"That's different," Jessica said, waving her hand. Po rolled his eyes and headed to his room. "But hey, Po. Don't beat yourself up over it. Relax, sometimes they just don't choose you."
"Have you ever had that happen?" Po asked. Jessica shrugged, either meaning she didn't remember or she didn't care. Or both. Po sighed and walked back to his room.
Later...
"She's got a point," Tai-Lung replied.
"I knew you would say that," Po muttered as a different waiter served them their hot chocolate. Po looked at his mug without the sprinkles. "I mean, I did everything right, right?"
"Yep."
"And I was confident and honest."
"Yep."
"Then what went wrong? Why am I in the friendzone when I never wanted to be? Should I have just told her and said, 'hey I don't like this "friends" thing? I want to be more?'"
"Nope."
"Then what?"
"I don't know."
"You're not helping, Tai!" Po barked, grumbling as he sipped his mug.
Tai-Lung sighed, "Po has it ever occurred to you that this whole ordeal is a two-person thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're hoping that Song chose you. But you chose her unconsciously. Who knows how many women you've passed up simply because you haven't chosen them? Think about how they feel."
"I... didn't think of that," Po said. Tai-Lung sipped his tea and placed his money on the table; it was a little less than he usually gave.
"I will say, the service has gotten slow without Song. She really did brighten the place up."
"Hmm," Po mumbled.
"When's the last time you talked with her?"
"About a week ago," Po muttered, tapping his finger on the table. The panda quizzically looked at the sky for a moment before voicing out some questions. "Tai, do you think I'm confident enough?"
"Yeah, you can be. But there are different kinds of confidence, you know."
"What do you mean?"
"There's confidence, stupidity, and competence. Confidence is the feeling that you can do something. Stupidity is that same feeling when you don't know your stuff. Competence is when you know your stuff so well that you don't need the feeling. Makes sense?"
"Uh... kinda. I think I get it," Po said, scratching his head.
"Good, I've got to go. See you later, Po." With that, the snow leopard left the panda to his devices... and thoughts.
Day turned into night as Jessica walked out of her room with a black leather jacket partially covering her white tight-fitting T-shirt. She wore long black leather pants, and her black boots were strapped on. "Ahh, time to get going."
"Hey, are you going to the club?" Jessica turned around and dropped her jaw. Po came out wearing a form-fitting jet-black dress jacket with a white button-up shirt, unbuttoned at the top. His night-colored dress pants flowed to his glossy inky shoes as he buttoned the cuffs to his shirt.
"Whoa?! Where are you going?" Jessica asked.
"I was... thinkin' of going to... the club with you," Po said. Jessica's eyes widened. She felt the panda's head with her hand. "No, I'm not sick."
"Are you sure? It's not like you to be social."
"HEY! I was just as social as you were before high school."
"What happened?"
"You know, high school is only there to crush your dreams... and you."
"I thought that was college."
"Eh, in college it's mostly your own fault," Po shrugged and sighed. "Plus, I... want to... bugh. I want to try and have some... fun with one of your girls."
"Ooh?" Jessica smirked. "Getting horny for some more, huh? And what caused this change of heart?"
"Tai... a friend," Po quickly changed after hearing her growl. "Showed me that I might be... focusing on the wrong thing."
"Po, you're not making sense."
"I just want to give these girls a chance. It was wrong of me to just turn them down for... other reasons."
Jessica placed her hands on her hips. "Why did you turn them down?"
"Uh... well... uh... Okay, don't be mad but... I just find it weird that you're basically letting me have one of your playthings."
"What?!"
"I don't know, sometimes you act like they're some toys you're trying to share with me."
"That's because I like roleplay!" Jessica shouted.
"Oh," Po's words fell before him.
"I'm not some horrible person, Po! I don't enslave people or hold them against their will! The women I fuck actually want me to fuck them! I'm not some horrible abuser like... like..."
"Hey, hey," Po quickly wrapped his arms around Jessica in a hug. "We don't say his name here. I'm sorry. I wasn't comparing you to him. It's just... it's... hard living in your shadow sometimes. I know you don't mean it but... I just wish I was... a better man sometimes."
"Po, you are," Jessica said, hugging back. "You're the best man I know. The very best. Don't let any asshole tell you different. Not even me."
"I won't," Po promised and then chuckled, "Hehe, sorry for making you upset. Hehe, I forgot what it was like seeing you angry."
Jessica smirked, tapping his nose. "Then don't make me upset."
"Of course," Po smirked back, lightly smacking Jessica's butt. "Mistress."
"Yipe!"
Jessica's eyes widened but her smirk widened too as she swayed her wide hips, with a little extra spunk, out of the door and Po followed along.
The club bounced with music and lights as the panda sat at the bar, watching his sister pick up girls left and right. One rabbit on her left, a Siamese cat on her right, and gazelles and dogs struggling in on other sides. Po took a deep breath and sighed, drinking his shot of water. Suddenly, a bunny sat next to him. She was a heavy bottom shape, of course, in a purple dress with earrings on her long ears. She glanced back and forth from Po to the rest of the club. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh! Sorry, I'm just looking for someone."
"That wouldn't be me, would it?" Po chuckled.
"Uhh no, sorry but I-"
"Hehe, it's okay. I'm just kidding. Bad joke, sorry," Po smiled, sipping his water. "Actually, what are you doing here? You don't seem like the party-type."
The bunny grumbled and sighed her elbows onto the counter. "I'm not. But I have to be 'social' in some way if I'm gonna get my quota."
"HA! Right, I totally get it. My sister dragged me out here to try and get a lady friend," Po shrugged. "To be perfectly honest, I'm more interested in being a better man than dating."
"I'm sure that you are," The bunny said, trying to be nice.
"Hehe, thanks, but it's okay. I'm... trying to just be okay with being in my own skin. And being okay with people not being okay with me. Wait, does that makes sense?"
"It makes sense," laughed the bunny. "Don't worry, people are complicated." She went back to looking around the club as the darting lights and loud music blared. Po chewed the inside of his lip, gnawing on a question. He finally sighed,
"Could I ask you something?" The bunny looked at him. "What makes a woman date a guy or not?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I just... wanna know. I feel like I've been doing everything right. Change of clothes, better posture, switching out the rugs-"
"A woman has to choose you," the bunny interrupted. Po tilted his head. "You're right, you can have all the talent, looks, and confidence, and chances are that you'll find someone wanting to date you more easily, but that person CHOSE you. Guys chose women, but women make themselves available to certain men."
"What's the diff?"
"There is none. It's the same thing just done a different way. You can be the headshot of the town and still not have the girl you want coming after you. Because she ultimately chooses you. Why she chooses you is important too. Some go for power, for looks, for personality, the works."
"Baby!" Po glanced over and saw a small, shorter male bunny waving his hand. The female bunny got her purse and got off the stool.
"I've got to go. My husband's here."
"Hey, just curious, why did you 'choose' your husband?" Po asked.
The female bunny smiled wide. "Because he chose me. And he keeps choosing me." With that, she left, leaving a dumbfounded panda mesmerized. Po looked at his drink for a minute or two before another person sat next to him.
"Hello," she said in a mellow voice. "What are you doing here, cutie?" Po spun his head and saw a jet-black cat with a night-Blue simmering silk strapless dress. Her half-lidded twinkling eyes stared mischievously at Po's gapping jaw. The smooth sheen to her fur traveled to her big bubbly 36EE breasts and wide fat hips and ass. Her giggle woke Po up from his daze.
"Oh, nothing much... just getting schooled... apparently," Po shook his head again and smiled. "Hey, I'm Po."
"Emma."
"Nice to meet you, Emma. You look amazing in that dress."
"Mmm, thank you," Emma purred. Po gave a goofy grin. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Just trying to be social... in my own way," Po smiled a little more relaxed.
"Oh? Alone?"
"Nah, my sis is over there."
"Oh! You're Mistress's baby brother," Emma grinned.
"Well, not exactly baby, but you know," Po shrugged. Emma slid to the edge of the stool with her elbow still on the bar as she faced Po.
"Mmm, I've got to say, you're much more handsome than Mistress told us."
"Hehe, that's a first," Po nervously chuckled. "I guess you're one of her girls?"
"Of course."
"Hehe, I forgot how pretty you guys were," Po smiled, rubbing the back of his head. Emma's smile broadened.
"She mentioned you. Said you had a lot of... potential." The black cat's hand slowly crept onto Po's leg. "And she said something about being a good boy in bed?"
"Ahhhaha! Well, I don't really know about that. Besides, I'm... just getting in the game... so to speak," Po said, glancing between her eyes and her hand. "But I'm... learning."
"Mmmm. That's good," Emma purred.
"Um... Emma, could I ask you something? Is it... is it true that you girls have been wanting to be with me for a while?"
"Of course," Emma lightly laughed. "When she said a panda, most of us wanted to jump you at home. And I know the new girl Kayla has been talking about how cute you are."
"Hehe, a cute panda with a confidence problem," Po said as Emma's hand stepped out of her stool and sat right on his leg.
"I don't think so. You're doing good so far," Emma smiled kindly. Po replicated the smile, but it dipped for a moment. He remembered what Tai-Lung had said about confidence. "What's wrong, cutie?"
Po tightened his lips for a moment before gently grabbing Emma's chin and drawing her into a kiss. Emma quickly reciprocated, wrapping her delicate arms loosely around his neck. Her plump lips matched Po's. He opened his mouth up to let her venture her tongue. He did the same to her. "Mmmmm," Emma hummed, feeling the panda's hands cover the small of her back. Her legs almost straddled his waist, but Po placed a firm hand on her slightly plump belly; it wasn't big, just a small bump cutely wedged between massive hips and breasts. They parted. Emma whined a bit but smirked, whispering, "Do you want somewhere more private?"
"Yeah," Po gulped. Emma giggled, pecking his lips before leading him to the back of the club. "Actually, why don't we get a little... fancy?" Po grinned widely. Emma rose her eyebrow and followed the panda out of the club.
Emma wasn't expecting a deluxe stay at a hotel with a beautiful balcony overseeing the city. "Oooh, you go all out for a girl."
"Heheh, part of being a trust fund kid," Po nervously grinned. "I'll be honest that I'm a little ashamed to be using their money like this."
"You mean like Mistress uses it?"
"Ah... touché," Po smirked, making the cat giggle. Emma looked around the plush white bed and simple bedroom. "Soo uh... what did you want to-" Po didn't say much when Emma jumped to her tip-toes and kissed him; she was a tad shorter. Po wrapped his arms around her, rubbing the top of her wide ass. He jumped a bit when her hand caressed his clothed junk.
"Oooh sensitive?"
"Still new to being... well... interested in," Po chuckled. Emma rose an eyebrow, breaking the kiss.
"Why wouldn't you be interesting? You're cute, kind, and funny," Emma grinned as she whispered into his ear. "Now let's see if you're as rough as your sister."
"Ahh, that... that'll be new for me," Po stuttered.
"First for everything," Emma purred. She bolted down to his pants, giving him no time to react, and pulled his pants down in one swing. "OOOoooooohhh!"
"Wahh!" Po stood dazed. "Wow, you're uh... fast."
"Hehehe, tons of practice," she winked. Emma saw the panda's member rising and licked her coal-black lips. "And you're definitely big like your sister."
"Thank you," Po's eyes shot wide as Emma stood up and kissed him again.
{Sexy time on AO3 or Adult Fanfiction}
"Ooohhhh fuckk," She moaned. "Thatmmmmmm fuck," She gasped as she fell onto her side with Po. "Oooooh that was... ooohhh fuck my legs can't even move."
"Hehe, sorry."
"No, no, don't apologize," Emma laughed deliriously. "That means you did it right."
"Hehe, thanks."
"Mmmm," Emma cuddled up to him, sandwiching his dick between her thick thighs. "You don't mind if I stay here with you, do you? I don't think I can walk home."
"I wasn't planning on leaving," Po grinned a bit nervous. The cat only smiled and rested her head on his chest. "So... how did I do with... roughness?"
"Mmm, I like it. I like the soft boy/rough in bed trope."
"Haha! I guess so."
"But I like your roughness," Emma purred, rubbing his chest. "You're very confident when you're rough. Hell, you're just confident."
"Yeah... hehe thanks," Po sighed happily as the black cat fell asleep. "Hmm. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm confident enough to try." With that, he fell into a deep sleep.
