{Sexy time at AO3 or Adult Fanfiction}
Later,
Jessica grumbled and huffed on the couch, resting her arm on the cushions. She lazily watched the TV, not porn this time, just shows. She looked at the clock atop the TV reading 10:00 am. Her stomach growled. "Hmm, where is he?" Jessica could make her own meals, but nothing compared to Po's cooking. And after a night of two flings, she was starving.
"Hmmm," She glanced at her phone. It would be tempting to call him again, but she knew Po. He could take care of himself. Right? "Fuck it." Just as she was about to pick up the phone, the door's locks started moving and jingling, letting in a groaning but alive panda. "Po! Where have you been?"
"Huh? Oh, just... uh... Ah screw it. I was with Emma and Mia. Your girls. We uh...had uh..."
"Sex?" Jessica smirked. Po blushingly nodded his head. "Heh, I figured you got lucky when I saw you kissing that feline."
"You saw that!"
"Bro, I'm not blind."
"Yeah, yeah. Man, I'm starving," Po mumbled as he fumbled to the kitchen and grabbed the first things he could. Then he went through the pantry and sat at the dinner table, eating almonds, orange juice, raw spinach, a boatload of leftover lentils, and multivitamins. Jessica strolled over to him, resting her arms loosely around his neck from behind.
"I guess those girls took a lot out of ya?"
"Yeah, yeah, tease all you want," Po grumbled.
"Po, I'm just stoked you finally got the balls. You know how much my girls wanted to just meet you and you said no?" Jessica said. "I'm just saying, for a guy that doubts he's good-looking and good in bed, you don't have a single damn reason to be upset."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," He said, drinking all of the orange juice and going straight into the spinach. "BURRRP Excuse me."
Jessica smiled and lightly licked his cheek. "I'm proud of your little bro."
"Hehe, thanks. Actually, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you."
"What's that?"
"How much sex do you actually have?"
Jessica laughed. "A lot. You've seen my balls before. They'd hurt like hell if I didn't let loose at least once a day."
"Hm, I doubt that," Po murmured under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Uh... but I was wondering. Do you actually... take care of your girls?"
Jessica stepped to the side, placing her hands on her wide hips. While her frown and glare scared Po, he couldn't help but notice her plain black t-shirt and ball-hanger thongs hugging her body tightly
"What makes you think I don't?"
"Well, do you...uh fuck every single one?"
"Not personally but they have their customers to worry about."
"Customers... oh... yeah," Po slowly repeated.
"I take care of them, Po. If someone is in danger or if a guy or girl gets too handsy with my girls, I step in and floor my foot right in their-"
"Okay, I get it," Po stopped her. "Sorry I asked."
"Why do you keep asking stuff like this? You know I'm not this evil selfish person."
"Ah, ha, ha, ha," Po chuckled a bit as he stood up from his meal. "Not evil, but definitely a little selfish."
"Like when?"
"Like when you use your puppy eyes on me to use the shower before me."
"I need to get the cum out from my fur."
Po rolled his eyes. "Or when you ask me to rub your feet?"
"Hey! You offered."
"But not every time. What about when you spent my allowance on that entire horror series that you STILL haven't watched?"
"I paid you back," Jessica retorted.
"Alright, alright," Po sighed in defeat. "But you can't deny you're spoiled."
Jessica smiled and hugged the panda's large tummy. "By you and a whole harem of sexy girls."
"And guys?"
"Of course, I always like my femboys," Jessica giggled, grinding her breasts and body against him. "Care to join them?"
"Ahhh," Po would have pulled back, but his brain stopped him. His face turned quizzical. "Ah, no. Sorry."
"That's okay," Jessica squinted her eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I was just... Nothing, nothing," Po shook his head. "Uh. I should get going."
"Already?"
"Yeah, I remembered I have a meeting at the animation studio. I'll catch up."
"Hmm, alright," Jessica eyed the panda suspiciously as he readied his stuff and headed out.
Several days later
"And you think she's doing this... flirting because she actually wants you in some way."
"I know it's crazy, but my life is full of crazy."
"That's true," Tai-Lung muttered as he sipped his tea. "Mmm, better."
"But it's still weird, right?"
"Weird to who?"
"For her! I mean, but... I don't know. It's like... After living with her for a while it's become more... ehhhah."
"'Eehhhah'?"
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe," Tai-Lung muttered. "But other than that, it does sound like you're more confident with the ladies."
"Yeah, thanks for that advice. Jessica's still pretty miffed I took your advice instead of hers."
"Don't get me in trouble with your sister, Po."
"Hahah, don't worry about it," Po smiled. He looked into his tea and stared into the clear water's reflection. "Tai-Lung... What do you think a man is?"
"Didn't I already answer that question?"
"I mean... in a short concise word or two."
Tai-Lung sipped his tea to the bottom before speaking. "I don't think it can be. It's like trying to summarize a woman. And you know how futile that is." Tai-Lung stared out through the deli window. "Strength doesn't matter, but a man should just have the guts to always get back up. Some kind of pursuit or goal, even if it's small. Someone with absolutely no ambition is kinda boring. Responsible. I mean it's okay to have all the parties in the world, but people do need to know that you'll be there for them. Able to face his fears. That doesn't mean you can conquer your fears, but you'll need to face them, especially if someone you love needs you. Do what you'll say. Realize your words have power."
Tai-Lung sighed, "A man is really the same as a woman, now that I think about it. Regardless of gender, you have to have all those qualities. I think women are more sensitive to words and men are more sensitive to actions, but still. There... it's not really that much different."
"So what makes a man?"
"I guess... the guts to figure out what makes him a man."
"Really?" Po said in a deadpan voice.
"I mean it. Nothing external, though. If dominance, control, wealth, happiness, and pleasure are your thing, you're never gonna have a stable foundation. It's exhausting. Even in a perfect world, you'll still have to face the fear of losing control. I don't know, but I guess that's a start. An idiot thinks he knows everything. A coward doesn't want things to change. A good man knows how to adapt, learn, and face his fears. A great man knows when to ask for help."
"That's a... a lot, you know. Facing your fears."
Tai-Lung shrugged and stood up. "Honey is sweeter when you've been drinking bitter water for a while."
"Huh."
"And besides, what are your fears anyway? The fear of the unknown? Or worse, of the past coming to haunt you. But you learn, you adapt, and you face your fears."
"Did you have to do that with your wife?" Po asked. Tai-Lung smiled and nodded.
"See you around, Po. Don't you have a meeting to get to, though?"
"OH shoot! Thanks!" Po bolted out of the deli, thrusting his cash at the register, and ran out into the streets. The snow leopard simply shook his head.
Po had meetings as head of the animation team. The team liked him, but he did tend to get flustered a bit easier, so he greatly appreciated any and all help from the staff. In turn, it made the animators feel as if their work was appreciated. As Po began to settle more into his job, the workload on the staff started lifting, not only because Po could do it, but because Po could do it much faster than most people.
He still oversaw animation and work and found himself doing odd jobs at times: making sure the projects were saved, giving complimentary snacks for the teams, and coordinating partnership communication for bigger projects. As he walked into work, Po buttoned up his white dress shirt and straightened his black tie. His friend helped him with his black jacket. "You don't have to rush," The bird said. "It's a short meeting. We're just going over small details."
"Yeah, but I want to time it. Last time, I noticed it was going a little longer. We might need to cut parts of it."
The tall bird nodded as Po walked down the hall and opened the door. In the room sat two dogs: a German Shepherd and a pit bull.
The meeting, like the bird said, was short and sweet. As Po exited the meeting, the bird walked with him down to his office. "Anything else?"
"I'm not your secretary you know," Said the bird.
"Haha, sorry Crane. I didn't mean it like that."
"While you were gone for a bit, there was some shifting around. Have you noticed your new secretary yet?"
"No. What happened to the old one."
"Keyword old," Crane said.
"Oh!"
"She retired."
"Crane!" Po huffed. "You made me think she was dead."
"Sorry," The bird smiled. "But she's quiet, to be honest. Does her work just outside of your office and doesn't really say a word to the rest."
"Maybe I should talk to her."
"I'd stray away from making it public, though," Crane warned; the secretary's office was right in the hall where most people busily congregate. "It might seem like she's in trouble."
"I've only fired like two people."
"Just try and talk in your office."
Po rolled his eyes. "Fine. Have her come in my office."
"Excellent choice of words," Crane smiled. Po rose his eyebrow, but the bird didn't stay long enough for him to ask questions. The panda shrugged and walked back into his office. It was lined with pictures and posters of his companies' work and a few of his own accomplishments. The "Best Boss Ever" Award was right on his large desk. The light fell in from the large panel window stretching from the bottom to the twelve-foot ceiling. The only downside was the noise from the vents traveling above him, but it quickly became ambient noise. Po sat down at his desk and started looking through his computer files when a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Ping?"
"Please, call me Po-" The panda stopped short as he looked at his new secretary. "Waaaaiiit. MIA!"
"It's good to see, Daddy Bear," The white wolf winked as she closed the door behind her.
"Wha... what are you doing here? I thought you were uh..."
"One of Mistress's girls? I am, but I also like the office job," She smiled. "I like the office. Quiet, unsuspecting. Perfect for... private activities."
"With the thrill of getting caught," Po sighed and rolled out of his desk, glancing over the wolf again. Mia was a white arctic wolf with beautifully round EE cup tits bouncing with each step. Her ass was smaller compared to her breasts, but still a jiggly, tight, 47 inches ass. She had crisp blue eyes like his sister and black lipstick on her thick plump lips beautifully shone with her gorgeous white fur. She wore a flimsy dark purple blouse with a small pencil skirt that barely covered all of her butt. Po could tell it didn't cover anything when she sat down. Her long smooth legs had black fishnet pantyhose, and purple high heels matched her dress. Weirdly enough, she walked with a big satchel strapped around her shoulders. "What are you doing here? Have you always worked here? How come I never noticed?"
"I'm just as surprised as you. Though I think we were in different departments at the time," Mia smirked. "It's a pity. I would've loved to be in your private room with you."
"Hehe, I mean, we're already in one," Po chuckled nervously. The wolf giggled as she rounded Po's desk. "So... uh how are you?"
"I'm good." She looked out at Po's window. They were on the 16th floor, just high enough to see everyone but not to be seen. "I was just wondering," Mia said as she moved to stand right in front of Po, hopping her butt onto the desk. "Since this is your new room, would you like to christen it?" She spread her legs, showing her bright purple panties underneath, already partially soaked.
"You're... wet."
"I was thinking about our time together when you called me in. Mind if I have you all to myself?" Mia smirked. But Po stopped. His lips turned down a bit as his eyes drooped. "What's wrong?"
"Mia, uh... how was your day?"
"Huh? Um... fine?"
"What did you do today?"
"Uh... filed papers, and... daydreaming about you and... wondering what I'll make when I go home. Is... something wrong, Po? I-I-I mean Daddy Bear?"
Po smiled and gently grabbed the wolf's hand. He guided her to his lap. "Nothing, I just... want to know more about you."
"Oh! Uh... Okay," Mia replied. So they talked. Mia was a former student in business and graduated but felt stilted by her life. It needed excitement. So she found Jessica one day, with Emma's help, and became her office whore-worker. Of course, when she got into the animation business, her job became a little more exciting, especially with Po. Her prior life was dull. Dull parents, dull school, dull life.
"And the only excitement was from sex?" Po asked.
"Not just sex," Mia said, rolling her eyes. "I remember when Mistress offered me to get up stage and strip. Something about... being watched just... brought me to life."
"You're a thrill-seeker," Po smirked. "Makes sense why you asked me to fuck you on the balcony."
"And you still didn't do it," Mia cutely pouted. Po sighed with a smile. "And... thanks for this."
"For what?"
"Just... talking. Other than business and being with Mistress, I don't really have other hobbies."
"Why don't you find some?"
"Like what?"
"Hiking? Knitting? Competitive Beatboxing. BEO HGHA BEGH!"
"Hahaha! You're so funny, Daddy Bear."
"Please, it's okay to call me Po."
"Mmm, I think I like Daddy Bear better," Mia smiled. She was still sitting on his lap when the door started opening.
"Hide!" Mia shot underneath the table as Po rolled in. Luckily there was enough room for her to rest on her knees. "Oh! Hello sorry, you two scared me." It was the two dogs from the meeting.
"Po, we finished those edits to the video you wanted," The pitbull said
"Ah! Ah good, good, sorry I was just... thinking," Po said as they rolled in a TV. "Press play and let's see it." The German Shephard and Pitbull turned their backs and watched. Po watched too.
{Sexy time on AO3 or Adult Fanfiction}
"Mmmmm sooo good," Mia sighed in bliss as Po rested her on his chair. "I don't think ooooohhh, I'll be up... mmmmm shortly."
"Hehe, stay as long as you like," Po smiled as he folded her clothes.
"Wha... you don't have to... oooohhh fuck these afterglows," Mia groaned.
"Don't worry about it," Po laughed. "Just lock up when you're done. I hope you have something to wipe yourself with."
"I have a towel in my satchel. Never come to work without it."
Po rose his eyebrow. "Just how much sex do you have at the office." The wolf only smirked at him and winked. "Anyway, I'll be back. I'm locking the door behind me, okay?"
"See you later, Daddy Bear," Mia sighed as Po finally zipped up his own pants and left, dusting off any trance of prior activities. He rounded the corner and saw a familiar bird walking the other way.
"So how did it go with the video?"
"Good! Good," Po sighed.
"And secretary?" Crane smirked. "Did you find her... thrilling?"
Po blinked several times before sighing. "You knew she wanted to have sex with me."
"I knew," Crane smiled wide. "You owe me, you know."
"How?! I already, accidentally, got you hooked up to that cute crane at the bar."
"Hmmmm. I guess we're even then," Crane grinned.
"Right. Oh! And uh... could you put up some curtains in my office?"
"I'm not your secretary."
"Well, my secretary is... out so you are my secretary for the next... 30 minutes," Po smirked.
"Wait! That's not-"
"Have fun, Crane."
"Po!"
The panda laughed as the two argued on.
