A Lovely Present: Chapter Three

Let's Play

I own neither Kung Fu Panda, nor Disturbia (music vid). May be explicit, may not be, depends on your definition. WARNING! If the idea of two people being in love, regardless of species, age, or gender bothers you, DO NOT READ!! You have a back button, STFU and use it. If you don't mind that, then enjoy! WARNING! RAPE is in this chapter!! It does not meant the authoress approves of this vile act, nor does she encourage it. That said, it does, in fact, add to the plot.

Also, if you like this story, it's all because of Awerewolf. He's the one who made me brave enough to write it, and was wonderful enough to beta it. If there was a way to thank him for all the encouraging things he wrote, it's not one I have the money for, so I hope dedicating this fiction to him and letting him know that his Tai/Po is on its way is enough. Thank you so much for all your kindness and for being you. Rock on!

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Ch. 3

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A unanimous gasp rang out in the hall, expressions shifting between fear, rage, and despair. Tigress growled sharply, while Mantis and Viper's faces were streaked with tears, Crane disbelieving, and Monkey and Shifu shaking their heads.

Oogway sobbed, "Please, don't make me do this. I cannot make this decision."

The woman smiled as she queried, "What decision? Po's been trying to convince you it's okay for a month, at least. You know, he had planned something very special for you. He spent nearly a year's allowance earned from working day after day at his father's restaurant for a very special gift."

A tiny, emerald box embroidered with expertly placed golden swirls appeared in her hand. On its front was a small, silver keyhole with several elegant characters over and below it, spelling out 'to my heart' in ruby and sapphire.

"Po spent nearly a month working on this, using supplies from a blacksmith. He slaved over it, making sure every detail, every character, and every note was perfect. Of course, he wasn't simply given that amount of precious emerald, polished silver, purest gold, lustful ruby, and delicate sapphire for free. It cost him every yuan he had to his name. And he made it for you. But wait, it gets even better. See the lock?" she pointed a black-tipped finger at the keyhole. "It says, 'to my heart'. This key," she held up a jade key, intricately carved, fragile, with carefully engraved characters upon it. "is for the box. It reads, 'You hold the key'. The irony of this, of course, is that now you, and only you, can set his heart free. All you have to do is take him. There is, of course, a catch. He won't be himself until afterwards."

She smirked as Oogway's face contorted in a mixture of amazement, fear, and something else, something none had ever witnessed from the tortoise: rage. This woman had managed to ignite his inner demonic rage, and all could feel the waves of heat radiating from him, his frail-looking frame rocking with anger, breathing ragged, glaring at the woman, the witch.

"Oh, did I hit a nerve? Po, go wait for Grand Master Oogway in the parlor," mocked the black clad humanesque being.

The black and white panda sauntered out of the hall, twitching his fingers several times before they resumed their natural curl.

"One more thing? You have twenty minutes before my spell becomes permanent, so if you're going to make a decision, I suggest you do it quickly," she chuckled.

Oogway fell silent. He didn't know what to do. If he did take Po, it would be an unforgivable act; he would have raped an innocent. No one could forgive that. If he didn't, Po would be forever the captive,

"Master Oogway!" called Tigress, breaking him from his thoughts. The look she wore sang of anger, but not all of it seemed directed at the witch.

"Master, Po was willing to give everything he owned for you, you have to take him!" she cried.

"I cannot rape an innocent, Tigress," he replied, a haunted look upon his features. "There is no honor in that, no dignity for Po."

"So that's what this is really about? Your dignity? This has nothing to do with right or wrong, you just don't want to look like an old pervert! I looked up to you for guidance, once, but now, this, it makes me wonder if all your teachings, you so called 'peace' is nothing but a scam. If you are not willing to give up your precious dignity for the one who loves you, then maybe he should just go. Maybe, then, if he's a slave, he'll at least know where he stands," she growled, earning startled looks from the other masters around her.

There was more, but Oogway heard none of it, vague shouting in the background as he reconsidered. Maybe Po would hate him for the rest of his natural life, but at least he would have that life to live. Who was he to deny him freedom? Who was he to deny him life?

The angry bickering between his subordinates ceased as he shouted, "I'll play!"

All eyes were on him as he restated, "I'll play your sick game, but after this, I never want to so much as hear of you near China again."

The woman smiled as she flicked her fingers at him and he found himself in the Parlor, Po sitting upon large bed in full lotus position. The room was a deep orange, and it smelled of mint leaves and fine sake. The entire floor was covered in a warm, cream-colored carpet, and had no other furnishings beside the bed. The large, circular bed had a rail about a foot and a half high made of wood insured that whomever slept upon it would not fall off. A single entrance onto the gargantuan bed was about four feet wide, and black, red, and cream pillows were piled high against the railings. The sheets were unwrinkled satin and the pillows were smoothest silk. All in all, it would have been a wonderful place for a first time had Po been able to control himself.

Looking around, he found no doors, no windows, no candles, and yet a dim light permeated the room from seemingly everywhere, as shadows were cast every which way. A voice, the witch, spoke, the sound resonating off the walls, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"Do you like it? I designed it for you. I've extended the time to two hours, so you can enjoy your little panda bear more fully. After all, it is his first time. Oh! I almost forgot to mention that he has been able to see, feel, smell, taste, and hear everything so far. I'd tell you what he was thinking, but it would ruin the game! Now, all you have to do is speak a command, doesn't matter how disrupted," she let out a small giggle, low curves of her voice like the satin of the sheets. "or quiet it is, he'll do it. And by the way, you have to take him, not the other way around for the game to work, so no heroic measures, Master."

Oogway shot Po a sad, apologetic look as he approached, realizing he had to ignore his dignity, his pride, and his honor in order to save Po's soul from damnation. Wanting to make it as pleasurable for Po as he could, given the situation, Oogway ran a hand down his arm, smoothing his fur down, as he whispered softly in one petite ear, "Po, I'm so sorry. I was wrong to try to stop you. I was wrong to try to ignore your advances. I have wanted you for a while, but not like this. If you want, after you're free, you may leave. You never have to see me again. I just wish there was some way I could make this up to you."

Looking into Po's empty eyes, Oogway found his expressionless face had not so much as twitched. Sighing, he began.

A clawed hand lifted Po's fingers to his mouth as he sucked on each in turn, allowing his other hand to play with Po's furred chest, painting the characters 'I love you' across his heart. Letting his tongue reside on Po's pinky for a moment, he pulled his face back and pressed his lips full against Po's, breathing out, "Kiss me."

The response was instantaneous. Po's soft lips expertly latched onto Master Oogway's, tongue licking its way into his mouth, only to dart out as he began nibbling on his lower lip, earning a deep moan of need from the elder.

"S-stop," he ordered, and Po froze.

"Lay back," he commanded and Po obeyed. Tugging at his shorts, Master Oogway pulled them off effortlessly, revealing his love's arousal. While he was still horrified at what he was doing, he had to admit Po was a very nice size. He had to be at least eight inches, and was pleasantly wide.

Kissing Po full on his lips, Oogway slid out from his shell and pressed full against Po. As tears cascaded down his face, a mantra of apologies streamed from his lips. Trying to ignore his pleasure, he took Po's virginity, kissing him as he apologized, shutting his eyes in shame as a treacherous part of his mind sang of how wonderful it felt.

Finishing the act, he returned to his shell and waited for Po to be freed.