Disclaimer: Zhali is not my original character.

"Why did you do that?" Jessica grumbled. "You should have pounded their faces in."

"Not everything needs violence, Jess. Trust me, when we get there, you'll see," Po smirked. The husky pouted as they drove to the club. Last night, a pack of rough-looking wolves was badmouthing Po, calling him names. The panda shrugged it off and fought to hold Jessica back from kicking all of them in the balls.

However, things turned around when Po had to basically dropkick the wolves for harassing some of Jessica's girls. Po still smiled at how he held one of the wolves, the one with the loudest mouth, upside down and dangling like a chew toy. Before the rest of his gang could jump Po, the panda offered the wolf an alternative to Jessica's girls and directed them to a group of tall women of well-endowed tigers, kangaroos, mares, and badgers. The loudmouth wolf accepted the offer and walked out with the group of women and his posse.

That's why Jessica was upset. "Anyway, who was the tall tiger you were talking to there?"

"Oh, you mean last night?" Jessica nodded. "Oh, Zhali. That's her group of friends." The tiger had stood out to Jessica because it seemed like Po and her were close.

Very close.

The husky shrugged it off. Maybe the tiger was someone who could teach those idiots a lesson. As they came into the dark red-hued theme club, Jessica immediately spotted the group of wolves. But they were flinching and cowering in the corner. Po smiled and walked over to them. "Hello."

The wolves flinched shyly.

"He... hello," Said the loudmouth wolf in the meekest smallest voice. "Mr. Daddy-"

"Please, my name is Po," The panda's wide grin couldn't be shaken for the life of him. The wolf gulped a bit, pressing into the chests of his taller friends. "Did you have a good time with Mrs. Zhali and her friends?"

They all blushed. "Y... yes," said the loudmouth wolf.

"And what did you learn from that?"

"To respect women," They all said in unison.

"Good, good," Po said, turning away, but the loudmouth wolf held him back.

"Excuse me... Mr. Po? Is um... Zhali... here tonight," He said with an immense blush on his face. Po smirked. That wasn't fear on the wolf's face.

"She can be," Po grinned. The wolf and his friends perked up.

"Could you... uh... call her?"

"I'll see what I can do," Po smiled, patting the small wolf on the head. He strolled back to Jessica by the bar, smiling wider than the Grand Canal.

"What... the hell... was that?!" She asked. "How did you change them in a day? What happened?"

Po looked at her and narrowed his eyes in confusion. Then a lightbulb flickered on. "That's right, you don't know Zhali and her friends. She's a futa."

Jessica's eyes widened. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She almost fell out of her stool. "Oh man. Aww, I wish I had done it."

"You would've been too angry to be merciful," Po pointed out.

"Mmm, that's true. How did you and the tiger girl meet, though?"

"Hehe well, it was a little bit after you pegged me for the first time," Po started, remembering the night.

Flashback

Po was at a different bar, wearing a deep red colored dress shirt. He had left his sports jacket at home, but he didn't care. He was alone, relatively speaking. No girls flirted with him, no guys tried to pick on him, and none of Jessica's girls seemed to be there. Po sipped his glass of water in peace. With the constant attention nowadays, he was glad for the peaceful moments. "I didn't know they served vodka here," said a voice standing next to him. Po turned to a tall female tiger with black shoulder-length hair and a long ponytail. She wore a necklace with the male and female signs interconnected. Her smile held a full black bottom lip while her ears had metal stud earrings.

"Uhhh," Po shook out of his daze. "No, no, this is just water."

"Mind if I have a seat?"

"No, please sit."

The tiger sat next to him. She was taller than Po by about a head and a few inches. She wore a stunning red strapless dress. Her arms were strong and meaty. She could definitely win against Po in a fight, even though the panda was stronger now. Her bosom was much larger. Two tightly bubbles bounced with every hypnotic movement she made in a tightly woven dress. Po stole his eyes away.

"Like what you see?"

"Hehe, sorry. Didn't mean to stare."

"It's okay," The tiger smiled. "You're a cute panda you know."

"Uh... thanks. You're uh... very pretty," Po stuttered. Why was he so nervous? "So um... who are you?"

"I'm Zhali."

"Oh, I'm Po."

"Nice to meet you, Po," The tiger sensually leered down the panda's body. "You're very handsome too."

"Hehe, I guess."

"You work out?"

"Yeah, a bit. You seem to work out too," Po pointed out. His eyes drifted to her legs. The dress had a high thigh slit, displaying her chunky form-fitting legs. "Wow, you're very uh... very beautiful."

"Mmm, thank you, Po," She smiled but gently grabbed his chin, lifting it up. "But my eyes are up here."

"HHAHA! Sorry, sorry," Po nervously replied. He accidentally knocked over some napkins. "Oh, sorry, let me get that. I'm just a mess today."

"Hmm it's okay," The tiger hummed. Po dropped off the stool and started picking up the napkins. His back was turned for a while, letting Zhali look at his butt. The tiger grinned to herself, licking her lips. As Po worked his way around the stool, his eyes traveled up Zhali's dress.

And he found something that made his nervousness make sense.

"Ah," Po said rather heavily. Heavy enough to make Zhali look down.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Po said with an easier smile. "Just found the last napkin." Zhali smiled back, but her eyebrow rose. "So, you like being fit, huh? What do you usually work out?"

"Mmmm, upper body strength, but I do some... hip thrusts every now and then."

"I can tell," Po smiled confidently.

They talked about fitness, their hobbies-she liked working out a lot- and slowly the conversation came to dating. She liked people like Po, pudgy soft-belly bodybuilders, but she also liked being in charge. "I'm okay with that," Po smiled.

Po's shift in attitude caught the tiger off guard, but she seemed okay with it. Especially with what she had in mind. "You know, my house isn't far away. Wanna get some coffee?"

"Sure," Po smiled. She stood up, clacking to the door with her high heel shoes. "You are really pretty, you know."

"Flirt."

"What? No, no, no, I mean it," Po smiled a little shyly. "Can't a guy say a girl's pretty with nothing on the table?"

"Mmm, I guess," Zhali said, leaning close. "And if I were on the table?"

"Well that's a different story," Po smiled back. Zhali leaned down and kissed the panda. Her ravenous tongue entered Po's mouth, and he eagerly accepted, letting his own tongue swirl around hers. She controlled the show, wrapping her hand down the panda's muscular chest. She pulled back and grinned hungrily.

"So, shall we?" Zhali grinned. Po smiled back, opening the door for her. "Oh, a gentleman."

"Well, when I need to be."

The tiger purred lowly. They drove to her place, and the panda walked into her small apartment. "Hehe, it almost looks like my old apartment," Po said taking off his jacket.

"I'm glad you like it," Zhali smirked. Po simply looked at her and found her plump sugar-like lips connected to his. Her growl entered his throat, and the panda groomed over the tiger's body, moving up to her breasts. "Mmm. Getting handsy aren't we?" She purred. "Let's take this to the bed."

"O-Okay," Po said. They went to the bedroom where posters and pictures of combat video games or sexy women and men hung on the walls. "Nice place."

"It is." She spanked him, grinning at his small yelp. "Now, I think it's time for me to show you my goods."

"Hehe, I can't wait," Po smirked.

"I'm going to take a shower. Why don't you sit down and get comfortable?"

"Sure," Po smiled in a goofy manner. The large tiger walked into her bathroom as the panda waited on the bed. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and kicked off his polished shoes. Rolling his shoulders back, he pulled off the shirt and looked around the pale blue walls. "Wow! You got the limited edition Star Raptor II kit! Complete with action figure hacksaw! Awesome!"

"Hahaha. I didn't know you were a video gamer," Said the mellow voice from the bathroom.

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"Well, that was fun. Got to be careful next time," He muttered. He gazed at the tiger's exhausted body and couldn't help but gently pull at her nipple piercings, causing the tiger to wake up. "Whoops! I didn't mean to wake you."

"But you were okay with copping a feel?" Zhali smirked.

"Ehehheh."

"Wow," Zhali sighed as Po sat next to her. "That was incredible."

"Sorry about the remote."

"No need to apologize, hon. It was worth it," Zhali replied. Po hummed contently. "So... tell me about your step-sister that fucked you."

"Oh well, she's kinda got her own harem of women and futas and femboys and stuff. I'm just really the spare penis in the group."

"Not from what you're capable of."

"Hehe, she definitely treats people nicely. And she's very kind at the heart of all her... weird kinks."

"She sounds wonderful."

"She's always open to more people," Po said.

"Mmm, Nah. I think I'll stay with my boyfriend. I like him."

Po smiled, "I'm sure he's a very lucky guy."

After the panda's story, Jessica's grin couldn't be wider. "I'm surprised you're Bi, Po."

Po rolled his eyes. "I'm not bi. I still like only females. I'm just a straight man with a weird kinky fetish."

"HAHAHA! It shows," Jessica smirked, but it turned sad. "You know I don't see you as a spare cock for my girls, right?"

"I know, but you can't deny it doesn't help, right?" Po chuckled.

"I... guess," She replied carefully. Just then, they heard a commotion behind them. The two look to see two deers, male and female, proposing. The male deer was gathered around his friends and the female deer gathered around her friends. The male deer showed her a ring, and from the looks of it, it seemed like he was trying to make it private for the two of them, but the friends had figured it out and started watching. Po could tell he was on the shorter side. The female deer clasp her hooves together over her mouth.

But all Jessica and Po heard was, "I'm sorry, but... no... I can't. I'm... I'm really sorry." And she ran out of the club. The male deer frowned and covered his eyes, pretending to rub them.

But his friends and her friends laughed. "Oh man, she's cold! Look at how she murdered my boy. I told you she wouldn't go for him."

"Wow, I wonder why she said no," Jessica mused.

Suddenly, the glass in Po's hand shattered. "Po! Are you o-"

"I'll be back in a second," He said, slamming the cash to pay for the glass. "HEY!" He bellowed in a voice that made all the deers' friends quiet. "Leave the guy alone. His friends should help him, not laugh at his pain. If you've got nothing but jokes to throw at him then leave, none of you can call him a friend." The friends, a couple of them rabbits, deers, and pigs, cowered. The male deer stood up and gently rested his hand on Po's arm.

"Sir, I appreciate the thought, but... it's okay. These are just my friends," He said weakly. "They're always like this."

"Yeah, we were just trying to lighten the mood," said one of the girl's friends. Po's jade eyes bore into her.

"And if it were the other way around? If you had seen her propose to him and he said no? You would have petted her and given her tissues. But you laugh at this guy," Po spun his head down to the male deer. "And don't excuse their behavior. You needed them for morale support and they laugh at you?! A man's pain isn't something to laugh at!"

"Yeah, but he doesn't have to cry about it. No sense in being a little bitch about it," said one of the male deer's friends. Po growled, silencing him.

"Just because a man cries, just because he can't stand up for himself at his lowest moment doesn't mean you laugh at him! This could've easily been anyone of you and by the looks of it, you would have laughed at each other the same way!" Po swiped his hand. Tiny bloody pieces of glass spilled out. Everyone gulped, and Po looked at the male deer. "I think you need new friends."

The deer stared at Po and looked out the door. Then he turned back to Po and his friends. "I think... I think I'm gonna go home... alone this time."

"Wait! But your our ride!" Said one of the friends.

"Yeah, and I think I've been riding with the wrong people," The male deer said. Then he spoke to Po. "Thank you, sir." The panda could see a small tear run down his face. "Thank you."

"Of course, strong guys stand up for themselves. Stronger guys stand up for others, not that you aren't strong. Life can break down the strongest people," Po smiled. He motioned Jessica to follow him out and the three left the bar. The deer walked to his car. "What are you gonna do?"

"Probably feel sorry for myself."

"Hey, there is therapy."

"For something like this?" The deer asked.

"Just to have someone who doesn't make you feel small," Po smiled and pulled out Tai-Lung's card. "He's a friend of mine. Good listener. I'm sure he'd love to have you."

The male deer looked at the card and smiled back. "Thank you, sir." He turned to his car, but the female deer stood right in between. "Lisa?"

"Derek, I-" Her lip quivered. "I'm sorry. I just... I didn't mean to hurt you it's-"

"No, no, it was stupid. We've only been dating a year and..." He trailed off, sighing heavily.

"You didn't hurt him," Po interjected. "You told him your honest feelings. There's nothing wrong with that. The real pains in the asses were your friends and them badgering him and calling him names. Like, dude, I'm sorry, but you guys need new friends."

The two deers looked at each other and laughed. "I could... drive you home?"

"I... I think I'd like that," Lisa smiled. Po grimaced on the inside. Going back with the woman who rejected you was a funny way of recovery, but they seemed to be good friends. Maybe that's why she rejected him.

"Hey, Derek was it?" Po spoke up. "When you're looking for friends, don't limit yourself. Some friends come from weird places. And some of them would be perfect for you."

Derek looked at Po and then at Lisa. He smiled, "I think you're right, Mr..."

"Po, just Po."

"Well, thank you, Po," Lisa said. "Thank you for... standing up for him when no one else would."

"Make sure you both heal up, okay?" Po called out as they got into the car. The deers drove off. The panda stared the car off and smiled.

"Okay, what the fuck was that about?!" Jessica finally spoke up.

"Huh, I thought you would've said something sooner."

"Sorry, I was too busy picking up my jaw from the floor."

"Aww, I left you speechless?" Po smirked.

The husky rolled her eyes. "What was that?"

"You mean standing up for the guy?"

"I mean, why were you so mad that you broke the glass?"

"Because I'm tired of seeing that bullshit!" Po shouted. "I've seen too many people torture and torment the cinnamon roll just for him to be the next player on the street. Or worse, kill himself." Jessica's eyes widened as she stepped back a bit. "And I'm sick and tired of people treating men's pain as if it's nothing. When a woman's in pain, she'll get comfort no questions asked. But a guy goes through the same break, and what does he have? A bunch of friends telling him get on top of the next girl, or stop moping about it, or they laugh at him! While the girl gets petted from both guys and girls like a frail piece of glass," Po growled, "And then women wonder why men become cold, distant, and often step on their hearts. It's because they're afraid of getting hurt again! And then men wonder why women want to be in charge, independent, and in control. It's because women are tired of being treated the way they're being treated. But I'm sick and tired of people looking at a crying man and making jokes about it! And I'm sick and tired of people thinking that guys don't have feelings, that they don't have insecurities, that they don't have things that they wish they could talk about with others, but they can't. A girl can find any dude willing to fake listen to them. A man doesn't get that! I'm... he's either told that it's going to be alright, but he's never allowed to emote like women do! Women get to cry, why don't men?!"

He didn't realize he was breathing hard until he stopped. He didn't realize he was crying until he wiped his face with the bloody hand.

Jessica silently ripped the helm of her shirt and wrapped it around Po's hand. "You're talking about yourself, aren't you?"

"I... yeah."

"Was it... was it because of me?"

"What?! No!"

"Really?" She shot up her head with tears in her eyes. "Because who else could've made you feel small? Did you ever have thoughts like that? That you should just kill yourself because you felt less than a man?"

"I..." He took too long. Jessica's tear-filled eyes widened. "Only once! Only one time!"

"It only takes one time, Po!"

"Jessica, I know you're not a bad person. I just... I just hate it when truly kind guys like me get trampled on because we're just... cinnamon rolls. I'm not talking about those 'nice guys' who are just entitled jerks. I'm talking about kind people and... yeah, okay maybe I'm talking about myself here."

Jessica latched onto him, dragging her fingers down his back. "I love you, Po. Please, please don't ever think that you're less of a person just because of me or someone else." She squeezed him tighter as tears dripped down her face. "Please, I don't want to lose you."

"Jessica." Po had never seen his sister this distraught. He could remember the times she stood up for him and fought for him. At the time, Po thought he was weak because he couldn't stand up for himself, but he began to realize it wasn't because of his lack of strength that Jessica defended him.

Jessica loved him. Her brother, lover, friend. Whatever the title was, Jessica loved him.

Just like Tigress loved him.

"Please," Jessica whispered hoarsely. "Don't go."

"I won't," Po smiled, hugging her back. "I won't. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Po, if I'm hurting you or if someone else is hurting you, just please tell me. You're right. You shouldn't have to hurt needlessly. I can't protect you from pain but I can try my best to make sure you don't suffer. No one deserves to suffer. Especially not you."

"Thanks, sis," Po smiled.

"Come on, let's go home and get that hand bandaged up."

"Thanks," Po chuckled.

"And Po? I'm proud of you for standing up for that guy. It... makes me wonder how I cuckold people," She frowned.

"Jess, you only do that for people who want it and deserve it. Not for people who want to assert their flake-y dominance. Heck, even if I was 4 inches long or 30 inches long, I would still have confidence issues or none of them. Like I said, sex isn't everything," Po paused for a moment. "I guess that's why I stopped looking at porn. People kept showing it as if there's this one alpha guy that reigns over all and gets all the women. But... living with you made me realize that's not the case. Women make decisions about who they'll sleep with. Either they have a weak moment or they choose someone different. Either way, it says nothing about the guy as a whole. But I will not stand for laughing at another man's undeserved pain. Nobody likes a bully."

Jessica paused for a moment and then smiled. "You're a good man, Po."