"You think she's neglectful."

"I didn't say that."

"But you did."

"Tai, shut up," Po grunted. They sat at their usual place at the deli. "I don't know. There's something about how they treat me versus how they treat Jessica. I don't know why there's just a difference."

"You did say you were two different people."

"Yeah, but I didn't think it was such a big thing," Po replied. Tai-Lung rested back in his chair, clanging his spoon in his teacup. "She said she took care of them, I just never asked in what way. Money can only do so much, but the girls just come to me so they can cuddle and feel heard."

"And you're okay with it."

"But I've seen them cuddling with Jessica too."

"Po," Tai-Lung sighed. "Maybe since you're finally accepting yourself, you're seeing a flaw in someone else's world that you didn't see before. I mean, you used to prize how bold Jessica was, now it looks like you're in doubt."

"I know she's a good person. She takes care of people. I know that and I've seen that. But I don't know if... Ugh, maybe you're right."

"Why is she sleeping with all of these girls anyway?" Tai-Lung ventured. Po froze. He looked at Tai-Lung and sighed heavily before rubbing the back of his neck.

"That's... that's definitely a personal question. Too personal."

"For you?"

"For her."

"Oh," came the reply.

"That's not the point, though. With the big house and plenty of rooms, the others have already started coming in. Some of these girls didn't have anywhere to go, so I guess it's a good thing."

"And you bring a safe place for them, which is good," Tai-Lung smiled.

"Yeah, I'm just exhausted," Po sighed.

"You don't have to shoulder everyone's burden, you know. Take some time to help yourself and not worry about others' problems. It's theirs to figure out anyway. I mean, you've had some issues, too."

"What are you, my therapist?" Po grunted, but his eyes quirked up. "Say, Tai. What exactly do you do for work?"

"I'm a psychologist."

"Of course," Po grumbled at his smirk. "That makes sense."

"Sorry for keeping it from you."

"Hmm," Po mumbled.

"On a... more serious note," Tai-Lung said, leaning forward. "I... I wanted to say I'm sorry for... everything in high school."

"Wha? Dude, it's okay. That-"

"No, no, I mean... that incident. At the party?"

"Oh!... Oh," Po hung his head and gazed into the clear water. His reflected face frowned with him. "That."

"I'm... so so sorry for the pain I caused you there I-"

"It's okay, Tai."

"No it is not!" Tai-Lung slammed his hand on the table, making some of their liquids splash out. "You suffered so much because of me and now you're dealing with the consequences of my actions."

"Is that why you're helping me?" Po glared.

"No. That's not why. I know nothing I do is going to fix what I did. And I'll never forgive myself for that," Tai-Lung whispered.

A moment of silence raced past them.

Po sighed, "It's not your fault. You're helping me with stuff that was there even before that stuff happened."

"Have you... talked with her?"

Po blinked a couple of times and sighed. "No." Silence again. "You know... the real reason I was upset with that whole... incident? She was my first... everything. First crush, first kiss, first... you know. They say that your first is forever and-"

"Bullshit," Tai-Lung grumbled. Po flinched back. "Sorry, I hate it when people say that. Your first is forever. But that's not true. How else are you supposed to learn what you want and what you don't want? Sometimes you have to meet a lot of people. You don't have to date them but just meet them. Your first crush isn't gonna be your first girlfriend or lover. Even if they were, what if they die early? Are you going to be single for the rest of your life just because your first is forever? No! Not even they would want you to die just longing after them for the rest of your life. Life is too short for that! Sure, there are a lot of firsts in life, but don't discount the seconds and thirds. Besides, it's those firsts that make you appreciate the others more!"

Po blinked several times. Tai-Lung finally caught his breath. "Sorry, I just... I hate that saying. It makes it seem like everything in your life has to be perfect when nothing on this earth is. It's... It's so stupid."

"Alright, alright, calm down Doc," Po chuckled. "I get it. And you're right. We... I need to stop stressing over making mistakes and start learning from them."

"Hm."

"But that doesn't explain the outburst," Po said. "Are you sure... this isn't more... personal?

"I guess I have an issue with it because my first was a... total waste of time. And I struggled to make sure it wasn't. But you can't put gas into a sinking ship."

"By the way," Po smirked. "How is it with you? You and your wife."

Tai-Lung narrowed his eyes. "Why are you trying to pry?"

"You know everything that goes on in my life. It's only fair that you're a little open with yours."

"Hmph," Tai-Lung grumbled. "She's..." His mind went back to Mina, his panda wife waiting for him at home. She worked as a small business investor and ghostwriter, but she still did stuff around the house. She usually stood in the kitchen with a pink apron on, stirring a pot or pan, humming along to some old tune she didn't know. Unbeknownst to her, someone stalked her, sneaking up from behind before wrapping their large arms around her pudgy waist.

"OH! Oh, Tai-Lung," Mina sighed as the large cat rested his head on the junction of her shoulder and neck. "You scared me."

"Are pandas always skittish?" Tai-Lung smirked.

"Shut up, you little pest," Mina smirked back. The panda returned to her work of cooking and placed it in their containers for later, while always being hugged from behind. Tai-Lung went to their bedroom. The evening started to set in, and while the mindlessness of TV only entertained him for twenty minutes, he turned to the door to see a beautiful panda waiting for him...

In her bright blue lacy bra and panties, leaning on the doorpost edge with a shy yet cheeky smirk. "Oh well, hello," Tai-Lung grinned. Mina smiled back.

{Adult Fanfiction or AO3 is where the sex is}

"Tai-Lung? Tai-Lung!" Po shouted.

"Huh?" Tai-Lung woke up from his daydream. The panda smirked. "What was your question?"

"How are you and your wife?"

"Oh, she's good," Tai-Lung said, sipping his tea.

And shifting his legs around to hide his bulge.

"Well, you're very informative," Po huffed. "But I think I'm going to go."

"And what about what we've been talking about?"

Po shrugged. "Tai-Lung, I can't change the past, but I can learn from it. Isn't that what you kept telling me?"

"Yeah," Tai-Lung smiled. "It is. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet my wife?"

"In the middle of the day?" Po smirked.

"Shut up, Po."

The panda laughed and went on with his day, tipping the waitress on the way out.

Later that day, Po grabbed his gym back and headed to work out. The gym was small, of course, most don't know what a small gym looks like. It had two rows of treadmills, a long rack of dumbbells and racks for deadlifts and weight squats, several other machines, and a yoga place for stretching and ball exercises. The panda usually had the gym to himself at this part of the day, around noon. He would exercise, spend the rest of the time having lunch, and then run later in the afternoon. It had been about six months since he started. The panda looked at himself in the mirror. He flexed his buff arms and chest with his bare chest in the mirror; the gym was pretty empty at this point, only two other people were there, the manager and some other person. Po didn't get a good look at them when he came in. His chest had slightly defined pecs while his belly, still pudgy and bouncy, had gotten either smaller or harder. He felt bigger, more energetic, and when he turned around to flex his back in the mirror, he couldn't help but smile.

His butt was still round, plump and bouncy. "Whew. Jessica won't be on my ass. Hehehe." After laughing at his own joke, he put his shirt back on and looked at the counter, where he saw the manager staring at him with a wide smile. "Oh! Uh... hi. Sorry about that."

"It's okay. I'm fine with it," the manager smirked. She was a light tan bunny with brown eyes, wearing a short tank top. She stood behind the counter, so Po couldn't really get a good look at her.

But he knew she could get a full look at all of him. Grabbing his bag, he walked over to the counter. "Are you leaving already?" The bunny pouted.

"Hehe. Yeah, sorry?" Po shrugged. "Um... I'm sorry, I don't think I know you're name."

"Ruby," The bunny grinned as she shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. I'm Po."

"I've got to say, Po. You've been working hard here. I really like seeing your progress."

"Or do you just like seeing me?" Po smirked.

"Hehehe." They talked for a while. Ruby was the gym manager for about a year while she lived with her girlfriend. The news saddened Po a bit, but learning she was bi perked him up a bit.

"But what about your girlfriend?" Po asked.

Ruby shrugged. "We have a pretty open relationship. She's free to be with anyone she wants, as long as she comes back home to me."

"And... you do the same?"

"Sometimes," Ruby shrugged. Some kind of alarm rang in Po's head, but he didn't know what it was for. Of course, that alarm stopped ringing when Ruby stepped away from the counter. She was bottom-heavy, but thick with supple yet muscular legs. Her arms were small and defined, and her strong slim core gave her figure more sexy points. Her breasts were around a BB cup, but her booty was a thick huge shelf while her thick thighs supported her small frame, "You know, you look like you need somewhere to change. You had a hard workout. I've got a personal shower in the back for managers."

"Oh uh. No need."

"Please, I insist."

"Oh okay." Po walked behind the counter and into the manager's space. There was just a desk and a small bathroom by the corner wall, but no shower. "Uh, Ruby, there's no-"

Click

"Oh no," Po spun around. The bunny calmly walked over to the panda. She stood about to the top of his belly; her head did anyway. "Oh, you wanted to-"

"Mmhm."

"Heheh," Po smirked. "All you had to do was ask."

"Hehe, thank you... Daddy Bear."

Po's eyes widened and he sighed. "Of course, you're one of Jessica's girls."

"Oh trust me, we're everywhere."

"Except the red light district, it looks like," Po grumbled. Ruby giggled.

{Sexy time on AO3 or Adult Fanfiction}

"Hah, hah, wow. Now I see why Sis has so many bunnies around. Huh," Po sighed, looking at his hard-on. Over time, Po had gotten into exercising his control over how much he came and how much sex he could have. He partly did this because the exercises felt a little good, but he also did this to not fill up every single woman with a bowl of cum in their bellies.

That and he didn't want people to pop, which never happened with Jessica, so he had nothing to worry about, but the fear of letting totally loose unnerved him. "Ugh, great, now I have to put the sweaty shirt back on. Ah well, that's what I get for having sex with the manager NOT in the showers," Po huffed. He placed his shirt and loose pants back on. His hard-on still tented his pants.

But the panda didn't feel right. He felt a little dirty. Something he hadn't felt since this whole journey started. What was it? Po shrugged it off and walked out. But as he walked out of the room, he turned and saw a lioness with her gym bag strapped to her back. She was the other person in the gym.

And she did not look happy.

She was muscular, much more than Ruby, and Po could've sworn she was two inches taller than him. Her arms were toned and slightly bulked out, and Po could see her boobs stood upright and perky, yet firmly in place by the muscle.

But the air she held was ominous, threatening. Po nervously chuckled. "The... uh... manager is... out." Had she heard them having sex? Somehow, Po figured that wasn't why she was glaring at him.

But then why?

The lioness didn't answer and simply left the gym. "Well, that was... weird," Po said. He collected his things and went to the showers before going home, but his head still thought about the mysterious lioness when he got a call from his dad.

"Hey, son! What's up?"

"Dad? I'm fine. What's up?"

"Nothing, well... not nothing, um... you might wanna sit down for this."