Author's note: Hi... Yep... I'm doing another one of these... It's been a while... Let's see if I've "still got it." All joking aside, I've noticed an influx of more M-rated things (specifically on FFN) and so I thought, why not do one for old times sake? This is one I've kind of been toying with for a while because the concept itself has a lot of potential. Both writing wise and... yeah... That way too... If you are wondering, yes, this is a multi-chapter one. Not a LONG one by the way, probably around three chapters at the most. This one utilizes something from legends of awesomeness, but a bit revamped. I'll explain in the lower notes. For now, let's just get on with it!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KFP! (If dreamworks sees this, then that's never happening)

Enjoy.

An Interesting Gift

Moans, grunts, and chuffs ripple out from a building far back within the Jade Palace, one isolated from all the rest. A modest two-story house adorned in red and jade paint. Though these pleasurable noises reverberate throughout the house, their source lies squarely in one room. The bedroom.

"Oh, Tigress. I think I'm going woozy." Po can barely manage to sputter these words out, his mind melting into a puddle of pleasure as his loving Tigress happily rides him. She grinds herself onto him, making sure he can go in as deep as possible. This forces an electric shiver through his entire body, making his tongue loll out of his mouth. "Yes, yesyesyesyes. Mmh, that feels so good!" This little squeal pours out of him as his eyes roll back.

Tigress places her paws onto his chest, still grinding her hips with a wide smile on her lips. "You like it, Po?" She purrs to him with half-lidded eyes, massaging his chest as she takes in the adorable, overjoyed look on his face.

A feverish nod is given in response, "Ye- mmm, oh Gods! Oh." His answer barely leaves his mouth as she moves her hips around, numbing his mind in its passion. A light chuckle escapes her lips as she feels his paws gently grab her hips, guiding her further along his road of ecstasy.

Seeing how desperate he is, Tigress decides to play with her panda a little. "I didn't hear you…" With a seductive whisper, she stops herself. As soon as she does this however, she feels him grip her hips tighter and grind his wood further into her sacred spot.

"No, don't stop. More." His whimper makes her heart flutter and his lustful attempt to keep her going brings a rumbling chuff out of her. "Please, I love it when you do that. Please, please, please." She leans her head closer, trying her best to not give in to her own desire of letting him take the reins. She's staying in control here.

Unfortunately for the panda, his attempts aren't the same as when she does it, like she has some sort of magic power over him. Who is he kidding, she probably does. Before his ecstasy can even think of fading away, Tigress leans close to his ear and whispers, "Only if you kiss me." Her husky voice brings another spark to his body, practically guiding his lips to hers. They lock themselves into a passionate kiss, their tongues lathering in each other as Tigress grinds her hips the way her panda loves so much. She can't help but grin as he moans into her mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck in the process. She presses his body against hers as their kiss only ignites in intensity, her panda immediately embracing her back. Her delightful chuffs send vibrations along his body, only serving to further drive his mind into a blur of bliss.

After a few moments, they separate from each other, allowing Tigress to let out her own moan of pleasure as she continues to ride him further into bliss. His mind melts even further, those noises of hers kindling his lecherous flame without hesitation. She looks upon her dazed panda again, rubbing her cheek and head all over him with her smile wider than ever before. In spite of his mind continuing to drip down to a puddle of passion, Po just about whines out, "Don't play with me like that."

Any irritation that may have been present in him is completely eradicated as she lays hot and wet kisses on his neck, prompting him to move his paw over her back with a near meticulous softness. His shivers transfer over to her, making her heart burn up in a passionate blaze. Only his touch could ever get her to let loose like this. She takes a brief break in between her kisses to breathe out, "Sorry, Po." Yet another moan exits his lips as she increases her pace, "But you know I can't help myself when we're like this." She places her paw on his cheek and turns his head over to her, planting her lips on his in yet another impassioned kiss. Electricity courses through her as his paws massages and explores her curves like they have many times before. Yet each time he does so, it feels as fantastic as it had the very first time. So delicate, so nurturing, so warm. If only they could be like this all day, every day. Then again, that might ruin its specialness. An unconscious chuff rumbles through her throat as she feels his paws grab and fondle with her rump. If her eyes weren't closed, they'd be rolling up into her sockets.

Knowing just how much his tiger appreciates this, he gives a cheeky smile through their kiss as he raises his right paw up and softly spanks her cheek. She practically turns to puddy at this, melting into his body further and lathering herself into their kiss. Forget what she said before, having this every moment of the day would be heaven on earth. But as she feels something bubble up within her womanhood, she is reminded of just how limited this haze of heaven unfortunately is. She fails to stifle a muffled moan as he spanks her again, making them both smile in their kiss. They sperate once more with a bridge of saliva connecting their mouths together. Lightly panting, the two lovers stare into each other's eyes, a jade stream of affectionate ignited by an amorous amber flame. As their hot breath strokes the other's face, they can feel something burning within the both of them, aching for release. "I wish you'd make those noises more. You're so damn sexy." Po whispers out as he squeezes her butt cheek, forcing Tigress to bite her lip to keep a moan from coming out.

To his surprise, she places her paws on his chest and sits up on his lap, a devious smile plastered on her lips. He knows that look too well. "Oh, don't worry, you'll hear plenty more. Just as long as I get to hear you too." Her voice drips with a near insatiable hunger, exciting her panda to the point of nodding his head ecstatically. Without any other warning, she progress from grinding on him to bobbing herself up and down on his member, making him shudder in place.

"You're so perfect. You're perfect, oh, you're perfect." He can barely even comprehend what to think as her sacred flower plunges to his base, fuelling the building flame that threatens to explode below. Smiling at the sound of his stimulating moans, Tigress slams down on him with a heated intensity, an audible clap echoing in their ears. Po nearly exploded right there, but instead he settled for a sharp gasp and a hiss of pleasure. With this new intensity, she continues bobbing up and down, letting out her own amorous moans out into the air without a care for who can hear her.

If this isn't enough, she feels her panda's paws snake their way back to her hips, trying to push her down faster. He can't hold it any longer and neither can she. She speeds up, much to his delight, bringing them both closer to their passionate release. To Po's surprise, she shifts her paws over to his shoulders with a demand crackling in the amber fires of her eyes. Immediately knowing what she wants, he sits up and pulls her closer, their lips meeting in yet another passionate kiss. Their tongues melt into each other, both warriors completely hypnotised by the softness of their partner's lips as they feel themselves getting warmer and warmer. To Tigress' surprise, her panda breaks away from their affectionate kiss and moves his lips over to her small yet supple breasts. Tentative licks, gentle nibbles, and wet kisses swarm onto her chest, bringing out a howl of pleasure from her. How does he always know what do with her? "Po, I'm, ooh, I'm so close." Allowing her body to take over, she rides him even faster which forces him to bury his head in her breasts, much to her satisfaction.

Placing her left paw on the back of his head, she keeps Po close to her chest, gasping out at his loving treatment as she reaches behind her with her right paw and cups his tenders. Heat smacks against her nipples as her panda's breath hitches, a deep, primal moan exiting right after once she starts massaging those swelling orbs. He doesn't even need to say how much he wants to let loose in her, and she doesn't need to think twice about wanting him to. "Me too." His whisper is soon interrupted by his body shuddering again, her paw making him into her own toy. Not that he minds. "I love it when you drive me crazy. Oh Gods, I love it." He sucks on her breast once more, the pair moaning as she somehow goes even faster. Neither of them can speak, no, they can't even think. All they can do is moan and growl as she bounces on his wood, their bodies getting warmer and warmer, the fire within them burning brighter and brighter until.

They explode.

Burying his head into the crook of her neck, the dragon warrior pumps himself into his tiger whilst her juices coat his wood. She embraces him tightly as they moan out into the air once more, grinding her womanhood onto him as its filled with his seed. Their bodies are consumed by their lustful flame, embracing them both in an amorous blaze. Even after a few moments, Tigress can still feel her love flooding her flower, making her chuff as she places gentle kisses on his forehead. His hot breath tickles her neck in response, the panda master snuggling deeper into her fur as he finally drains himself fully. They stay like this for a few moments, relishing in each other's warm embrace. Now this was heaven. Getting lost in the one they love so much that the whole world doesn't matter. How can it when their world is right there with them?

"That was so awesome." Tigress chuckles as her panda's muffled whisper tickles her neck, his lips soon gracing her with kiss after kiss.

Humming in satisfaction, she caresses his head before giving a loving lick to his ear, making him chuckle as well. "Agreed." Soon enough, Po is graced with her own flurry of kisses as he lies back down, the pair cuddling into each other's embrace whilst the night sky graces them with a smile.

The next day, Tigress makes her way down the thousand steps, dressed in her golden qipao and a wooden box held in her paws. Amber irises focus on the small, elegant hanzi scrawled on the top of it saying: 'To a true warrior, a courageous hero, and an incredible husband.' Without her even realising, a subtle smile crawls its way onto her face. To think that I have the dragon warrior himself as my husband. Something that she once upon a time hadn't even considered as a possibility and yet, here she is. It was only a few months ago when Po had proposed to her and even less time that their house deep within the palace had been built. To their good fortune, it was fully constructed once their wedding had happened and not a moment before their honeymoon began.

Their honeymoon. Her smile turns bashful as those beautiful nights replay in her mind. His touch, his voice, his… dragon warrior. Those intimate moments had blended together and, once they had found out that it wasn't physically possible for her to get pregnant, their week alone practically turned into an endless foray of fornication. Had they even left the house? If they had, she certainly can't remember. She wipes these amorous memories from her mind once she reaches the bottom of the stairs, regaining her focus on the box in her possession.

This is a little something that she had prepared especially for today. Whilst Po remains up in the Jade Palace dealing with his new responsibilities as Oogway's successor, her, the furious five, Shifu, and even Po's fathers are all off making preparations. What for? His birthday of course. A birthday, funnily enough, he had only been celebrating for the past two years, after Li-Shan came into his life. Sometimes, the panda had to be reminded himself that it was his birthday since he had already gotten so used to just celebrating when Mr. Ping had found him so long ago. Whilst the rest of her friends prepare for a surprise party within the palace, Tigress has been instructed with checking on his dads. Whilst this remains as her main objective, there's something else she has been meaning to ask them.

She gives the box one last look before stopping right by the archway of Dragon warrior noodles and tofu. "Master Tigress! Come in, come in!" The kooky old goose greets her with an excited wave whilst Li-Shan moves a few things around in the kitchen behind them. Customers gives her a fist in palm salute as she enters, with a few of her younger fans approaching her for an autograph. Holding a genuine, bright smile on her face, she signs their posters and action figures whilst balancing the box on her head. Though unintentional, this gets an awe-stricken response from them as well as a few comments raving about 'how cool she is.' Funny how a few years ago she would've paid them little attention to continue her training. Come to think of it, she can't remember celebrating anyone's birthday before Po had arrived. Time really does fly by, doesn't it? After pleasing those adoring customers, she enters the kitchen behind the shop. "So, how is my favourite customer?"

Her teeth are visible in her grin, the brightness of it nearly blinding the goose chef. "I'm doing wonderfully, Mr. Ping." For a brief moment, her and Po's intimate moment from the night before flashes in her head. She shakes this off immediately, in spite of their intimacy being part of the many reasons why she's been practically glowing these past few months. "How are the preparations coming along?" Just as she asks this, Li-Shan enters back into the kitchen from the back, carrying a large crate of vegetables in his arms.

"Oh, hey Tigress! I think we've nearly got all the ingredients for 'tonight's special'." He shoves this crate under the bottom shelf before hugging the girl of his son's dreams. Part of him still can't believe his son had found the love of his life so early on, but he had been grateful for this every day since they had married. Tigress hugs him back with one arm, thankful that Po's fathers have been so supportive since the moment she had courted him. They separate after a few moments, with Mr. Ping just about finishing another order for the customers outside. "So, is he suspecting anything or…?" She shakes her head, gaining a relieved sigh from the panda chief.

"Good news. So, are you just here to check on us, or can we get you something to eat?" Ping's encouraging tone almost gets the tiger to consider it, but she can't forget what else she has come here for. Although, the smell of his signature noodle broth isn't making that easy. In all honesty, if Mr. Ping was her father, she would have no doubt that she may end up having the same belly as her husband.

Luckily, she manages to resist the usually irresistible temptation of the valley's best dish, "Actually, I do have one thing I wish to ask." Both dads look to the tiger in curiosity as she inches her way over to the back of the kitchen, hoping no-one see her or the box from outside. They follow her towards the back of the room as she holds the box outward. "Do you think Po will like this?" Placing her paw on top of the box's fine wooden top, she opens it up to the two fathers, the latches on the back of it barely making a sound.

A subtle golden glow ripples out from the box, bathing the jade and brown eyes looking in with its splendour. Knowing smiles litter the faces of the two fathers as they shift their gaze from the present to the equally aware tiger. "Honestly, I think Po's gonna faint at the sight of it." Li-Shan gets a mild chuckle out of Tigress before asking his own question, "How'd you get this?"

"I had it commissioned when we were in the forbidden city." She says this as if they didn't come back from there literally yesterday. It was a more low-key, diplomatic mission rather than a 'Save all of China' mission. Though it had allowed her the ability of arranging this, it also hadn't spared her naturally curious husband from prodding a bit. Thankfully, Shifu played along when she told him it was 'important grandmaster business.' Didn't make hiding the box any easier on the way back though, at least, until they made it to the bedroom. Funny how someone incapable of keeping secrets can be so good at finding them.

"Certainly, looks fancy. Po would love it." She notices the hint of speculation in Ping's tone, leaving her unsurprised when his questioning glance focuses on her, "But since you had it custom made, you probably knew that already." Of course, he would see right through it, somehow he always would. Though Li-Shan looks upon them with befuddled eyes, his goose friend continues, "Is something wrong, my dear?"

Her smile widens at his concern, though part of her is a tad annoyed he could see through her that easily. "There's nothing wrong per say. Rather…" She pauses to think for a moment, trying to find the best way to put this. "I feel like there's something missing from my gift."

Still befuddled, Li-Shan spares a glance at the box again, "Looks fine to me." Mr. Ping resists the urge to bring his wing up to his face as Tigress rethinks her words again.

"Not in that way… I mean… I feel like… I'm not…" For once, she can't put her words together, but she doesn't need to. For the two dads furrow their brows in empathy. She feels like it isn't enough. Like she isn't doing enough. It's understandable, it's Po's special day and she wants to do something grand for him.

But what they don't realise is that this runs deeper than that. And that it's gone on for longer too. A glowering insecurity that plays with her mind every now and then. That her dear husband has done so much for her, that he has brought such happiness to her life and yet, she hasn't properly repaid him. Granted, they have talked about this once before, but his kind words then hadn't reassured her. There must be something she hasn't been paying attention to, something he wants her to do but doesn't have the stomach to say. Some way she is failing as a wife. It's odd, everything has been going well so far. The few arguments they had were often solved within minutes. Yet somehow, she can tell there is something she is doing wrong. Or maybe it isn't a fact? Maybe it is fear? Fear that she'll fail him, fear that their love will eventually fade and their relationship along with it. Maybe it's the fact that everything has felt so perfect that neither him nor her want to ruin their fantasy by saying something is wrong.

"Tigress." Mr. Ping's gentle voice guides her attention back to him, his eyes gleaming with care. Care that reminds her of her love's sweet, nurturing eyes. Like father, like son. "Do you know how often he talks about you?" This question catches her off-guard, drawing a bewildered gaze from her as she shakes her head. The goose's empathetic grin turns to one of endearment, remembering all the times his son had visited him and Li-Shan over the past few months. All the times his topic of conversation had shifted to his beautiful wife. "Well, let's just say that I've lost count."

Amber irises grow to massive planets, "Really?"

Both dads chuckle at the flustered expression on the usually stoic master, "Yeah, it's practically impossible to get him to stop." Li-Shan adds, "It's like after you two got married, you're always on his mind. Well, that and kung fu… and food." Her heart flutters at this, beyond happy that she's had that effect on him.

"It's almost as often as it was back when he first became dragon warrior." Yet again, Tigress is frozen in a flustered state of surprise, her paw sliding off the box and letting it shut. She knows he's been a fanboy way before they ever met, but to think that she mattered that much to him even back then. Her smile wobbles slightly as Mr. Ping continues, "Only difference is, instead of raving about 'the number 1 coolest master in all of China', it's now 'the number 1 coolest wife in all of China.'"

She feels her heart burning up until Li-Shan mentions one last thing, "Oh wait, remember what he said yesterday?" Mr. Ping furrows his brow, "Y'know, right when they came back from the city? It was the cutest thing ever." The goose's eyes widen in recognition but allows the panda chief to recite it. What he says next burrows its way into Tigress' heart and embraces her in all its sweet affection.

"Every time I come home to her; I feel like I'm coming back to heaven."

Whilst they coo and awe at their son's adorable words, that burning feeling spreads throughout Tigress' body. Even though she hadn't heard him say it himself, she knows she'll cherish those words for a long time. How does she deserve such a wonderful husband? "I-I see." She stutters out, overwhelmed by the sheer level of loving sweetness her panda has shown even when she isn't there.

All Mr. Ping and Li-Shan can do is smile at the tiger, her soul glowing for all to see, its brightness rivalling the sun. "Believe me, Tigress. I don't think he minds what gift you give him." Li-Shan places a paw on her shoulder as his goose friend finishes his sentiment.

"Because nothing can beat the best gift he has ever received. You." She smiles wide at this, though deep down she can't help but think about how one-sided this is. She doesn't rave on about him like that. Come to think of it, she hasn't ever raved about anything. It's not in her nature. From an outside perspective it may not look like she cares in spite of the opposite being true. Luckily, neither of them catches on to her rumination. "Now, are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

Gurgle.

To her frustration, her stomach speaks for her. As if she hasn't been flustered enough today. She pushes this aside however as the smell of Mr. Ping's delicious noodles flood her nostrils. Once again, he looks at her with a knowing grin which pushes a sigh of resignation out of her. "The usual."

"With extra sauce on the side?"

She grins, "On the side."

It takes only a few minutes for her father-in-law to prepare her meal, leaving her enough time to think it all over in her mind as she sits by one of the restaurant's few empty tables, the box on her right side. As Li-Shan places her meal down in front of her, she grabs her chopsticks without even needing to look at them, accidentally wowing some of the restaurant patrons again. In spite of all her panda's praise, she still feels there is something missing. Amber irises remain focused on the box as she begins eating some of her spicy noodle soup. Her gift isn't saying what it should. She knows its something he'll appreciate. After all, she thought through it for a quite a while before settling on it. But it's just… what is it?

Her mind drawing a blank, she places another batch of noodles in her mouth, now appreciating the delightful tingle of its spices dancing along her tongue. Breathing out a satisfied sigh, she boards back onto her train of thought. Her gift just doesn't show what she needs to show. It doesn't say 'I love you.' It doesn't say how 'He is the sweetest husband in existence.' It doesn't say how 'He is a gift in her life too.'

Wait.

Because nothing can beat the best gift he has ever received. You.

Of course, that's it! A plan hatching in her head, Tigress consumes her dish at a rapid speed before picking up the box and dashing out of the restaurant. Ignoring the fiery tingle of her noodles nearly igniting her mouth, she thinks through this idea of hers as she bolts up the thousand steps. It might be risky… no, it's unbelievably risky. Then again, Po has taken plenty of risks before and they've worked out… Most of the time… Despite her mind warning her that this could be a terrible idea, for once she decides to take a move from Po's book. To take a chance and go with the flow. If nothing else good comes from this, at the very least she can say it's a new experience for her.

It takes little time for her to reach the basement of the hall of heroes and luckily, none of the servants or master Shifu were nearby as she entered. However, she still slinks her way towards the artefact storage room, not wanting to take any chances in case her father catches her. Part of her still can't believe she is doing something so reckless. Perhaps love can make people a bit dumb. Brushing this thought aside, she places her ear against the door as she reaches it, an empty silence filling the room. After giving it a light push, she smiles as the door doesn't budge. Her father's probably still busy with preparing Po's special day. Soon to be more special day. She allows herself a cheeky thought as she picks the lock with her claw. Within moments, a delicate click flickers in her ears, granting her permission to enter the storage room.

As amber irises look around at the room, she recounts many of the adventures that her and the five had with them. The spirit orbs of master Ding, a specially commissioned statue of master Oogway, Fenghuang's old sarcophagus. The longer she looks at them, the more she thinks of them as trophies rather than priceless pieces of kung fu history. A thought that irks her to no end. A warrior doesn't brag about their accomplishments. Inspire, maybe, but never brag. This thought only expands as she remembers how dangerous it was to retrieve them in the first place. Master Ding's spirit orbs enter her vision again as she enters deeper within the room, their final battle with the almost revitalised master almost breaking the dragon warrior's mind the first time. This memory reels back her previous concern.

What the hell are you thinking!? This is completely reckless and unacceptable! Think of how shameful it will be if Shifu catches you using a dangerous relic like this! For some depraved thrill! This stops her in her tracks, making her shake her head. No, it's not for that. It's for Po. It's to make him happy on his special day. She recommences her journey to the very back of the room, a luxurious blue tarp catching her eye as it hangs out of a dust-ridden wardrobe. And what if it backfires? What if something happens to him because of you?A light scowl creases her countenance as she approaches the wardrobe. I won't let that happen. I have this under control. After all…

I am in control of myself.

She finally shuts up her worrying voice as she opens the wardrobe and waves away the thick layer of dust flying off it, presenting her with a luxurious blue tarp. A tarp that hides the mystical mirror of yin-and-yang. Often said to be capable of turning the kindest heart into the most dangerous of criminals, capable of someone the darkest parts of their soul. When they had first recovered it from a desecrated temple, they had all made sure to take extreme caution when moving it. Well, almost all of them. Tigress allows a tiny chuckle to escape her mouth as she remembers Po's accidental use of it, and the baffling day that had followed.

How his potentially life-endangering accident taught them a lot about this artefact. That it takes a full 24 hours before the split becomes permanent. That most of the legends surrounding it were based on very specific cases. That legions of struggling kung fu masters had split into incompetent morons and merciless killers. When Po had looked into the mirror, it had split him into good and bad, yes, but to nowhere near the extent of those kung fu masters. The evilest thing he did that day was tamper with one of the spice shakers just to mess with Monkey. Well, that and a few… flirtatious remarks with her, but she wouldn't call that evil. In fact, he had never wished to properly harm any of them, only to act as a nuisance. Meanwhile, good Po was even more energetic and lively than usual yet even more polite. A little too polite to be honest. She remembers losing count of how many apologies he uttered when he was a bit clumsy. Whilst they still had to force the bad side to look into the mirror, he had posed little of an actual threat to them, because he wasn't trying to be.

It took master Shifu a while to realise that the mirror can only reveal the evil that single person is capable of. A relaxed smile forms on Tigress' face as she remembers bad Po's juvenile delinquency that formed his 'evil plans'. Of course, Po wouldn't be capable of much evil. Not when his heart is as sweet as it is. Yet the same can't be said for her. Her ears flatten against her skull in realisation of this. No, I would never do anything to harm the people I love. It's quite easy to think this, but no one ever knows the darkness lurking within them until they have to face it. A shiver crawls up her neck as a terrifying thought creeps into her mind. What if a true monster comes out from the other side? What if she unleashes something truly dangerous on the world? No, I am not a monster.She knows that much, and that's all that matters.

With this new resolve instilled in her, Tigress grabs the tarp and rips it off before any more doubting thoughts can make themselves known. Amber irises stare deep into its reflective surface, deep into herself. A twinge of regret sparks in her chest, but the mirror doesn't allow her to reconsider as it emits a bright white flash that consumes the entire room, forcing her to cover her eyes. This flash only lasts for a second, allowing her to remove her paws from her eyes and see. Nothing really… different. She is still here by herself. She places a paw on her chest to check for any changes yet none present themselves. Yet… she does feel different, but she can't explain how. Her eyes dart to the mirror again, only to notice something peculiar.

Her eyes have changed colour. Instead of amber, they are a pure white.

Good Tigress darts her eyes over to a reflective piece of decorative armour, only to notice that they are still amber within its surface. "Perhaps, its only when I look in the-

"Oh Gods, finally! About time you let me breathe." Her own voice interrupts her, forcing her to look towards the mirror as a black and orange paw phases through it. Bad Tigress grabs the side of the wardrobe before pulling herself out of the mirror and right in front of her good self. A sly smirk flashes on her face as she stretches her limbs out, happily groaning and exhaling much to Good Tigress' discomfort. "Thanks for finally thinking straight."

"And yet I am already regretting this." Good Tigress mutters as her bad self rolls her eyes.

"Oh please, don't tell me you're going to stop the fun before it begins?" Her voice flows as smoothly as silk, the low chuff added to her already husky tone bringing an alluring edge to her timbre.

Good amber stares into bad, teetering on their next choice. "Depends on what you define fun." Though this is meant to be a proposition, her voice is far more serious than it has any need to be.

Funnily enough, this has Bad Tigress smirking. Always so responsible and strong, why can't she just let go for a bit? About time they both do. "Well, I'd say riding a panda until he starts talking funny would be a good place to start." Her good self immediately darts her eyes towards the floor, clearly flustered. At this reaction, her smirk only grows wider. "What? I thought that was the plan. We rock his world and make this a birthday he will never forget." Good Tigress can practically see the hunger within her bad self, but… she isn't wrong. That is the plan. But now that she hears it out loud, it sounds even more absurd. "Hey, if you want to back out, then that's fine. I'll happily show that hunk a good time myself."

Hunk!? Dear Gods, is that what she's like deep down? No wonder she lets no one else see it. "First of all, that 'hunk's' name is Po. Second, I didn't bring you out here to get yourself off."

"You mean get ourselves off?"

"Semantics." Good Tigress only grows more agitated by the playful smirk on her bad self's face, letting a growl exit her throat as she continues, "I brought you out, so we can make him happy."

Once again, bad Tigress rolls her eyes, "But we already do." Now its her turn to be annoyed as her good self gives her a befuddled expression, "We're incredibly strong warriors," She performs a quick jump kick to demonstrate, only to startle her good self, forcing out yet another roll of the eyes. "We're physically fit…" As she strokes her side down to her hip, good Tigress feels an oddly pleasurable tingle on the same side. "Or as Po would say, 'mega-sexy'."

"I don't think he has ever called us that."

An irritated sigh exits Bad Tigress' maw, but she doesn't let her good self's jab ruin her mojo. "Would love it if he did, though." To her surprise, her good self unconsciously nods along only to stiffen up once she realises what she's doing. Smirking at her blunder, Bad Tigress finishes her little morale boost. "And we're an excellent lover. Face it, we're everything he'd ever want in a wife." Her smirk is soon wiped off her face as Good Tigress turns away, despondence evident in her expression.

"It is still not enough."

"That's what you think. In reality, we both know Po wouldn't want anything more. He might even disagree with what we're doing right now."

"So, we should stop."

"Now let's not get hasty. I never said this is unnecessary. In fact, I think we need this."

Good Tigress' countenance contorts in anger as she catches onto her bad self's tactics, "No, you needthis. I wanted this for Po's sake."

"Oh, for the love of Oogway." Bad Tigress massages her temples, still annoyed that she isn't getting it. "Don't you understand he is what gets me off? That I love seeing him happy just as much as you?" Her good self's expression softens at this, "That each time he moans out our name I get so… I don't even know how to describe it. Every time he flashes that goofy smile of his, it makes me want to smile too." That softened expression soon turns into a light smile, "And how can I forget that adorable face he makes when he just…" She looks for a not-so-salacious way of saying it, for her good self's sake, "lets it all loose. Oh, I could just snuggle up with him and-

"Make love to him all day." Amber eyes look into each other, the two sides smiling at each other with glee.

"Well, good to see we're on the same page. But one word of advice." Bad Tigress lays her arm over her good self's shoulder, "Sometimes, you need to think about yourself y'know. Give yourself some credit, know your limits." All good advice, maybe she isn't particularly bad. "Or… learn to treat yourself." With that lecherous tone, scratch that.

The good of the two gives the other a serious, unaccommodating glance, "We're doing this for Po."

A chuckle escapes Bad Tigress' mouth, "I mean, he'll love it anyway but yeah, we're doing Po for Po." She smirks at the sound of her good self sighing in a mix of resignation and aggravation, "But just promise me you'll have a little bit of fun."

"As long as you promise you won't have too much."

Now it's her turn to sigh, "That's not fair, you know I can't keep a promise like that." Even so, Good Tigress glares at her, a clear threat. "Alright, alright." Despite this, the bad of the two keeps her lust-filled smirk, "Well, time to rock our sexy panda's world." With that, she sprints off on all fours, leaving Good Tigress to hide the mirror behind the tarp again, but not before marvelling at her white eyes again.

Her bad self doesn't have these eyes. Then again, she hasn't looked in the mirror. It takes little time for her to brush this off as she makes it look like the artefact had never been touched. She runs out of the storage room on her hind paws, desperately hoping that this abnormal plan can go off with relative ease. I just hope she… I… we… don't do do something stupid.

Okay, so first off, yes I know that the mirror of yin-and-yang works a bit differently in the show. As per my other stories, I'm revamping that element because i think it wasn't handled particularly well in the show. Secondly, bad Tigress... Hoo boy. It is taking all the restraint in me to not make her as raunchy as possible, but with the next few chapters I don't think that will be doable. Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this so far, this has been so fun to write and I can't wait to unveil the madness that is the next chapter. Until next time ;)