The end eventually comes for everyone.

Every tale must come to its inevitable conclusion. They must end so new tales can begin. This was part of the eternal, endless cycle of this world. Leaves fall so new leaves can sprout on their place, as the eternal cycle of transformation and change will never end.

Po understood that a long time ago. He understood it after choosing his successor as the Dragon Warrior. He understood that things cannot stop on the way they are, for that would only lead to stagnation.

He learned to accept change with serenity. To accept the end of a cycle and the beginning of a new one.

This was how life went.

It has been years, and now a time for another cycle to end has come.

The end of his own cycle.

Po knew it from the moment he woke up. He knew that today was his last day on Earth.

He just knew it. It was not as if there were whispers on his ear, or some dream he had while he was asleep. Not even some passing foreboding feeling that told him that he was nearing the final page of his book, and that soon it would close.

He simply knew that today was his last day.

And he was okay with it from the beginning.

So okay that he didn’t behaved any different than what he always did. He made breakfast for himself and the others, and he ate the food alongside with everyone, before proceeding to give them their lesson.

It was a day like any other, as far as everyone else on the Valley of Peace was concerned. Another day of training and lessons for the Dragon Warrior and the other students, who would soon become the new Furious Five.

Po never gave them any indication that today was going to be different from any other day, as he gave them the final lesson.

They only found out this was the final lesson at the very end, when Po informed all of them that his time has come to an end, and that it was time for them to carry on without him. This left them all shocked, but Po only smiled warmly, and said to all of them how proud he was of them all, bowing and then making his exit like a boss.

However, someone would not just accept it.

“Master! Master!” A feminine voice said, “Po, wait!”

The panda stopped and turned around, to see Zhen coming behind him, distress on her face and voice.

“What do you mean by [i]your time is up[/i]!? What does that even mean!?” She asked, and Po looked at her, taking a single moment to see how much Zhen, who was still seventeen when they first met, had grown into a strong woman.

“Well, I assume it means what it means.” Po said calmly to her. However, this was clearly not an answer that Zhen had wanted to hear. It was certainly not something that she was wanting to hear from the panda.

“The time has come, Zhen.” Po said to her. “Today was my last day, and you and the five will have to carry on without me.”

“No... No!” Zhen said, “Po, you can’t do this! You can’t leave me!”

“Zhen...”

“Po, please!” Zhen said to him. “You can’t just say you will be leaving like that out of the blue and just walk away! You can’t! I...”

She took a few gasping breaths, as if to recover her breath, which had suddenly escaped her.

“Po, I haven’t finished training yet! I need you here to teach me more lessons!”

Po looked at her, and he smiled.

“Zhen...” Po said, as gently as one could be in a moment like that. “You have learned everything I taught you, and you even learned a few things that I was sure I never taught you. You are ready to carry on.”

Po was smiling warmly as he spoke those words.

“Oh, and you will need this.” He said, and he offered her the staff. Zhen was still in shock. She took it, accepting the staff her master was offering her without even thinking about it. She looked at it, and then she looked back at him.

Once more she talked to him. She pleaded him not to leave. Saying that she needed him to teach her, and that he was the only one who could.

“Zhen, come on, give yourself more credit.” Po said to her. “I might have given you the lessons, but you were the one who passed all the tests. Sometimes you were also the one who taught me things. Be a little come confident on yourself, will yah?”

“Po, I am not ready yet!” She said, and Po had answer to that as well.

“Zhen, just last week you and the Five fought and defeated a literal demon. I’d say that means you are ready. You can overcome anything that comes your way. You don’t really need me anymore.”

“Yes, I do!” Zhen blurted out. “Po, I need you! You saved me! You showed me the way and you helped save me! You showed me more than just being the henchmen of a crazy evil sorceress! Po, you saw value and worth in me when no one else did! You were kind and caring for me when no one else was in my whole life! Po you...”

Zhen stopped, her eyes were becoming moisty, and she lowered her head.

“You... were like a father to me...”

She said those words in a low voice.

Po looked at her, and he kneeled before her and, with a gentle hand on her chin, made her look up at his face.

“Yeah, I figured out it was the case.” Po said, “But it feels [i]so good[/i] to actually hear you say it.”

Zhen continued to look at him, as Po wiped her tears gently with his fingers.

“I’ll be gone by tomorrow. This is goodbye, Zhen. Now it is up to you to carry on protecting the innocents, teaching the new generations and protecting the balance and peace on the Valley and China. Carry on this mission, and never forget to believe in yourself.” Po said to her, before giving her a kiss in the forehead. This was less the act of a master for with his student, and more of the act of a father to his daughter.

This was the kind of relationship that Po had with Zhen. This was how they saw each other, and that was what made this farewell the more painful for the two of them.

Po got up and walked away, while Zhen continued to look at him, more tears welling up on her eyes as she saw him go and knew that she could not stop him. She knew that he knew this was his last day, and he had already accepted it.

She could see it on his eyes.

Nothing she said or did would change it.

She could only drop to her knees and cry as he left.

[i]What a nice evening this is promising to be...[/i] Po thought as he walked out and saw the sky changing into orange and golden hues as the sun was setting. He allowed himself to admire it with the kind of serenity and wonder that one can only acquire after years of living and learning.

He walked down the stairs, and he walked past some of the areas of that palace that he knew so well.

Including the Hill of Peaches.

Now with [i]three[/i] majestic peach threes growing in it, all of them still in bloom, and promising to be for many more generations to come. Their lives as glorious as the very tales that both him and Zhen carved during their times as Dragon Warriors.

A nice legacy that was a sign that both of them did a nice job so far.

Po could have gone there.

He could have gone there so he could meet his end with the same serenity that Oogway once did.

Vanishing in a storm of peach blossoms, that was definitely a nice way to go.

However, that was not what Po wanted.

Po was not Oogway. He was himself. He was his own person. And he wanted to go on his own personal way.

He had already decided how he wanted to go, and he had the distinct feeling that the Universe was more than okay with it.

How, you ask? Well, the same way he knew that this was his last day on Earth from the very moment he opened his eyes on the morning.

So, with the knowledge of how he wished to depart on his mind, and his spirit set on going for it, Po made his way to a certain place on the Valley.

As he arrived in front of the house, which was modest considering just who lived in there, he stood before the door and knocked.

He only had to wait around a minute before someone answered the door.

The years had been quite kind to him, as he still looked pretty young, save for the mall traits of graying feathers on his head. He no longer wore that straw hat on his head, having traded it for a more modest one. However, this one still fit him pretty nicely.

He smiled as he saw the panda.

“Po.” Master Crane said, as he and Po greeted each other... by kissing fervently.

You could say that Po didn’t knew how to be subtle, but dang, was he good at keeping a secret!

No one, either in or out of the Jade Palace, ever suspected that he and Crane were ever an item!

They were not boyfriends per se, but they were certainly what one could call “friends with benefits”. They fooled around and went on dates whenever they had a chance, and they certainly forged a strong bond on the time they were together.

Even as they parted ways as Crane, like the rest of the original Furious Five, moved on with his life after a life of kung fu, and eventually settled for a calm life as a painter while living with his new wife and seven kids.

None of which was currently at home.

“You know, my wife is okay with you and me being fuck buddies...” Crane said after they broke the kiss, “But it would have been more than a little awkward to explain it to my children if they walked on us right now.”

“Luckily they have all gone with your wife to the west provinces to visit her parents.” Po said to his former lover. “What? Think I don’t pay attention? I am the spiritual leader of the Valley of Peace! I gotta keep an eye on my turf. Believe me, I would not have come here if your wife or children were anywhere close to this house.”

“Yeah, right.” Crane said, looking at Po, as the panda nearing his fifties started removing his own clothes. “Look, Po... I think we should not do this anymore.” Po was not deterred by what Crane was saying, and continued to remove his clothes before him, until he was naked as the day he was born.

“It is not that I don’t like us being together, I do, but...” Crane said, “I just don’t feel comfortable sleeping with someone else when I have a wife. She is okay with us and all, and she often asks me for details, but still, I kind of feel that I’m betraying the woman I vowed to love for the rest of my life. And sometimes I also worry about what my children would say if they found out.”

“I just don’t think you should sneak out of the Jade Palace to meet me to have sex anymore.” The avian said finally. Po looked at him.

He didn’t look shocked, or upset, nor even angry, as Crane had somehow feared he would be.

In fact, the panda had not stopped smiling for a single moment.

A smile that reminded Crane too much of Oogway’s...

“I totally understand, dear.” Po said to him. “In that case, it is really a good thing that this is the last time we will ever do anything like that.”

Crane looked at Po, and nodded, somewhat relieved that Po was so understanding.

However, his expectations were flipped as Po said the next words to him.

He had been expecting this to be just another sex meeting, but Po then told to Crane that he wanted him to give the “final pleasure”.

Crane took more than a few moments to understand what Po was getting at.

As soon as he did:

“No.” Crane said categorically. “No. Nope. Nu-uh. Not a chance. I’m not doing it to you, Po! I can’t believe you are even asking me!”

“Crane.” Po said, looking at him, “Please, my love.”

“Po, I am not having this discussion with you again!” Crane cut the panda. “I am not going to do it! Po, you are the hero of the Valley of Peace! You are my friend! Crap, you were even the love of my life at some point! I can’t! I just can’t!”

“Crane, please...” Po said, practically pleading at this point. “Please, I really need you to do this for me. It will only be one time, and it will be the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. Literally, I’ll be gone by the time we have done it.”

“Po... go masturbate!” Crane said to him, and the panda could only stare at him.

“Whenever you brought [i]that[/i] up, was because you were too horny!” The avian said to his panda friend and master. “Just go masturbate! Jack off and empty your balls until the thoughts go away! You can do it in the bathroom if you want, just be sure to clean when you are done, okay?”

Crane then turned his back on the panda, but that was when Po said:

“Zhu!”

The avian stopped dead on his tracks.

Po called him by his name.

His [i]real[/i] name.

The name his mother gave him when he came out of the egg.

The real name was something very important for most kung fu masters. Some, like Po, Shifu and Oogway didn’t cared about sharing their real names with other people, but many other kung fu masters had this unspoken rule where they only shared their real names with the people who were the closest to them.

A kung fu master’s real name was nearly sacred, and it was not to be spread around, as a way of avoiding the people associated with this name to become a target for the criminals that the masters had to fight.

Po knew that.

And he had just called Crane by his real name, and that was enough for the avian to know that the panda was serious.

He turned to look at him, and the panda looked him dead in the eye with the most serene expression that the avian ever saw.

So serene that it honestly made Crane scared.

“My time has come.” Po said to him. “I knew it from the moment I opened my eyes this morning. My mission on the Mortal Realm is complete. All the foes that could have threatened my home have been vanquished. I trained dozens of students that are now all over China, protecting the country and training their own students. I even taught Zhen all she needed to know as the Dragon Warrior, and just finished training the new Furious Five. My job is done, and it is time for me to step out of scene... for good.”

Crane looked at him, and he could tell that the panda was serious.

This was not just some speech he was trying to make to sound cool or for dramatic effect. Neither this was his dick speaking for him. Po was absolutely sure of the words he was saying, and he fully understood their magnitude.

“Po...” Crane said, as he looked at the panda, who then shrugged.

“What can I say?” The master asked. “When you gotta go, you gotta go. The time of departing came for Oogway, and then it came for Shifu, and it even came for both my dads.” Po paused a little, remembering their departure was still something that made the panda sad. And then he sighed.

“It is time I join them.” Po said, and then he rose his head, to look Crane in the eye.

“And I want to do it on [i]my[/i] terms.”

“I...” Crane said, looking at the panda.

“I don’t want to be the one to kill you, Po.” He finally said, and the panda, his smile not faltering even for a second, said:

“Don’t think like that, Zhu. Think that you are giving your lover the final, supreme pleasure of his life.”

He walked close to the avian. Their chests were nearly pressing on each other. It seemed that Po was going to kiss him again, but instead he only spoke:

“Zhu, my beloved Master Crane, I am asking you as your master, as your [i]friend and lover[/i], for you to give me this final pleasure. For you to help me leave the Mortal Realm behind my own way.”

Crane looked at Po’s face for a while, and then, as he realized nothing he could actually say would dissuade the panda, he could only sigh.

“This... is something that I won’t feel like telling my grandchildren... or anyone, for that matter.”

Po chuckled.

“Hey, some of the most interesting parts of the legends are those that the public doesn’t knows about! I mean, people only need to know is that I departed from this world to join the great masters that came before me! They don’t need to know [i]how[/i] it happened. I certainly didn’t tell anyone on the Jade Palace about it...”

He then closed the distance, and now his and Crane’s bodies were rubbing on each other. It still amazed Po how, despite his frail and thin exterior, he could still feel strong muscles underneath Crane’s feathers whenever they rubbed their bodies together.

“This is only between you and me.” Po whispered right on his earhole. “So, Zhu, please?”

The panda was really putting his avian lover in a tight spot in there.

Crane knew that the panda understood what he was asking for, and that, if they actually did it, then there would be no turning back.

And yet, there he was, asking Crane to do it. And with such a need and thrive on his voice that Crane knew that, if he kept refusing, then the panda would only keep asking him to do it until the moment he eventually relented and agreed.

This was not like the other times. Po would not change his mind and let it go after masturbating. He was truly keen on seeing it happen this time, and he wanted Crane to be the one to do it.

He was [i]the only one[/i] that Po would want to do it with.

With a sigh, Crane knew that he had no choice but to finally concede and indulge the panda on this radical, extreme and irreversible request of his’.

There was no way out of it.

Besides, Crane would be lying if he said that Po’s request didn’t appealed to him.

He masturbated many times while thinking about doing it, after all.

“So, we do it right now?” Crane asked, and Po smiled at him.

“If you want to...” He said, and then, he was kissing Crane once more, and the avian accepted this kiss.

They both moaned as they kissed like horny teenagers, their own dicks getting hard between their legs, and then they were both going to the bedroom, as they both agreed it would be much more convenient and comfortable to do it there.

Once there, the avian got naked as well. Crane put his pants in a corner, carefully folded, unlike who just dropped his pants, sandals and socks anywhere on the ground after removing them.

“You can burn my clothes later on if you want.” Po said as he referred to his discarded garments. “I won’t need them anymore.”

Crane looked at Po, and then he looked between his legs.

“Yeah... just like you don’t need that dick.” Crane said, walking closer to Po, and lifting a single foot. With his dexterous avian foot, Crane groped Po’s privates.

“I never get over how ridiculously small you are.” Crane said a cruel smirk on his lips. “How big is it again? One inch?”

Po shivered.

“L-less than that...” Po said meekly, and Crane chuckled.

“Pathetic.” Crane said, as he squeezed Po’s balls and dick, making the panda whimper. “Truly pathetic.”

And he then dropped it as if it was garbage. Po was already shivering as the avian started to act like that with him.

He [i]loved[/i] when Crane started being all domineering and cruel and mocking him. There was something about the mild-mannered avian acting like a mean bully to him that just made Po’s genuinely ridiculously small dick throb hard between his legs.

And Crane seemed to enjoy doing it too.

Only on a sexual context, though. They were the good guys, after all.

“But we are not here because of your ridiculous dick, are we?” Crane said, turning to the panda again. “Let’s be honest, it is never about it. I’d never even feel that pathetic thing if I ever allowed you to stick it in me. That’s why I am the one who is always doing the fucking, right, my dear panda bitch?”

Crane said that on the most condescending way, one that made Po feel like he was once more a small kid being told off by the other kids for being fat and clumsy.

That made Po’s small dick throb so hard and leak a small bead of pre from the very tip.

Crane really knew how to play the mean bullying lover on the way Po liked it the most.

“No, we are not here because of it...” Crane said, looking at the panda. “We are here because you finally made the decision. We are here because you finally decided that your pathetic life is worthless, and that the only useful thing you can do now is offer it to a [i]real[/i] man. Ain’t that right?”

Po felt his entire body quivering with anticipation.

They were going to do it.

They were actually going to do it.

Crane was actually going to...

“Hey!” The avian’s voice snapped him back to reality. “I asked you a question, [i]fatso[/i]!”

Po looked up, and saw those eyes boring a hole on him.

“You came here because you want to offer your pathetic little life to me, ain’t that right?”

Po looked at him, and then he nodded.

“Y-yes...”

“Yes, what?” Crane asked, “Say it in full sentences, you dumb slut!”

Po’s dick was throbbing so hard...

“Yes, I came here to deliver my life to you, sir!” Po said, “I came here because my life is worthless! I am a failure, I am a disgrace, I am useless! My very existence is a mistake!” The panda had fell to his knees at this point, before placing his hands into the ground and groveling before the avian. “I want to be useful! I want to have meaning! I want to be worth anything! But I cannot, because I am a failure! So, the only way I can ever amount to something would be by delivering myself to a real man! Please, sir! Please, take me! Accept my life and take it for yourself! Please! Use me as you see fit! Take me and make me part of something greater! Please, give my life meaning... by claiming it!”

There was silence after those words, and Crane looked at the groveling panda, before chuckling.

"Wow... you really are desperate, aren’t you?" The avian asked, walking two steps closer to the panda, standing over him. “You are even more pathetic then I thought.”

Po then felt a taloned foot landing on his head and pressing his face on the ground. The talons gripped on the fur of his head, grinding his face against the floor. Po had to fight very hard not to moan at that point.

Then, with a sudden movement, his head was forced up by the talons gripping it, and he was forced to look Crane on the eyes.

“You really are worthless and a disgrace, you sad and miserable panda.” Crane said, and then he spat on the panda before him. Po shivered as that ball of spit landed right on his forehead, leaking down his features.

Pre leaked from his dick just like a faucet.

What would everyone say if they knew that Grandmaster Po, the first Dragon Warrior and spiritual leader of the Valley of Peace, had such a deep humiliation fetish?

Well, luckily for Po, no one other than Crane and Crane’s wife would ever know. His reputation would be secure.

“You are so low and sad that I should never consider taking you...” Crane said, approaching his beak from Po’s face, and the panda could only whimper as he felt the avian’s breath washing over his face.

“But I am feeling awfully nice today, so, I will grant you this one mercy...” Crane said, pulling the panda’s head even further back. “I will make you part of something bigger, so your life is not completely worthless... I’ll make you part of myself.”

This was happening.

Po knew that it was.

This was truly happening.

His dick pulsed with need, and Po knew that a single stroke into it would be enough to make him cum right now. However, that was not happening. Tonight was not about him cumming.

Tonight was about Crane taking him into himself.

Crane let go of Po’s head, and the panting panda remained right where he was, on his knees, as the avian stepped back.

“Hold still, fatso.” Crane commanded, and then he placed his wings together, before starting to chant something.

It was a chant in Ancient Mandarin. A language that Po himself never truly learned, even though he actually tried. It was just too complex for him. A smart guy like Crane, however, learned it as easily as he learned the fine control of chi from Po back when he taught it to everyone. Po could greatly admire him for that, among many other things that made him so awesome.

As Crane continued to chant those lines, golden light emitted, as Crane called on his chi and used it to form a specific technique. The chants serving as a mantra that helped the avian focus his chi and perform the technique that was among the most ancient of the forbidden kung fu texts. So ancient and forbidden that every few even knew it existed.

Soon, Crane was moving his wings, thrusting them towards the panda. Po felt that golden light enveloping him, and the panda shivered as it touched him, making every inch of his body tingle. Crane continued to chant the verses in Ancient Mandarin, while the panda only looked at him as the golden chi enveloped him.

Then, things started to change.

Crane starter to get bigger. The room itself started to get bigger.

Po had to, once more, remind himself that it was [i]him[/i] who was getting [i]smaller[/i].

He continued to reduce in size, as Crane continued to chant while looking at him, making sure to stop when he had arrived at the size he wanted. He looked at Po as the panda reduced to the size of a goat. Then of a pig. Then on the same size as the late Master Shifu. Then of a bunny.

Finally, Crane stopped when Po was on the size of a hamster.

He could have continued until Po was the size of an ant, but that size would be enough for them both.

Po, on his end, sighed as he felt it end, and then he just remained where he was, looking up at Crane, now looking like a giant, stepped closer to him. He then leaned forward, his massive head approaching Po to take a closer look at the miniaturized panda.

“Wow...” Crane said, “And I thinking you could not look more pathetic... Well, guess I was wrong.”

And Crane chuckled cruelly.

The next thing Po knew, was that the taloned foot was back on him. However, it was now big enough to pin him down to the ground easily and render him gasping for breath as the talons wrapped around his round body, squeezing ever so slightly.

“It would be so easy for me to crush you now...” Crane said, as he looked down on the panda. “Just like the mediocre insect that you are.”

Po did let out a moan this time, as the feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him.

He didn’t have the same level of skill as Master Mantis when it came to fight a giant opponent. Po could not fight like the bug master and overwhelm Crane even if he tried, and that only made his feeling of being vulnerable even more real to him.

“You really are a pathetic. Little. Vermin.” Crane said, squeezing Po’s body.

This was all the panda could take.

With a loud moan, that sounded more like a mouse’s squeaking, the panda shivered as his small penis and balls contracted, as the panda released his pathetically small load right into Crane’s talon.

By the time he as done, he slumped into the talon, and he was moaning weakly as he was still held by the big talon, which squeezed him a little bit harder.

“Cumming on my foot?” Crane asked, lifting the panda on the air. “You dirty little vermin. I should crush you for this...”

The grip tightened a little bit more, and this caused Po to become a little winded. However, in no moment Po was scared.

He knew that Crane was not going to crush him. Not even by accident. The avian was very careful with his talons, and he never once hurt Po on all the previous times that they did anything like that.

Yes, for this was not the first time they used the Minimizing of Guo Lao. They did it once in the past, and Crane had become quite skilled in the use of it. As well as on the Maximizing of Guo Lao, which reverted the effects of the Minimizing and which they used to return Po to his normal size after they were done.

However, this was not on the plans for today.

“But I [i]am[/i] feeling awfully kind today, so I will forgive you.” Crane said, but he kept the firm grip on the panda, “Instead, I will be doing what you asked for, you poor, miserable soul.”

He brought the panda closer to his face, glaring at him with a cruel smirk and eyes that glistened with the intent of what they both knew Crane was going to do.

“I will make you part of something bigger. I will [i]consume[/i] you.”

Then, Crane moved Po away from his face and beak. And soon, he was moving the minimized panda in direction to his own throbbing dick.

Crane’s member was already impressive when Po was in normal size. It’s gargantuan eleven inches in length and two inches of thickness made Po’s less than one-inch long dick seem even more minuscule in comparison. When Po was in his reduced size, this monster of a dick seemed like a literal monster up close.

A monster that was about to, quite literally, swallow Po whole.

Po’s chest thundered on his chest so hard the panda could hear his own pulse on his ears. His dick had already gone back to full hardness as he looked down and saw that monster of a cock past the talon’s holding his body.

A feeling of foreboding came to him, as dread and fear mixed with lust and eagerness, creating a type of feeling that the panda found exquisite and exhilarating. He ventured to look up, at the face of the avian, who smirked down on him.

“So, shall we begin?” Crane asked, and he didn’t wait for the panda’s answer, before starting to move the miniaturized ursine closer to his dick.

As Po’s feet, squirming lightly, approached the head of the cock, the avian’s piss-slit moved. It opened, like the mouth of a giant worm, revealing a long tunnel inside.

Po was still impressed with the amount of control Crane could have over his body, all thanks to a special kind of technique that he learned that was derivate from a meditation style that aimed to give the user full control over their muscles and metabolism. This allowed Crane to do things like forcing his own wounds to close and even forcing his feathers to grow back if they were plucked. However, in moments like that, he used them for some different purposes.

Po shivered as he felt his feet being enveloped by the slit of Crane’s dick, and he could then swear that his feet were being sucked inside.

And they actually were.

[i]I am actually doing this...[/i] Crane thought, as he looked down at the small Po, with his feet already inside his dick. [i]I am actually about to do it... God, my dick is throbbing so hard![/i]

And it was. His dick throbbed and, with each throb, it felt like it was sucking harder on the panda’s feet, trying to consume the meal that was being offered to it. Po could feel as he was sucked, slowly, but surely, into the huge dick each time it throbbed.

He felt himself being sucked more and more into the penis of the avian. First his bare feet, and then his ankles, and then up his legs until they arrive at his knees. His dick was throbbing and leaking pre hard, and the enormous dick continue to consume the panda. Up his tights and moving closer and closer to his crotch. Po nearly orgasmed as he felt the cock devouring him grazing on his small ballsac.

Then, as if it was opening it’s slit even wider, the dick took not only Po’s waist, but also his hands. His arms were to the sides of his body and, as the cock advanced into consuming him like a python swallowing a prey, Po’s hands were taken in as well, meaning that now the panda’s arms were pinned to the sides of his body without the need for Crane to hold him with his talons.

That was why the avian let it go, and now Po was held in place only by the dick holding him. His own weight causing the erect member to fall a little bit, so both it and the panda it was consuming were on the horizontal. This meant that Crane had the perfect angle to look down at the panda as he squirmed against the dick that was devouring him. Not to escape, but to bask in the feeling of being consumed by another man’s cock, like he had been dreaming for decades at this point.

And now it was finally happening.

To say Po was excited would be a massive understatement.

Another throb of the dick, and another little bit of Po being taken into the big dick. The panda could not hold back a moan as his own dick was rubbed by the inside of the piss-slit as it sucked him in.

“What was that?” Crane asked, looking down at the panda. “Was that a moan I just heard?”

Po whimpered, but he also moaned, as Crane’s dick sucked him in even more. This caused the avian to chuckle in an even crueler way.

“Well, it seems that you are enjoying yourself, panda.” He said, as his cock throbbed once more, now taking nearly all of Po’s belly, causing the panda to become a bit winded as his middle was taken. “Omph! That was a big one!” Crane mentioned, and the panda moaned even more. It seemed that he was abput to come once more.

“Yes, you certainly are enjoying yourself, panda.” Crane continued, talking down to the panda. “Yes, you certainly are. You are enjoying the fact that me, a real man, will be consuming you and turning you into something actually worth of existing. You are excited that your worthless little life will have a purpose by being food for my balls. You feel elated for the feeling of having the honor of being churned by the sac of a superior male like myself. This is certainly more than you ever hoped to be in your entire life, ain’t it, panda?”

Po could only moan as he was taken more and more into the dick of the avian with each sentence, which was followed by a throb of the dick. However, his moans, as well as any reply he could have had for Crane’s words, was cut short as, with another throb, and another suction, Po’s muzzle was taken into the dick.

His nose and the upper part of his head were still out, but everything from his lips down was now inside of the dick. Po squirmed, letting out muffled sounds as his eyes darted back and forth, but always focusing back on Crane’s face as the big bird, Po’s predator, was looking down on him with a smirk that caused Po’s stomach drop and fill with butterflies at the same time.

“Mind if I tell you something?” Crane asked, looking down at the panda, who could not really form any answer to that. “I am very happy with what we are doing right now.”

He leaned forward.

“I... am actually excited with what we are doing now. I kind of knew I’d be but, now that we are actually doing it I... I am very excited. I never did anything like this before. Not even close. So... I guess I should thank you. Thank you, for being my first... in a lot of things.”

Po could only look up at him as the avian opened his beak and then ran his tongue, now massive due to Po’s reduced size, over the panda’s head, on his own version of a loving kiss.

Hey, birds didn’t had lips! They had to improvise...

But Po could enjoy this act of affection as much as an actual kiss, and it made him blush just all the same.

Then, Crane said:

“So, guess we should get this over with, shouldn’t we?”

And, with that the dick throbbed once more.

Po’s entire head was sucked inside of the dick. His body made the dick bulge over ever so slightly as Po’s whole body was now inside of it, and the panda moaned as he squirmed inside of the fleshy tube that was now his prison. However, he would not be there for long.

With a moan, which Crane had been holding in for quite a while now, Crane allowed his dick to throb all it desired. The result was with, with a rapid sequence of throbs that was like gulps, Po was sent deeper and deeper into the tube of flesh he was into. Soon, the bulge of the panda vanished from the cock, as it was taken into Crane’s body.

Po felt himself moving down into the tube, making a curve here and a turn in there. He even felt himself being made to bend his body as the tube sucked him deeper and deeper into something. It was small and cramped in there, so much that Po could hardly even breathe, let alone squirm properly.

Soon, however, Po as arriving somewhere.

He arrived feet-first, just like he went into the dick. He felt them exiting the tube, and arriving into an open space, followed by Po’s ankles and then knees, and then the rest of his legs. Po’s waist and chest followed soon after. Then, his head was just pulled down by the weight of his own body, ending into him arriving into a place that was less cramped than the tube, but cramped still.

The walls, if you could call them that, felt squishy and malleable. It was dark, and there was a heavy air, filled with a masculine smell.

Po’s elation did not end with the end of his travel through the tube. Because the panda knew exactly where he was now.

Crane, on his end, could only let out a satisfied moan as he felt the panda drop into his sac.

He could feel Po in there. He could feel the panda moving around his sac, and he could even feel his hands pressing on the walls. Shit, he could even feel the panda pressing his face into the walls of the sac!

He looked down, and he saw the clear outline of the panda’s face on his sac as the panda pressed his head against the musky flesh. The mouth open on a clear moan as the panda indulged himself in what could be the ultimate bliss for him.

However, this was not his ultimate bliss.

Crane knew that.

He knew because Po told to him long ago exactly what his ultimate bliss would be.

Well, Crane might as well just give it to him, right? He’d already let Po fool around for long enough.

The panda was in for a surprise as the sac around him moved. The whole ballsac contracted around him, closing in around him like a very tight blanket, causing the panda to squeak in surprise as he was squeezed from all sides, caused by Crane’s fine control over his body and metabolism.

The sac went loose around the panda, allowing him to breathe. Then, it contracted around him once more. This time, instead of a surprised squeak, Po let out a moan, one that Crane noticed, and that let him know that the panda was enjoying himself.

Then, his sac moved, swinging to the side and causing the panda inside of it to be tossed around, before the sac contracted around him once more, squeezing him hard. Looking from the outside, Crane could see his sac contracting around Po and allowing him to see every line of the panda’s body, including his mouth, open in a moan.

Crane continued what he was doing, making his sac move and squeeze, causing the panda to be tossed around and squeezed by the walls of his malleable prison. All the while, the panda experienced a pleasure and bliss of the likes he never had before on his life.

The panda had cummed already, and his little dick was already getting hard once more, and then he came again as Crane continued to control his sac around him to cause the panda to be treated with a roughness that was of the most exquisite kind for the panda master.

It went on for minutes, with Crane panting as he did it. The feeling of pleasure that this experience was causing him was something exquisite and exotic. A feeling he never experienced, and that made him crave for more. He was certainly enjoying it as much as Po was.

The panda let out muffled moans as the sac contracted around him hard. Once, twice, three and then four times in a row, each squeeze feeling tighter around his body, and making him feel more and more helpless.

However, as time passed, Po could feel another feeling coming from being squeezed.

He could feel himself... softer.

More malleable.

Less solid.

Nearly as if he was melting.

Po knew what was happening.

He knew what was going on with him.

Crane’s sac was claiming him.

He was being claimed by that musky prison and being turned into the very thing that normally was produced inside of them.

He was turning into Crane’s seed.

And this realization only made Po’s bliss all the greater, as this was exactly what he wanted.

A morbid, strange little desire that has been on his mind since he read a peculiar story on a scroll from a dubious store when he was on his late teens, and that remained with him for many years to come, brewing on the depths of his brain and turning into a desire that, while not controlling and defining his entire life, would be something that, eventually, would lead to him to decide that this was how he wanted to end.

And it was finally happening.

Po moaned even harder as he felt the sac contracting upwards, forcing the panda into a fetal position as he was squeezed hard by the fleshy walls of Crane’s sac.

Crane was as lost in pleasure as Po. However, that’s not to say that he was unaware of what was going on with the panda on his balls. He was fully aware of what was happening to Po, as he could tell that the occupant of the sac was getting less and less solid with each squeeze, even though he was still solid enough for Crane to know that he was still there.

However, that would not be lasting much longer.

Crane lowered his head, so he was as close to his own crotch as possible. He was panting, his own breath washing over his own throbbing dick. He looked at his ballsac, which was currently clenching around the panda, enveloping him and allowing Crane to see every single detail of his body’s outline. Including the expression of bliss on the panda’s face.

“Zhuuuuuuuu~”

The panda’s voice was muffled, but it was audible from the outside as the avian had his face so close to his sac.

A lot of emotions surged through Crane as he heard his name being said by the panda.

From elation to anguish, all of them related to what they were doing. As well as a feeling of sweetness, that the avian knew was being shared between the two of them, as it did every single time they met in secret to make love.

“Goodbye, Po.” Crane whispered to the panda inside of his sac, knowing that he could hear every word. “I love you.”

Then, Crane did it.

His sac contracted quickly and repeatedly around the panda, causing his moans to turn into squeals and screams as he was threated roughly by his prison. However, in no moment there was pain in there. Only pleasure.

Only a feeling of bliss of the likes Po never had in his life.

A feeling that was shared by Crane.

And then, it finally came.

It was synchronized between the two of them, as Crane threw his head back in a cry of pure avian delight as his felt his balls contracting harder than they ever did before around the panda as they processed him.

And Po, as he was processed, had an orgasm. However, this was not like any orgasm that he ever felt before. It was longer, and more intense than anything. It consumed every single thought of his mind, and every memory, both good and bad, was left behind as this one feeling of bliss and pleasure became his everything.

This was the orgasm to end all orgasms.

The ultimate feeling of bliss.

This was Nirvana.

Crane’s sac continued to contract around the panda, and the clear shape of the panda in it became less coherent with each squeeze. Features became less defined with each tightening, as the panda inside of the sac was broken down into a liquid, goopy form. Until, with a final contraction, the shape of the panda vanished completely.

Crane relaxed, and his ballsac finally stopped contracting closer to his body. It dropped, its contents sloshing around heavily.

Funny, Crane never imagined that his balls would ever feel fuller than they ever did after he had the most intense orgasm of his life.

He didn’t really think about it. He was to dizzy with pleasure, and tired, to think.

He did the only thing that he could think of doing now: he went to sleep.


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On the following day, the Valley was abuzz with rumors.

Rumors that Po was gone. That he had departed to meet with the other masters in the Spirit Realm, leaving the Dragon Warrior, Master Zhen, as the new leader of the Jade Palace, and now the responsible for looking over the Valley and China with the help of the new Furious Five.

Those were only rumors at this stage, however. It would only be on the coming days and weeks that the news would really sink in to everyone, and they would be followed by celebrations and posthumous honors to Grandmaster Ping Xiao Po. The first Dragon Warrior and the eternal Kung Fu Panda.

And, among them all, there was one person who was paying his own tributes to the panda.

Crane had woken up on the morning, and he was a groggy. However, as his mind cleared, and the memories of the previous night came back to him, Crane was... okay with it.

He had a common morning routine after this, as he prepared a light breakfast to himself, and even made a few morning exercises and tai chi. Although he did find it hard to focus with his balls being so full that they felt painful.

After this, Crane went to the village, tucking his flaccid dick and his overfull balls into his pants before going his way straight to the shop, where he proceeded to buy a few things.

He could hear the rumors about Po’s departure, and about how people were saying that they had witnessed said passing, and how they varied from beautiful to downright absurd. However, none of them came even close to the truth, and that was probably a good thing, as far as Crane was concerned.

As Crane returned to his home, he picked the items he bought and placed them all before him.

A small urn, some straw and cotton, some wax, and a strip of rice paper.

Crane set up a small flame and started using it to heat up and melt the wax. As he did, he opened the urn and lowered his pants.

His balls sloshed as the avian started rubbing his dick, which got fully hard in a matter of seconds.

Then, Crane started masturbating.

He moaned and cried out as he rubbed his dick with his feathery wing, working himself in direction to an orgasm, causing his balls to tense and contraction, causing their contents to slosh around even harder.

Crane moaned hard, as he could not stop thinking about what happened last night. Of what he did. Of [i]who[/i] he did it to. And of how amazing it felt.

His orgasm was approaching at a fast rate, and Crane pointed the head of his dick directly into the mouth of the urn, and then, the orgasm hit.

His balls contracted as they sent their contents up the same tunnel that, just the night before, served as the entrance path for something else into them.

His piss-slit flared as burst after burst of thick, creamy, pearly-white cum spurted out of his dick, all into the urn, filling it as the avian’s balls emptied themselves. And Crane continued to masturbate furiously, crying out as he made sure to milk his balls for every single drop inside of them.

By the end of it, Crane nearly felt like passing out, but he was able to steady himself. He did, however, remained frozen in place, panting to recover his breath as the last drop of semen fell into the urn with a *plop*.

Crane rose up, and he looked down at the urn, seeing that it was not filled nearly to the brim with his white semen.

He stared down at it for a few seconds, catching the smaller glimpses of tufts of white and black fur on them.

Then, Crane picked the wax, fully melted at this stage, and then mixed it with the cotton and straw, and applied it around the rim of the urn, before placing the lid back into it. Then, using a little more of the wax and cotton mix, and applying the rice paper around the edges of the lid, he finished sealing the urn in a strong, air-tight seal.

With this, the work was done.

With care and respect, Crane picked the urn, carrying it with himself back to his bedroom. He could feel the contents sloshing slightly with each step he took, until he arrived into his bedroom and carefully placed it into the shelve, in plain sight, but also slightly hidden, in away that it would not call too much attention.

For the coming years, this would be one of the most precious things Crane owned. It would be something he would treasure and cherish and, once he was on his deathbed, he would pass it to his great-grandchildren, informing them that they were “the earthly remains of the first Dragon Warrior”.

And this urn would be passed from generation to generation inside of his lineage, as a relic of spirituality and enlightenment, even of mysticism. All the while no one ever got fully aware of what exactly was inside of said urn.

On the Spirit Realm, Po and Crane would only look at each other and smirk mischievously...