The Digi World was quite similar the Real One in a lot of aspects. However, one close look and you would quickly notice you are not on the Real World.

The constellations were all different in the sky. The flowers and other forms of plant-life seemed to have screens and some other computer features integrated in them. Even the air itself felt different.

The very laws of physics in there worked far too differently than the ones on the Real World, as anyone would notice as soon as they tried to use a move in there and noticed how they behaved.

That was one of the reasons, according to some, why Pokémon didn’t feel as comfortable in there as they did on their own world.

However, there was still a pretty big number of Pokémon who ended up living in the Digi World, as they chose to live in there for one reason or another, putting aside their century-long enmity with the Digimon to live near them, although always forming tight-knit communities among themselves.

And this was something that bothered more than a few Digimon. However, they learned to accept it, as that helped improve their relations with humans, who were native from the same world as the Pokémon.

Some, however, found the presence of Pokémon on their own world so upsetting that they would rather do something about it then try and tolerate them for the sake of humans.

And, in doing so, they often ended in problem with the Digi Police.

Like Drix did.

“Stop in name of the law!” Said the human woman in police uniform who was currently ridding on the back of her partner. The Ginryumon growled and roared as he continued the chase, going after the smaller, but incredibly fast, Dorumon who was running on two legs ahead of them, taking advantage of every little thing on the path he could use to try and get those two out of his way.

“How is he so fast being so small!?” The human woman said, to what the Ginryumon said:

“He is an X-Digimon. It is the effect of the X-antivirus.”

“No, it’s not only that...” The human said, seeing how fast that Dorumon was moving. She met other Dorumons before, and none of them moved half as swiftly as that one guy. “He must have made illegal upgrades on himself.”

Yes, for Digimon, unlike Pokémon, were capable of upgrading using a variety of programs and digital applications. They were, after all, living computer programs, it would be strange if they were not able to upgrade themselves.

Such upgrades, however, were closely monitored by the authorities, once some of them could be used for serious criminal activities. You needed a special permission to have such upgrades made on yourself, and those were often only given after long psychological and criminal screenings to see if the Digimon in question had any inclination to misuse such enhancements.

She had the very strong suspicion that this Dorumon had not done such evaluations, and probably acquired the upgrades through illegal means.

Just as she thought that, the Dorumon made a jump in the air. He jumped higher than it should be possible for a Digimon his size and built, spinning around so he was facing them both.

“[b][i]Metal Power![/i][/b]” The Dorumon said, and a big ball of metal came out of his mouth, flying in direction to them. As it did, the metal ball split itself into dozens of metal balls, all of them flying their way.

“Lizo!” The human woman said, and the Ginryumon immediately reacted by lifting his forelegs and using them to block the incoming balls. As he did so, he was pushed back several meters, as the sheer momentum of the balls caused him to be flung backwards, and this caused the human to be thrown off his back.

He immediately grabbed her, twisting his body as fast as he could and curling himself around her to shield her from the impact when he collided against a random building, causing it to break apart.

However, the big armored Digimon didn’t care about it, or even about the pain on the muscles of his legs where the balls hit. He was much more worried with his human partner, and he was very relieved for seeing that she was okay and not harmed in any way.

Then, he relief turned into anger, directed like a beam towards the little shit who just endangered his beloved partner with his actions.

That little purple freak had just made it personal!

And Drix himself understood this. He knew full well that you didn’t messed with someone human partner, and that now that Ginryumon would not rest until he had caught him. That was why he was so desperate to flee now.

He managed to remain hidden after turning a corner and entering an abandoned building of that area. One that had not been used ever since the Great Digi-Poké Wars.

Drix had been using it as a base for a while, and he managed to make a decent home in it. It was a nice place to hide and lay low. However, considering that he had just bombed the local Pokémon community, and in doing that he (as he hoped) killed many Pokémon in the process, he could think that now he would be marked as a terrorist by the authorities, and they would chase him down as one.

Although, he was not sure why they minded so much. If anything, he was doing everyone a favor by bombing that keychain house and having all those Pokémon leave their world for good. However, the Digi Police certainly didn’t saw it like that. At least, not the many humans who were part of it, many of which grew up with Pokémon and went to school with them.

The Dorumon only knew he needed to escape. He needed to leave now before they caught wind of him and tossed him in the prison with the other criminals. He had heard enough stories about the Digital Prison to know it was a place where he did not want to be sent. A place that he needed to avoid at all costs. Especially if you took in consideration that the humans, always progressivist and in favor of equality, housed both Digimon and Pokémon criminals on the same prisons.

Drix did not wanted to have to share a cell with some of those keychains, especially if they caught wind of why he was in prison in the first place. They would tear him apart or, worse yet, make him their bitch.

And there would be no greater disgrace for die-hard Digimon pride defender such as Drix than becoming the bitch of those filthy keychains.

So, he knew that he only had one option right now.

Walking into the old base, Drix made his way all the way to the big keyboard connected to a giant glowing fractal crystal that changed with psychedelic colors depending on the angle you looked at it.

No one knew that this was in there, let alone that it worked.  However, Drix knew. He figured out shortly after finding it into this abandoned structure and fumbled with the controllers to find out that the terminal still worked perfectly.

Yes, because this was a terminal. A place specifically made to bridge the Digital and Real Worlds.

This had been built to serve as an access point for the Digimon armies for their settlements back on the Real World, all the way back on the Great Digi-Poké Wars, over a hundred years ago.

This was a bridge between the two worlds that had long been closed with the end of the war and the return of the troops to their homeworld. However, as Drix the Dorumon found out, the terminal still worked even after a century of inactivity.

Those guys really knew how to build their stuff back on the day.

He never used it, though. The Real World was for the humans and those keychains and, while he even had a certain affinity with the humans, he had no interest in visiting a place that was crawling with Pokémon. He had no desire to leave the comfort of his home to go there and meet some of those keychains on their home turf.

However, with the treat of the Digi Police coming after him, with the added charge of having attacked a human who was one of them, Drix knew that he could not stay for much longer. It would only be a matter of time until they tracked him down into this place and broke in, possibly with that Ginryumon on the front, still chasing after Drix for his blood.

The Dorumon knew that he had no choice on the matter.

 He needed to leave the Digital World.

He needed to go to the Real World and stay in there until things settled down enough that he could find out a way to come back to his world.

So, with presses of the buttons on the console, Drix put the thing to work, making the crystal light up with a light of its own and start to fracture even more, producing changing patterns of colors and shapes that were like a gate opening before the Dorumon.

Drix left the console and stood before the crystal, preparing himself to jump through.

“Yes!” The figure in dark robes said, as he continued to perform a forbidden ritual. Dark clouds gathered above him as the many acolytes he gathered continued to chant. “Yes! Continue now, my children! Soon the power of the gods shall be mine, and so will China and the world!”

And he laughed manically. His cackling was so loud and so powerful that one would be excused from mistaking this wolf with a hyena. The storm clouds above him cracked with lightning and thunder, as if the heavens themselves were roaring in rage with this canine who dared to try and claiming its power for himself. To break the laws of both Heaven and Earth to fulfill his selfish and petty desires.

However, this wolf was not deterred by the show of rage and power that the heavens above him were showing. He continued his ritual on the temple on top of the dark Bao Gun Mountain. He knew that there was nothing the gods themselves could do to stop him. He took all the needed steps to ensure that no heavenly power would be able to stand on his way.

Nothing would stop him from achieving the supreme glory.

At least, that was what he thought.

“Ka-kra-koei!”

The cry caused the wolf, just like everyone else to look up, as a golden light invaded the temple coming from up.

A giant dragon made of golden energy came though the opening in the ceiling, flying across the room as everyone in there screamed and ran away in fear.

Inside of the energy dragon, was a panda with a staff made of jade with the yin-yang motif in it. And, on top of the dragon, ridding it’s back, was a burly simian, big and muscular like a gorilla, but with the fur-color and tail of a monkey, with the fur on top of his head tied in bun and wearing a yellow combat armor as he carried a pair of swords on his back.

“You!?!?” The wolf cried in rage as he saw the two of them. He knew who they were.

It was Grandmaster Po, the Dragon Warrior, and Pan Wukong, the bastard son of Sun Wukong.

He thought he had killed them both!

However, there they were, and they were ready for their rematch.

The hybrid simian jumped off the dragon’s back, landing on his hand and feet on the ground, before standing proud, while the panda, after dematerializing the dragon and re-absorbing his chi so he could use it again, landed right by the side of the simian on a fighting pose, with his back facing the wolf, what he quickly corrected as soon as he realized the mistake.

“Get them!” The wolf cried out to the few of his acolytes who remained there, and the many followers were soon charging at the two heroes with their daggers and other weapons in hand, while their wolf master helped them from a distance by slinging chi-based attacks on the two of them.

However, the two did not came all the way there to be defeated again. Not after their only narrowly dodged death on their last battle. So, they both fought and, oh boy, did they put on a show!

They fought as if they had trained together for many years. So much that no one would say that they have only known each other for a couple weeks. They certainly showed a much better teamwork than when the wolf fought them a couple days ago, when he thought he had gotten rid of the two of them for good and was now free to claim the power of the gods.

Enough to defeat all the cultists by knocking them all one after the other. Enough to be able to know what the other was planning without any need for words. Enough to know which one was supposed to fight back with his own chi blasts to the wolf while the other blocked the wolf’s attacks with a weapon charged with chi.

And enough to jump in front of a lethal attack for the other.

“Po!!!” Pan Wukong cried out as he saw the panda being hit square in the chest by that blast of purple chi. The panda still managed to toss his staff up, sending it as hard as he could while screaming:

“Banana pass!”

For someone who just arrived, this could seem like it made no sense at all. However, for those two, it certainly meant something. So much that Pan, despite worried with the panda, knew exactly what to do.

And, before the wolf’s bewildered eyes, the simian jumped across the statues of the temple as if he was jumping between branches and grasped the Staff of Wisdom with both hands.

Just as he did, a lightning came from the heavens, hitting the staff and being channeled through it, as Pan Wukong poured his own chi into the staff, mixing with the panda’s which was already there, and impregnating the lightning as it continued down towards the wolf.

The loudest, most Earth-splitting cry was heard as the wolf was hit in full blast by an energy that carried the very same type of power that he had had wanted to claim for himself. The type of power that he wanted to steal. The type of power that he wanted to us to achieve his selfish goals.

And this power proved to be too much for him.

“Noooooooooooooooooooo!~” The wolf wailed as his body was eaten away by the energy coursing through him. His muscles withering into nothing. His skin becoming thing as rice paper and crumbling away with the breeze. Even his bones were completely pulverized by the sheer energy that coursed through his frail mortal body.

In the end, all that was left of his body was a thin dust that was carried away by the wind, leaving only his robes behind.

The sorcerer had been vanquished.

However, the Simian Prince had no time to gloat on his victory.

“Po!” He screamed as he jumped from statue to statue, until he eventually landed right next to the panda, who was laying on his back on the ground, unmoving.

“Po! Po, are you okay!? Po! Speak to me, please!”

He talked to the panda as he held him on his arms and shook him firmly. However, the panda did not answer.

“No... No, please no...” The Simian Prince, in a very uncharacteristic thing of him, felt his voice, normally as confident as his own father’s, cracking with emotion.

“Po... please...” He said, as he held the panda. “Please, don’t die...”

Seconds passed, and the anguish of the simian was growing. He could almost feel the tears coming to his eyes. However, before they could fall, the panda moved as he coughed.

“Po!” Pan cried out in relief as he saw the panda opening his eyes. Po blinked, and he looked at him.

“Did we get him?”

The hybrid simian nodded.

“yes, Po. We got him. He is a goner.”

Po looked at him, and he smiled.

“Told you we could pull it out...” The panda said as he smiled at the hybrid.

Pan, on that moment, did another thing that was quite uncharacteristic of him: he pulled Po in a tight hug.

So tight, in fact, that Po felt a little breathless.

“Pan... too tight... lungs... crushed...”

However, the simian continued to hug him. He could not help himself. He was just so happy.

He was happy that they pulled it out. He was happy that they saved the world. But, more than anything, he was glad that the panda with whom he adventured for the past few weeks was alive and well.

And he was not the only one happy for, as the skies cleared from dark clouds and the sun once more shone across the lands, illuminating the dark mountain where the temple was located, everyone knew that the unlikely pair of friends have made it.

They saved the day.

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Po and Pan traveled down the mountain, soon arriving on the great village on the very foot of said mountain. The two of them, naturally, were hailed as heroes. I mean, they just saved the entire country from being taken by a maniac sorcerer who was trying to become a living god.

Of course they would be received with cheers, with dancing and singing and, as it was obvious at this point, with lots and lots of food.

The two heroes were given honored seats on the feast table, as they watched the people dance at the rhythm of the songs that their best musicians just composed about the heroic deeds of the Dragon Warrior and Simian Prince, who vanquished the Wicked Wolf of the North.

Po was always in for a party. That was one of the things he found out he had in common with Pan once the two of them were finally able to put their guard down around each other and talk and bond about the things they shared. Like their love for food.

“Man, this is all the best!” Po said to the ape by his side, and he looked back at him with a smile.

“And you know what goes well with it?” Pan was showing Po a small ceramic bottle as he spoke those words. Po looked at it, and he knew right away that it was not tea.

“Pan, we talked about it.” Po was pushing away the bottle of rice wine, “I don’t drink.”

“You ever tried?”

“Not since that time I saw a pig get drunk and make a total fool of himself on a Moon Festival. The guy almost ruined the entire celebration.”

“And you don’t want to do the same, I get it.” Pan approached the panda, offering the bottle to him once more. “Look, that’s only for those who don’t know how to drink well. If you know your limits and how to dose it right, then things like that will never happen to you. Come on, it is a celebration. I am sure you are not a mean drunk and, even if you are, I will be here to rein you in. Give it a try, will yah?”

Po looked at Pan, and he saw the smile on his face as he offered the ceramic bottle to Po. After all they went through together, Po felt like he could trust the ape’s words. So, he ended up accepting, as he allowed the Simian Prince to pour some of the wine into his cup, and soon he was giving it a taste.

Po cringed a bit at the bitter flavor of alcohol, which mixed with the umami flavor of the rice. Po knew right away that he was not a fan of alcoholic beverages.

“Just drink a little more, you will forget all about the flavor.” Pan encouraged, and Po did as he asked.

At first, Po thought that it was not affecting him, and he was about to take another swing when Pan stopped him.

“Wait for it.”

Po did as he instructed, and soon he started feeling it.

A feeling of warmness on his stomach and spreading to his chest and torso. He also felt a bit lighter suddenly, and less worried.

“You see, that is the good part of drinking alcohol.” Pan said to the panda as he described the feeling. “This feeling that makes you feel more confident and makes it easier to talk to others and to party. You see, this is where you want to stay. The secret is not overdosing it. Just stay in that good place and don’t cross into the slurred speech and blurry vision. If you start feeling dizzy, then stop and let it work out of your system. It takes a while to figure out how to drink on the right measure. Don’t worry, I will walk you through it.”

And he did. During the party, Pan continued to guide Po on how to drink just the right amount of alcohol to enjoy the party better without crossing into losing his mind and embarrassing himself. The Simian Prince had plenty of experience with this, after all.

And, Po had to admit, the right amount of alcohol somehow made the party more enjoyable. It made Po feel looser than usual, and it even made him agree to go with Pan and take part on the dancing.

The two of them even entered the dancing competition as a double, and they danced quite skillfully at it, with Pan leading while Po god dizzy from being spun around by the slightly taller and more muscular simian around, much to the amusement of the people around, who clapped and laughed at the performance of the two.

In the end, the two of them received the prize for being the best duo, way included a pair of medals for the two of them and their picture made by their professional and hang on the wall of the village’s main hall for the rest of the year.

Po even heard some people say that they were planning on presenting that picture and placing it in a permanent spot, as a tribute to the two heroes who saved their country from evil and still had time to win their annual dancing competition. The panda could not help but feel flattered by this, and a bit fuzzy on the inside.

Although he attributed the last part to the alcohol.

Soon, he and Pan were retreating to their quarters. As a thank you from the village, they were given the most luxurious room they had to offer, which rivaled the Chrysanthemum Suite back on the Jade Palace. Apparently, they had this built over a decade ago, when the Emperor made a stop to their village and they didn’t have a room of truly “imperial” quality to offer to him for his stay. The Emperor was, luckily, a swell guy, and accepted the humble quarters they could give him, but right after he left, the village’s leader ordered the construction of a place that would be used by the village for the truly special guests. Like the two heroes.

“Man, that’s so fancy!” Po said as he looked around. He was a bit tipsy, but only very slightly. Pan was right, drinking the right amount of alcohol could make one looser without making you feel like doing anything that would make you want to hide under a rock on the following morning.

"Look at this, Pan! Isn’t this fancy? It is so fancy! Can’t believe they gave us such a fancy room!"

Pan, on his end, could only chuckle at the panda’s antics, which were made slightly more noticeable by the controlled amount of alcohol he consumed during the night. To the hybrid, that made them even more endearing.

Hard to believe that, at the beginning of their adventure together to save China, he thought the panda was annoying. But that was just his first impression. Po grew on him with the passing of days and weeks, just like he grew in most people who knew him and were not intent on killing him.

The fact that they went through so many near-death experiences together did help them bond.

“Serious, I can’t believe they offered us their Imperial hut just for us to stay the night before going on the morning.” Po said, as he sat on the luxurious bed covered with fine silk sheets. “Man, this is all so royal... I’m not sure if I deserve it...”

“Are you serious?” Pan came to Po’s side, sitting with him on the bed. “You literally just saved Asia from being taken by an evil sorcerer, and you are saying you don’t deserve royal treatment? I mean, your humbleness if admirable, but come on! Give yourself some credit! Let yourself be pampered after coming so close to death to save your nation! You deserve it!”

“Well, I guess I do.” Po admitted, blushing slightly. “But still not as much as you. I mean, you were the one who defeated the wizard and all. Plus, you are the one of us two who is an actual prince, remember? You do deserve the royal treatment.”

Pan looked at the panda for a few moments, before nodding.

“Yeah you are right... but, just having my old man notice me would be enough.” Pan said, looking at the distance. “Maybe now he finally will...”

Po looked at him for a while. He had learned, during their time together, that Pan was not exactly on the best terms with his father. Well, from what Po heard, he would not go as far as to call him a deadbeat, but he certainly was not the type of father who was there all the time. Besides, it seemed that Sun Wukong apparently had great expectations of his son...

“I still think you should try and talk to him.” Po said to Pan. “Go look for him and have a conversation instead of just trying so hard to get him to look your way. I mean, it always worked for me and my dad... well, both my dads.”

Pan looked back at the panda, and he had a smile on his face.

“You are truly blessed, Po.” He said to the black and white ursine. “To have not only one, but two fathers who love you as much as they do.”

Po’s smile became a bit awkward, as the panda rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I guess I am...” He said, “Anyways, try having a heart-to-heart with your dad next time you see him. It will do wonders for you guys’ relationship. Trust me.”

Pan nodded at the panda, once more thanking him for being so ready to give him advices when he noticed he was in need for. He did find out that the panda could be surprisingly wise and insightful, despite his laidback personality.

“You are really one of the bravest, strongest people I ever met.” Pan said to the panda. “And you never really looked down on me. You know, because of the whole ‘illegitimate hybrid child’ thing.”

Po looked down a bit at this. It still baffled him how judgmental some people could be towards hybrid. They were few, relatively, but they did have some strong opinions. Po disagreed with all. The panda shook his head as he pushed those thoughts aside.

“Hey, that’s the least I can do for you, pal.” Po gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “We are friends, after all.”

Pan looked at him for a moment.

“Yeah... friends...”

He said that in a way that made Po blink as he looked at him, and then he looked away.

“Say, Po...” The hybrid was speaking to Po, albeit he was not looking at him. “What if I don’t really want to be friends?”

This caught Po completely off guard.

Was... was he being serious? But they were getting along so well!

Then, Pan’s next words surprised the panda even more.

“What if I want us to be... more?”

As he said that, his hand slid, until it was holding Po’s. The panda looked in surprise as that strong hand which was, very conveniently, almost the same size of his own, as it intertwined its fingers with his’.

“Pan?”

“Po... I...” The simian hesitated, before looking the panda in the eye, and saying the three hardest words he ever spoke to another person:

“I love you.”

Po blinked, and he just looked at him. He wasn’t sure how one was even supposed to react to something like that.

I mean, it was not as if anyone had ever told Po that they loved him. His father did. A few girls, and boys did back when he was growing up. A lot of people did since he became the Dragon Warrior, with some of them even going as far as to ask him in marriage. However, the look that Pan had on his eyes as he looked at him... the Simian Prince really meant it.

Pan really was in love with him.

“Pan...” Po said, looking at him. “I... I don’t know what to say...”

“Say you love me too.” Pan said, nearly pleading to the panda. “Say that you want to come with me so we can build a life together. Or say you don’t. I am okay if you do not want to be with me but give me an answer. Please...”

Po looked at the simian. The same one who, on their first meeting, looked at him with nothing more than contempt. And who now looked at him with what Po knew for a fact could only be love.

Po was now choosing his words carefully, as he didn’t want to say anything that would hurt Pan’s feelings.

“Pan... I... I can’t...”

The simian deflated as he heard that.

“I am the Dragon Warrior.” He said to him. “My home is in the Valley of Peace. I have to protect it and the people there. They are my responsibility, and I cannot just abandon them. I have a duty with all of them, and I cannot leave it to be with you... I’m sorry.”

The simian looked down. This... was about as bad as he had expected. A little worse, to tell the truth, for the fact that he could totally understand Po’s point.

“Pan...” Po said, placing a hand on his cheek, causing him to look at him. “You are an amazing guy.” The panda was smiling. “You are brave, smart, strong, fun and you have a heart of gold. You deserve someone who you can build a life with. This might not be me, but you do. And you will find this person one day. I just know it.”

The panda did not have any doubt on his voice as he spoke those words to the simian. There was tenderness and care on his eyes, and Pan could not help but look at those green orbs as they stared back into his own...

He barely realized what he was doing until he felt his lips pressing on the panda’s. He had never been the impulsive type, but he just could not help himself on that occasion. He caught both himself and Po off guard.

He broke the kiss, looking at the panda’s shocked eyes, before starting to apologize profusely for being so improper. This time, however, it was Po who cut him off with another kiss.

Pan was shocked. However, as Po continued to kiss him, he soon was kissing him back. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into the panda’s accepting his kiss and retuning it with growing eagerness.

He opened his lips, pressing his tongue on the panda’s, running it over them. To his surprise, the panda answered by parting his lips and allowing his tongue to enter.

Their tongues touched, and that caused electricity to course through both their bodies.

They broke the kiss, both blushing.

“Wow...” Po said, looking at him.

“That was... something...”

“Yeah...” Po said, “Kind of like I thought it would be... my first kiss.”

Pan blinked, looking at the panda.

“Wait...” The simian was looking at him. “First with a man, or first of all?”

Po’s blush intensified, before he spoke:

“First of all...”

Pan looked at him for a moment, and then he said:

“Mine too.”

Po looked at him, and them Pan said:

“So, we are not going to be together but... can we at least... you know?”

Po knew. He totally got what the Simian Prince was suggesting. And he would be lying if he said the idea was not alluring right now.

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the wine. At least in part.

All they knew was that they were feeling like doing it, despite neither of them having ever done anything like that before. They both wanted to lose their virginity together.

Since they were both new to this, they decided to start by going back to kissing. This time, they kissed even deeper. Their tongues danced as they pressed their mouths together as if they were trying to eat each other. They were moaning as they swapped spit, their bodies growing hotter and hotter by the second as they continued doing it.

They were panting as they broke the kiss again, a strand of saliva connecting their tongues as they felt the urgent need to remove their clothes. Suddenly it had become too hot for them on that room, despite being the beginning of fall.

Po only had his shorts to remove, and he often went commando beneath them, so he was naked rather quickly. Pan had more cloth to remove, including his armor, the shirt and pants he wore underneath, and the fundoshi.

“W-wait.” Po said, just as the hybrid simian was about to remove his fundoshi. “C-could you keep those on? Y-you look really sexy in them.”

Pan looked at the panda, and then, with a smirk, he said:

“Oh, does the Dragon Warrior likes seeing me in my underwear? How naughty.~”

Po blushed harder as he heard those words, and soon the simian was coming to him again.

“Well, since you like them so much, I will keep them on. Just. For. You.~”

And soon, he was kissing Po again. The panda moaned as he was kissed by the simian. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as Pan started laying on top of him, running his strong hands over his chubby form as he pressed his crotch against Po’s, grinding their members against each other with only the cloth of his fundoshi separating them.

They both were producing a lot of noise as they indulged on the feeling of kissing and touching each other. They didn’t even notice the goose who came in there to check on them and ask if they needed anything, only to blush in mortification as he saw what they were doing and close the door quietly while whispering an apology for interrupting.

The two of them only stopped nearly two minutes later, both causing mist to form on the air with their panting as saliva connected their mouths. Po then asked:

“Did you hear something?”

“Only our hearts beating as one.” Was Pan’s answer, before he dove right back into kissing the panda.

Both their dicks were hard as diamond and throbbing. Both were leaking pre, all of which was staining Pan’s fundoshi as he continued to grind their hips together as he practically pinned the panda to the bed.

Then, he stopped kissing Po’s lips, and started kissing his neck instead.

“Oohhhh.~” Po moaned out loudly as he felt Pan going down on his neck, covering it in kisses, licking it, and then locking his lips on it and sucking hard, leaving behind a few light hickeys. The panda trembled underneath him, moaning his partners name as he allowed the simian to do as he pleased with him. He could flip the simian into the bed if he tried for real, but he didn’t feel like doing it. He liked being at the bottom... in bed...

The simian continued to suckle on the panda’s neck for a while, before moving even lower. His tongue found Po’s nipple and licked around it, before locking around that nub of flesh hidden among his fur and sucking, causing the panda to practically squeal as this was done to him.

[i]Oh, they are sensitive?[/i] Pan thought, a smirk forming on his lips as he had them sealed around the panda’s nub. Soon, he was finding the other one with his hand, and gently pinching and twisting it with his fingers. This sent the panda into overdrive, as he gasped and moaned Pan’s name loudly, trembling like a leaf in a storm as he was toyed with like that.

Pan felt like he could do it all night, just to hear the cute sounds Po was making. However, that was not his main goal there.

So, he started moving lower. He covered Po’s big belly in kisses, causing it to jiggle around as he trailed the kisses all the way down to Po’s crotch. To his hard, throbbing cock.

It was not as small as he had expected from what he heard about pandas. Just another proof that you cannot really trust rumors.

Soon, he was giving it a nice treatment, covering it in kisses, licking, and even taking it on his mouth and sucking on it while swirling his tongue around the tip. All of that caused Po to moan so loud he might as well be screaming. Pan could never have done it before, but he did read a lot of literature on the matter, and he had a pretty good idea on what to do.

What them both should do.

“Don’t let me do all the work, Dragon Warrior.” Pan said as he positioned himself above the panda, so his own crotch was right over Po’s face. “You gotta reciprocate, no?”

Po was panting as he looked up and saw Pan’s upside-down tenting fundoshi right in front of him. He could smell the scent coming from it. Rich and spicy. Manly. The type of smell that one would expect from an all-male bathhouse or from a basket full of dirty laundry. Only richer.

Po always thought those kinds of smells too strong for him. However, right then, as he was hit right on the nose with the smell of the musky underwear, as well as the one of what was hidden underneath it, Po felt his mouth watering as if he had just smelled his goose dad’s special noodles.

Po could not help himself. He managed to maneuver so he could grab the edge of the fundoshi with his teeth and pull it down (or up, considering their position). This caused Pan’s member to bounce free and literally slap Po right on the nose.

Po was not small, despite what the rumors regarding pandas being all micro-dicked, but he was not as big as Pan, who was half-monkey and half-gorilla. His member was certainly engorged, as one would expect from a big ape, with a matching pair of gonads that draped over Po’s eyes as they slipped free from the fundoshi.

Po felt like being hit by a boulder, just like what happened in the Spirit World a couple years ago. That musk was even more powerful now that the member was freed from the confines of the fundoshi, as if the gates of a dan had been opened and the water could flow freely with the power of a tidal wave. Po’s legs would have given out on him and he would have fallen flat on his butt, maybe even on his face, was not for the fact he was already laying on a bed.

Po was drooling buckets by the time as he stuck his tongue out and started to lick the member hungrily. He quickly managed to wrap his tongue around the head and guide it to his mouth, as he sealed his lips around it and started to suck, moaning loudly as he tried to gobble it all at once.

“Hey! Hey!” Pan’s voice managed to bring the panda back to reality a little bit. “Easy there! At this rate you are going to choke. Go easy on it, and don’t suck all that hard, it is not the last source of fresh water on the planet.”

Hearing those words, Po managed to relax a little bit, and then he started sucking more gently. It was hard keeping himself in check, though, that musky flavor was even more potent than the smell, and it was making Po feel light-headed.

The panda moaned even louder as Pan went back to sucking him, and this caused him to want to take more of that dick on his own mouth. He managed to take around two thirds of it on his mouth, and he was holding it on his mouth as he had the dick on his throat. Luckily, Po’s years of gobbling food made him able to take things down his gullet rather easily, although he did choke a little after a few seconds, causing him to have to pull back, but he then started to deep-throat the dick again.

Pan moaned as well as the panda took him so deep into his mouth with each one of his movements. The simian could not help himself, and he started thrusting. His thrusts were gentle, though, as he moved his hips up and down steadily, not going to hard on Po, since he was afraid that it could cause the panda some harm, considering the size of his ape-hood.

At the pace he was going, Po was able to take it like a champ. And he moaned like a bitch in heat as he choked around that fat dick.

Soon, his moans became high-pitched as his whole body stiffened and his back arched. Pan’s eyes widened as he felt the dick on his mouth throbbing and surging, and something spilling out of it into a considerably big amount. He had no choice but to quickly swallow it all so it would not spill out. Po continued to moan and tremble as his member continued to spill its load.

After a while, it stopped, and Po relaxed under the simian, Pan’s dick still on his mouth as he suckled no it softly while moaning weakly.

Pan, on his end, removed his mouth from the dick, allowing it to flop around. A little bit of semen trickled down from his lip, and the hybrid scooped it with a single finger, which he popped on his mouth and suckled.

It had a rich flavor. Earthy and salty. Kind of like that sauce that was once offered to him by a traveler he met when visiting Japan. He kind of liked it.

“That was...” Pan said, “Quick.”

He then looked at the panda under him, removing his dick from Po’s mouth, and the panda gasped as that dick slipped free from his mouth.

“You okay there, Po?” Pan asked to the panda as he saw the dazed look of pleasure on the panda’s face. “I never did it before, but I think you blew your load a bit fast...”

Po blushed, and he was soon apologizing to the ape, telling him that he could not help himself. That it just felt too good. That the smell, flavor and sensations were too much for him.

“It’s okay.” Pan said to the Dragon Warrior. “That is a common thing for first timers, or so I’ve heard. No big deal.”

“B-but you haven’t come yet...” Po was referring to the fact that Pan had not come yet, and the realized that the panda was right. His dick was still throbbing as it glistens with a mix of spit, pre and throat-slime.

He was feeling quite pent up.

“Yeah... wanna go back to sucking it?” Pan asked, and Po looked at him for a few moments, before, much to his surprise, shaking his head “no”.

Then, the panda managed to flip himself and get on all fours on the bed, his fat backside turned to the simian. Then he tucked his small pom-pom like tail up for him, exposing his tailhole.

Pan quickly got the gist of it.

“Are you sure?” He asked to the panda, and Po nodded.

“Yes... I want this.”

This was all the confirmation that Pan needed. He wanted this as well. Heck, the mere sight of that butt was enough to get him worked up, as he found out a few days ago when he accidentally walked into Po as he was bathing into a river and he got a gorgeous view of that black and white ass in all its naked glory.

And now, he finally could see it up close after fantasizing about it for days. And it was beautiful.

So beautiful that Pan could not help himself but reach forward and grab it with both hands.

Po flinched, letting out a small bleat like that of a sheep as he felt those hands on his butt. This served to make him even more aware of what was happening now, and of what he was offering to the Simian Prince.

“B-be gentle with me...” Po squeaked as he shivered, his voice shaking. Pan looked at him as the panda looked back at him over his shoulder, and he nodded.

“I will.”

This tranquilized Po, who went back to facing forward, while Pan turned his attention to the panda’s butt.

He pulled his ass-cheeks apart, revealing the pink pucker of flesh hidden in between those mounts, hidden beneath that little bunny-like tail which was now hiked up and visibly shaking despite the panda doing his best to keep his butt steady as his pucker, his most vulnerable part other than his crotch, was revealed to his lover.

Pan looked at it, even leaning over to take a closer look.

It seemed... clean. Smelled clean too.

Some of the panda’s hygiene could be questionable, but there was no deniably that his tailhole looked quite clean. There was no bad smell coming from there. Only a musky smell of panda coming from there and that honestly made the simian’s mouth water.

Grasping those mounds and pulling them even further apart, Pan leaned forward even more and, before he could question if this was a good idea or not, he stuck his tongue out and licked that pink ring of flesh.

Someone from the outside could mistake the sound Po produced by that of a wounded sheep. Pandas were known for bleating, mostly when they were nervous, scared or when they were with their lovers. Po only bleated three, maybe four times before on his life. It was not the type of sound he made with frequency.

But now, it was the sound he was making, and quite loudly, as he felt Pan’s tongue running over and around his tailhole.

The panda was bleating like a dying lamb as he was tongued by the hybrid behind him. He even let out a squeak as he felt that tongue entering him. Pan shoved his wet appendage in and out of his tailhole with quick, deliberated motions, tasting the insides of the panda, tasting that musk and panda flavor that made his dick throb even harder between his legs.

He even tasted Po’s prostate. His little love button, causing pleasure to shoot up the panda’s spine and cause his own dick to throb hard between his legs, letting out a small gush of pre.

This dragged on for minutes that, to Po, felt like a small eternity, and then Po’s tailhole was feeling empty and cold as Pan pulled out, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to the panda’s pucker.

Po was panting, his dick throbbing with each beat of his heart, drooling pre copiously as it did.

Then, he felt something else on his butt.

Something longer and thicker than a tongue. Something bigger, but just as warm.

He knew immediately what it was.

He looked over his shoulder, to see Pan on his knees behind him, holding his hips with his strong hands, while his dick was sandwiched between Po’s cheeks. He was looking at the panda, asking a silent question.

The panda looked back at him, and then he nodded, giving a silent answer.

This was all that was needed between the two of them.

And soon, Pan was putting his dick in position. Po’s tailhole clenched as the head of the dick pressed against the rim, and then, with a slow, but forceful movement, Pan pushed his dick in more and more until the head slipped past those muscles.

Po gasped, and then he lowered his head, breathing heavily through his mouth as the feeling of his tailhole being spread open was a bit too much for him. Pan paused his movements, remaining still, with his cock’s head inside of the panda’s ass, while the Dragon Warrior took deep breaths to steady himself and power through the burning feeling on his tailhole as it was stretched so widely.

After a while, Po managed to say:

“I-I’m fine... You can continue.”

Pan, despite hesitant, did gladly as the panda told him.

His ass felt so good!

It was hugging his dick so much that he nearly got cross-eyed right when the head slipped in. It was warm and pulsing around his member, as the panda’s heartbeat seemed to cause the anal walls to clench and unclench around the dick intruding it. Or perhaps that was peristalsis trying to force the invading object out?

He was not sure. He just knew that the panda’s butt felt heavenly on his dick. That was why he was only glad to start moving his hips.

Slowly, of course. He didn’t want to hurt Po, after all. He read enough erotic stories to know that he should not force it too much as not to cause the partner too much pain and ruin the mood. But, still, he continued to move his dick in and out of Po’s tailhole, shivering with pleasure as he moved it at a slow and calm pace, fighting back the urge to go all out on that deliciously tight opening and giving Po time to adjust.

He knew that the panda was adjusting just fine as he heard his gasps and whimpers be replaced with bleating and moaning. Those were, as he learned that night, the sounds a panda made when he was feeling pleasure.

Soon, however, that slow pace was not enough for the panda. His tailhole ached with need even more than his dick. So, the panda was soon asking, with a shaky voice:

“M-more...”

He looked over his shoulder.

“P-Pan... H-Harder... Please...”

The panda’s voice was dripping with need. And Pan Wukong was only happy to deliver to the panda’s request.

The panda moaned and bleated even louder. Behind him, Pan joined with his own moans and growls of pleasure. And, amidst those animalistic sounds, Po was still able to croak out words.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

Each time Pan heard one of those words, he obliged, giving the panda what he was asking for, and causing the moans to become even louder.

Minutes passed, and the following of Po’s requests led to Pan’s hips moving in a blur. The cacophony of noises into that room now had a rhythmic, fast-paced sound of *plap-plap-plap* as the hips of the two lovers collided roughly.

“P-Pan... Pan... Pan! Ohhhhhh, PaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAn!”

Po moaned as if he was dying, and the ape behind him could only growl, his hips now moving nearly as if they had a mind of their own, sending his gorilla dick in and out of Po’s ass hard as their balls collided with each other with each thrust.

What faces he was making? Pan wanted to look and see.

That was why he stopped for a moment and, by grasping Po’s side, he made the panda flip. His dick did not leave the panda’s tailhole, as he made Po pass a leg over and then finished repositioning himself. He was towering over Po, with the ursine laying on his back as Pan resumed fucking him.

Po moaned loudly as his legs were in the air, his fee pointed at the ceiling as Pan drove his dick down on his tailhole with wild abandon. He grasped Po’s wrists, pinning the panda down as he continued to breed him. Drops of sweat fell from his face into the panda’s, who looked up at him with a dazed expression of pleasure, his mouth open and his tongue lolled out.

“P-P-Pan...” Po moaned, before letting out a helpless bleat like that of a newborn baby lamb. It was the cutest sound Pan heard on his life, and it made the simian lose control.

He dove for Po’s mouth, their lips colliding and their tongues touching as they surrendered themselves to the feeling. His hips were a blur as he drove his dick in and out of Po’s ass extremely fast.

So fast that it was starting to become painful for the panda.

With a moan, Po managed to somehow flip them both. Now Pan was the one laying on his back on the bed, with Po on top of him. The panda looked at him for a few moments, and then the simian’s hands went to the panda’s hip, and he made them move.

Po followed suit and started to move his hips according to the movements of his lover’s strong hands. Po let out loud moans as he bounced on Pan’s lap, fucking himself on his dick while the Simian Prince thrust upwards to meet with his up-and-down movements.

Po’s hands landed on Pan’s, which were on his hips, and then they managed to grasp those two hands. Their fingers intertwined as the two of them continued with their sinfully sacred act. The sounds of their love filled the bedroom as they continued to moan each other’s names in pure ecstasy.

Then, it came.

Po bleated loudly and Pan let out a primal simian call as they came at the same time. Their balls both contracted as they released their contents, euphoria passing filling the two as they released. Po could feel himself being filled to the brim as his lover unleashed his pent-up seed deep into the panda’s bowels.

Nothing would happen as a result, as Po was not a female and he could not get pregnant. However, feeling himself being filled to the brim by his lover did brought the then Dragon Warrior with a feeling of elation and warm. A feeling of fulfilment. As if he had achieved something great. Something wonderful.

To bring his lover the ultimate joy and satisfaction, and to share this beautiful feeling with him.

And to share they did, as their orgasms lasted nearly the same amount of time. And then, as they subsided, all that was left was a feeling of tenderness. The soft warmth of the leftover embers of a fire that now passed from the panda to the hybrid ape, and that they both shared even as Po dropped on top of Pan, laying immobile on his chest for a few minutes.

Then, once he could move again, he lifted his head to look at Pan’s eyes. He looked back at the panda’s green orbs. They didn’t say anything. Words were not needed. Instead, Po leaned forward and kissed him again, and Pan tenderly returned his kiss.

After this, the two naked lovers got comfy on the bed. Po rested his head on the simian’s massive chest, hearing the beating of his powerful heart and feeling his strong muscles as he adjusted himself and got ready to sleep. Meanwhile, Pan put his arms around the panda, pulling him even closer, snuggling him as if he was his favorite childhood toy.

As they both fell into the land of slumber, Pan Wukong and Po Ping had serene, content smiles on their muzzles.

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“Here we are.” Pan said as he stopped the floating cloud. He was close to the ground and Po jumped off it as he could easily see his Valley in the distance. Just a few kilometers away, not that long of a walk.

Once more, he thanked Pan for the lift.

“You sure you don’t want to tag along with me for a while?” Pan offered once more. “Seriously, there is a festival far West from here with some food you would love.”

It was a tempting offer, but Po refused. He had been away from home for weeks now, and he needed to get back and see how everyone was going. From the others of the Jade Palace to his dads. He promised he would be back to tell his story to them, after all, and he was sure his dads had prepared a special promotion to celebrate.

Pan heard the panda and he nodded, albeit with a sad expression.

“I see... in that case, I want you to have something.”

As he said that, he reached for his left wrist, pulling out the item he had in there, a golden cuff decorated with sapphires and rubies, and handed it to the panda. Po’s eyes widened.

“Your bracelet? But... your mother made those for you!”

“Yes, she did. Both of them.” Pan said, taking the panda’s hand. “And I want you to have one.”

Po was not able to protest as Pan slid the bracelet past the panda’s hand. Once it settled on his wrist, it changed its size magically to fit the panda perfectly.

“It is a gift for you.” The Simian Prince said, “So you will remember me. So you will always have something of mine to remember our time together. You proved to me your memory is not the best, and I don’t want you to forget me.”

He smiled at the panda, who looked up at him after admiring the beautiful bejeweled band he now had on his wrist.

“Be sure to take good care of it, okay? I hope you can show me it is still in good condition when we meet again.”

Po looked at him, as Pan leaned forward and gave the panda a kiss to the cheek.

This caused the Dragon Warrior to blush.

“Goodbye, Po. I love you.” Pan said, and Po looked at him with surprise for a moment, before saying:

“I love you too, Pan. I will never forget you.”

This was all they could say in a moment like that. The bare minimum. Neither of them was too go with long goodbyes. They were not sure if they would be able to keep themselves from crying if they stretched it for too long.

“And don’t forget to talk to your dad when you meet him!” Po shouted at the simian king as he flew away on his golden cloud, leaving the panda standing on top of the hill on the edge of the Valley, looking at him departing form until he was too far for the black and white warrior to see him clearly.

“Bye, Pan...” Po said softly, a sad smile on his face, his hand caressing the band on his wrist, before he turned back and started his walk back to the Valley, where another hero’s welcome waited for him.

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“Now [i]that[/i] was a party!” Zhen said as she and Po made their way up the stairs of the Jade Palace. “Told you I could pull out an amazing Moon Festival celebration!”

“Yeah, you totally did.” Po said with a smile as he and his apprentice, the new Dragon Warrior, made their way back home. “But I am not sure if Shifu liked much of what you brought to the party.”

“Well, he was the only one.” Th vixen said. “Everyone else [i]loved[/i] the show. Especially the kids.”

Yeah, Po had to admit they did. Everyone had been a little surprised with what Zhen had planned. Shocked, even. However, it turned out to be an amazing thing to bring into the party, and it certainly made everyone quite happy, despite Shifu’s disapproval of Zhen having brought a former clan of deadly assassins turned performers as entertainment.

“Everyone deserves a chance to turn over a new leaf. You taught me that, master.” Zhen said to Po as she smiled. “Just you wait to see what I have planned for the Winter Festival.”

“I just hope it doesn’t give Shifu that heart attack he keeps saying he will have one day because of you.” Po was half-joking, half-being serious with at last commentary, despite laughing about it alongside the fox.

“Hey, Po?” The Dragon Warrior talked to her master. “I have been meaning to ask, what is with that bracelet?”

Po looked at her, and he knew she was referring to the golden, sapphire and ruby incrusted band on his left wrist.

“I saw you wearing it in festivals and the Lunar New Year. It is nice. Looks expensive too.” Zhen mentioned. “Seriously, if I knew you had something like that when I first came to the Jade Palace, I would definitely have tried stealing it.”

Zhen spoke very casually about her past as a thief, and Po only looked back at the band.

“Oh, yeah, this.” He said as he looked at it. “Yeah, I only wear it in special occasions. Not good flashing something so fancy all the time. It was a gift from Pan.”

“Pan?” Zhen asked, and Po clarified:

“Pan Wukong.”

“The Monkey King’s son?”

Po nodded.

“He gave me this after dropping me off on the Valley after our adventure.” Po said, “He wanted me to have something to remember it by. Told me to take good care of it... and I have.”

Po looked at the band on his wrist. There was a look of fondness on his eyes as he looked at the item that glowed with a light of its own, as if multiplying the natural light of the moon and stars on the gemstones around its rim.

Zhen looked at the way that her master looked at the bracelet, and she immediately understood what it was about.

She could only smile at Po, nodding and saying that it was a very beautiful bracelet, and Po could only agree.

He continued to look at it as they made their way up the steps in direction to the Jade Palace. All the while letting all memories associated with it, with the one who gave it to him, to come to his mind.

Their meeting, their fights, their tribulations, their struggles, the laughs and moments they shared, and the final night they had together before parting ways.

All of those were dear to Po, and the panda truly hoped that one day he and the Simian Prince would cross their paths once more. Until then, Po would hold on to this bracelet, keeping it as one of his most precious possessions and treasuring all the beloved memories if brought him.