Po and Jessica: Man-Making

BY : Johnny Hung
Category: +G through L > Kung Fu Panda
Dragon prints: 2045
Disclaimer: We do not own nor make any money off of Kung Fu Panda, its characters, or its franchise. Even if we did, we sure as hell wouldn't be doing it like this.

"OHH FUCK!" 

Po sighed. The shouts from next door made his lips turn down. His eyes were tiredly glued to the screen as he tried to focus on the task at hand: Trying not to masturbate and actually getting some work done. "OOHHH FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT! I'M YOUR BITCH!" 

It was hard to do with his roommate. This was what? The third woman this week? Po redoubled his efforts on the computer screen. His hand moved his pen over the digital screen while his butt wiggled in his chair. "Just tune it out, Po. She'll get tired eventually." 

No, she wouldn't. 

Po had known his step-sister for going on 10 years. The women by the hundreds, the frequent sex nights, and the fact she ran her own line of bars, clubs, and strip joints didn't make things easier for Po. The panda looked around his blue walled room with shelved anime trinket and the posters of different video games he already beat. The piles of drawings were stashed under his neatly made bed. 

Aside from his sister, Po didn't really lead an exciting life. Nothing like his sister, he thought. Po sighed and returned to his digital drawing. "OHH FUCK MAKE CUM!" 

Po clutched the pen in his hand, gritting his teeth. "Screw it," he muttered as he got up, grabbed his earphones, and stormed out the room. He past the room making all the noise and walked into his apartment's kitchen and living room. The couch sat on the left while the kitchen and dining space were on the right; the door standing right in front of him. Many times, Po had thought about just running out the door and leaving everything behind. Would anyone miss him? 

Parents? Yeah, they would definitely miss him. 

Friends at work? Sure, they'd probably miss him doing their work for them. 

His sister? 

Po sighed. Surprisingly, the one person who was causing him the most trouble was also the reason why he stayed. His feet took him, instead, to the kitchen, feeling its cold touch on his fingers. He grabbed the pre-made rice and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV. He took a deep breath and sighed. The noise, though faint and soft, still stung his ears. Was this it? As the pictures on the screen turned to some old-time show he had seen many times before, his chest threatened to cave in on itself. "What am I doing with my life?" 

The silent room couldn't give him an answer. He didn't even eat the rice in front of him. He simply sat down and slept, letting a few tears escape his eyes. 

The next morning, he found the sun in his eyes. This was another reason why he slept on the couch often. It gave him enough time to wake up before his sister and move back into room. Po shook the light sleep from his eyes and marched back to his room, swaddled in the comforter of his bed. "Slept a little longer this time." 

Just then, his sister's door opened up. Po gulped. All the sleep evaporated from his eyes. His step-sister stepped out, stretching her furry black arms and body. She rubbed her bright blue eyes as her muzzle wrinkled again and again, yawning and stretching her canine mouth. "Oh, hey Jessica," Po smiled nervously. 

Her mouth moved but he couldn't hear her. "What? Oh! Right." Po removed his headphones. "Forgot I slept with these on. What did you say?" 

"Hehe, I said Hey," Jessica said. Po's step-sister was a black and white husky with a gorgeous figure. Two round full JJ cup breasts formed her front and smoothed into a slimming waistline. Her hips, wide and plump, opened up into a huge and broad ass that jiggled and wiggled every move she made. She stood shorter than Po by four inches and her thick thighs were warmly covered by a white towel she wrapped around her waist. 

Po rose his eyebrow. "What?" She asked. "Never seen me in a towel?" 

"You... you're either wearing a pair of pants, a skirt, or... nothing at all." 

"I wear thongs." 

"Yeah, ball-hugger thongs." 

The husky shrugged with a cheeky wink. "I don't like clothes. Sue me. Besides," she said, tapping his nose. "I like teasing you." Po blushed. 

His sister had one feature that made her different from the rest. She was a Futa. Meaning she was a woman with a fully functional vagina AND penis. And hers was huge. Bigger than most. Po sighed, "Anyway, why are you up so early?" 

Jessica furrowed her eyebrows. "Since when did you start tracking my sleep?" 

"I'm sorry. It's not like I've been living with you for three years." 

Jessica rolled her eyes. "I heard something. Thought it was you having fun without me." 

Po shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "Wait what?" 

"Haha, I'm just kidding, Po," she said, casually walking behind him. "You need to relax. You've been working too much." 

"I have to." 

"You don't." 

"I don't like using our folks' stuff." 

"Doesn't mean you can't sleep with someone and just dick them down, dude," Jessica said as she massaged his shoulders. "Relax, you worry waayy too much. Stress isn't good for you, you know." 

"Ha, ha." 

"You know," Jessica smirked. "I'm more than happy to-" 

"No, I'm not... sharing the sack with one of your girls," Po groaned. 

"Hmph, you're no fun," Jessica pouted. The panda felt the air change. Jessica suddenly pressed her body against Po's back, gently rubbing against him. The towel was the only thing separating their furs. "But if you don't want to fuck someone, I'm more than happy to-" 

"No, no no no no no no," Po jumped away from his sister. "I hate it when you tease me like that." 

"Not my fault you're so jumpy. Besides, you're cute when you're flustered." 

The panda blushed brighter and frowned. "Ugh, I have work to do." 

"Po just relax and let loose." 

"I can't, okay!" 

Jessica sighed, "Alright, alright. Don't kill yourself with work, got it?" 

"No promises," Po replied, turning back to his door. 

Smack! 

"Yipe! Jessica!" Po yelped, rubbing his behind. 

"Hehe, see you around, Po." The canine waltzed straight into the bathroom, leaving a grumbling panda behind. 

Po and Jessica's parents were wealthy investors, and they carried the business as well. While Jessica managed a string of bars around the city, Po worked at a graphics design studio where he animated, though he usually worked remote. As the panda focused on his work, he couldn't get his mind off of Jessica's words. "She's been saying that more and more lately. Gahe! What am I thinking! This isn't some weird porno with my step-sister. Ugh," Po shivered the thought away and continued working. 

As noon came, Po felt his stomach roar for food and decided to get some food from the local deli. Grabbing a shirt and jeans, he walked out the apartment, down the busy street, and right over to the deli; Po usually walked around the house bareback. He chose an outdoor seat. It was sunny and warm. The street was filled with cars, tourists, and sparse trees underneath the shadows of skyscrapers. "Thank you," Po said to the cute waitress. The snow leopard gave a small smile and continued working. Po looked on at the snow leopard and sighed. "I'm such a loser," He muttered to himself. "Jess can pick up girls like money off the streets but I'm stuck to jerking off in my bedroom." 

He stared into his cup of hot chocolate with small sprinkles. The reflection staring back, sad and forlorn, reminded him of what he was like. "Ugh, I'm such a loser." 

"I wouldn't say that," said a voice. Po looked up and widened his eyes. 

"Tai-Lung?" 

"Hey, Po," Smiled a big formally dressed snow leopard. "It's good to see you." 

"Uh... it is?" Po asked. Tai-Lung had been the meanest bully to Po in high school. "I mean it is! Uh... what are you doing here?" 

"My wife found this place and recommended it," Tai-Lung said. "Do you mind if I sit down with you?" 

"No, no, of course not." Po replied. As the snow leopard sat, Po's eyes danced all over the world. "So... uh... um... how are you... doing?" 

Tai-Lung smiled warmly, "Po it's okay. I get it. I'm sure you didn't expect to see me after high school. I'm sorry for everything." 

"It's okay," Po waved it off. 

"No, it's not," Tai-Lung said firmly, sighing, "What I did was horrible, and I shouldn't have picked on you so much." 

"Heheh, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?" Po chuckled nervously. Tai-Lung didn't. "Uh... so... how are things with you?" 

"It's okay. Being an office boy is a bit boring but I get to spend time with Mina." 

"Mina? Wait, that panda girl? You're married to a panda?!" 

Tai-Lung rose his eyebrow. "Why are you so shocked?" 

"You said you'd never date a fat-" 

"Right, right," He quickly hushed the panda. "Right. Well, I was wrong. Really, really wrong. And I'm sorry if what I said made you feel... I'm sorry That what I said made you feel inferior." 

Po stared for a moment, blinking quietly to himself as he finally shrugged. "It's alright. You weren't totally wrong." 

Tai-Lung's eyes focused on Po's frown. "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing, nothing. Just... stupid stuff." 

"Like?" 

"Not feeling... adequate, but it's fine." Tai-Lung leaned forward on the table. 

"Po," He said heavily, "If there's something wrong, you should tell someone." 

"Thanks, but I already have a therapist," Po joked. 

"I'm serious. If this is because of what I've said-" 

"It's not. Actually, I forgot all about what you said," Po sighed. "It's just... ugh I shouldn't be telling you this. It's... my sister." 

"You-... oh... Jessica," The snow leopard looked around, nervously fixing his tie. "Is she around?" 

"No," Po chuckled, "She's not. She's probably back at my place." Then he smirked. "By the way, how are your... uh... tenders doing?" 

Tai-Lung rubbed the back of his head. "Uh... well after she hit them with that bat." He shivered at the memory. "Anyway, let's not talk about that." 

"Why not?" 

"It hurts," Tai-Lung grumbled. Po couldn't help laughing. "It's not funny!" 

"I'm sorry hahaha I'm sorry, you're right. It's not funny," Po finally calmed down. "But yeah. It's about her." 

"What about her?" 

"It's just..." Po thought for a moment and shook his head. "Never mind. It's nothing. I'm just being silly." 

"Because you feel like you're not man enough around your sister?" Po's eyes went wide. "You're not the only one that goes through that fear on a daily basis." 

"Why does it feel like it?" 

"Have you talked with anyone about this?" 

"No." 

"That's probably why," Tai-Lung said. Po frowned more and looked at his reflection in the hot chocolate. "Hey, it's fine." 

"No, it's not. I'm... I'm jealous of my sister and I feel like I'm going crazy! All because she's screwing around women left and right and I'm stuck in my little life with my hand, jerking to-" 

"Po!" Tai-Lung shouted. The sounds of cars and people reentered Po's ears. Thankfully, no one was looking at him. "I understand your frustration, but you might want to remember where you are right now." 

"Sorry," Po sighed. "What am I going to do? I can't just leave her." 

"Why not?" Tai-Lung asked. "She doesn't need to know the reason why you're moving out. Plus, you can lie." 

"I don't want to move out. I want to be okay with... with..." 

"With what?" 

"Myself! I want to be okay with myself. I... I don't want to feel like a... a..." 

"A cuckold?" Po's head shot up. "Yeah, I can relate to that. That's how I lost my first girlfriend." 

"Oh. I'm sorry," Po said. Tai-Lung shrugged as the waitress brought him a cup of water. "What happened? I mean, if you're okay with telling me. Actually, if you don't want to-" 

"It's okay Po," Tai-Lung chuckled. "I think it'll help you if I told you." He sipped his water and sighed in satisfaction. "I was young and out of high school. I was worried. Beneath all the bravado I was afraid that something like that would happen. That I would be up stood. So, I worked out. Got to the point that I was probably big enough to do pro body lifting." 

Po looked the snow leopard over. He did look like he worked out a bunch. His white dress shirt threatened to burst at the slightest flex of his bulky arm. 

"Then I met this woman. Mind you, I was still a player back then." 

"As usual," Po smirked. Tai-Lung rolled his eyes and sipped his cup again. 

"Anyway, She was the one. The one I thought I'd lay down and never move again." Tai-Lung sighed as he looked out on the cars passing by. "Then she left me for a rabbit." 

"A rabbit?" Po jumped at the words. "What was she?" 

"A gazelle. Said that she wanted something new and exciting," He looked at his hands. "It was at that moment I realized I was dealing with another player." 

"A... playette?" 

Tai-Lung chuckled. "Yes, a playette. But I tell that story because I want to show you that... it's not the man that is likely to steal your girlfriend. It's the woman who just... chooses someone else." 

"Why?" Po asked, looking again at his reflection. "Why?" 

"Different reasons. For both men and women, it's roughly the same. For most it's neglect, others it's ambition. You got some jerks that basically use others. But I guess your fear is still what if you're not good enough." 

"Yeah," Po sighed heavily. 

"Po," Tai-Lung said slowly. "If you're not good enough for yourself, you're never gonna be good enough for anyone else. So you get a lovely woman that get raptured up by some spunky person-" 

"Or Jessica," Po muttered. He clamped his lips and covered his mouth. "Oopps! I wasn't supposed to say that!" Tai-Lung's eyes widened, but he said nothing. For a moment.

"I see," Tai-Lung continued, "So you're that worried about your sister." Po hung his head. "It's okay, Po. Jealousy comes in different ways. I was jealous of you in high school, you know?" 

"Really? Why? I was a chubby little kid." 

"But you had a good heart. And you still do." 

Po rolled his eyes. "I'd rather have a bold figure like other guys." 

"Don't compare yourself to other people. It's like comparing apples with oranges. They're both fruit, but they're totally different," Tai-Lung said. 

"Still," Po sighed, looking at his arms. "Animation isn't really the most workout-y job." 

"Then why don't you join a gym if you want to lose weight." 

"Eh, I don't really want to waste people's time," Po sighed. 

Tai-Lung rose his eyebrow. "So... you want to look good for other people but you also don't want to waste other people's time by trying to look good." 

Po blinked several times. "Well, when you put it like that it sounds stupid." 

"Because it is. I get having a trainer, but-" the snow leopard stopped for a moment. "Po, no amount of training is gonna fix self-esteem. People who look on the outward appearance only like you for your looks. You're gonna have to be enough for yourself before anyone else." Po hung his head and sighed again. "But hey, you don't get that way overnight. It takes practice," he said as he got back up. 

"How did you do it?" 

"Just keep reminding myself that no one cares in the end. If you're true to yourself, that's great and people will go to that. If you're not, then people will go to whatever façade you made of yourself. Ultimately, no one can change the fact you're a man but you. No one can do anything to take away your masculinity except if you let them. Let me ask you, what would you do if you had the confidence Jessica had?" 

"Ha! I would ask for a raise or get a higher paying job. Ask a bunch of girls out and..." He trailed off as realization slowly crept in. 

"So what's stopping you?" Tai-Lung smirked. 

"Fear of failing," Po sighed 

"What happens if you fail?" Po rose his head. "You still have a roof over your head. Parents, sister. If you fail, you fail. It's not the end of the world. They're nothing to be afraid of. Like I said, your faults and failures only have the amount of power you give them. I mean, what would you do if you had the same fears your sister had?" 

"I... I wouldn't be afraid of them. Huh." 

"Something to think about," Tai-Lung placed his money on the table. "It's on me. Thanks for the talk." 

"Thanks! Uh... thanks," Po waved the snow leopard goodbye as he sat down, staring at his empty cup. 

Suddenly, the cash started fluttering in the wind. "No, no, no!" Po jumped out of his seat and caught it, but crashed into the waitress, tumbling on top of her. "Ooops! Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to-" 

"It's okay," the snow leopard patted herself with a rag. "That's why we wear aprons." 

"Hehe," Po nervously chuckled. He awkwardly gave her the cash. "Uh... here this is my... friend's payment. And mine." 

"Thank you." 

"Um... excuse me," Po ventured. "What is your name? I always come here and I never got to know you." Po's heart pounded in his chest. He never did this in his life. So brazenly. 

"My name is Song." 

"Nice to meet you, Song," Po said with a cheesy goofy grin. The snow leopard giggled. She had an easy nature to her stance, leaning on one leg then the other. She was short, came to the bottom of Po's chest, but slightly plump, more in the waist and hips than in the chest. Probably BB cup from the look of it, but her breasts were still a handful and followed her pleasant slightly bottom-heavy shape. She was nothing like the girls that his sister picked up, but that was part of the beauty. "Sorry for making a mess." 

"It's okay. Really. It's just water." 

Po reached into his pocket and gave her a fifty-dollar bill. "For the mess." 

"Oh, no, Po. It's fine." 

"How do you know my name?" 

"I just do. You come here often," Song said with a shrug. 

"Well please, take this. From me," Po smiled. The snow leopard smiled back and took the money. "Thank you for the drinks, Song." 

"Anytime, Po." The waitress walked back. Po walked out of the deli, turned the corner, and gasped, clutching his chest. 

"What the hell was that?! Did I actually... that worked! Wow!" Po looked at his shivering hand, but he couldn't tell if it was excitement or just jitters. "That was...Awesome! HA! Hmm. I wonder if I can do this more often. Hehe. Wow." Po stood still and looked at himself. "You know, I wonder if I can't fix me up some more." The panda smiled and walked on.

 



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