CHAPTER THREE

“You ready, puppy?” 
“I… guess?” 
Randal sure didn’t feel ready. Despite him and Taffy having been the ones to lay their cards on the table, this was one game in which he sure didn’t feel ready to ‘roll for initiative’. 
Was it exciting, being so close to a fluffy, flirty and lovably chubby panda? Absolutely! 
Was it nervewracking, knowing he had big shoes to fill and only the experience of one woman under his belt with which to approach this challenge? Terribly.

“Well, lets’ get going, get that top off and lets’ party!” Cocoa joked, as she sat by his side on the edge of the bed. 
“O-Ohh, okay!” Randal said, doing as asked by starting to peel his top up and off his chest.
“Woah there sport, uh, I was joking!”
“Oh, hahaha, sorry!” 
“No, you know what, that was my bad. I shouldn’t mess you around like that. This is all just pretty new to me too, is all.” 
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, Cocoa, honest.” Randal reassured her. It was sweet… but almost contradicted, ironically enough, by the fact that he was still sat there topless. 
Cocoa gulped. 
“Uh, no, I’m fine. It’s… fine” She said, with the brakes suddenly put on her jovial attitude thanks to her getting a full frontal look at the collie’s cute, fluffy, toned chest. 
“Oh, um, right! Sorry, I work like this a lot anyway, so I’m pretty used to going around without a shirt.” 
“Nah, that’s cool.” Cocoa chirped, recapturing her sense of flirty friendliness. “Geez, Taffy sure is lucky.” She added. 
“Oh gosh… Thanks, I guess...” Randal laughed nervously, scratching his scalp and averting his gaze. Not to mention tucking his legs together a little tighter where he sat. It wasn’t as if it was the first time he’d received a compliment from a lady - although most physical compliments he’d gotten had only come from Taffy - but the unspoken context of what they were together to do, at least in theory, meant that any advances Cocoa might have made just brought Randal’s heartrate up drastically. So when Cocoa reached out to gently palm his bare chest, affectionately stroking his fuzz, he couldn’t help but shudder. 

“Ooh, easy fido.” Cocoa smirked. She shuffled around the face him directly, giving him a half-embrace as her other arm wrapped around his hip. “Is this, okay?” 
“N-No… I mean yes! I mean it’s fine, well not just fine, I…” He tripped over his own words, not knowing where to put them, or his focus, or his hands. At this proximity, just like earlier that evening, he could have spied right down Cocoa’s shirt to her ample cleavage. But unlike earlier, this time it seemed like she wanted him to look.
“That feel nice?” She whispered, dabbing and brushing liberally, up and down.
“Y-Yeah…” He sighed, relaxing slightly, eyes shut. It really did feel good. She was quick to discover the right ways to trace his pecs and abs, and work along the grain of his chest fur. It gave him some spine-rippling tingles that caused his breaths to shorten. He could smell her perfume. Sweet, peachy and fresh. But still, he didn’t want to come on too strong, or ogle her too abjectly…

“You can look if you want. Sorry I’m uh, not as big as Taffy though, heheh…” 
Randal’s eyes opened again, only to go wide dead quick, when he saw that Cocoa had lifted her top up, exposing her black bra, and the rest of her chest and tummy.

He looked her in the eyes and made the first syllable of a retort, to earnestly ask if it was okay, but the expression painted over Cocoa’s face stopped him. She looked like a stray pet, eager for affection from a passing stranger. Like a child shyly awaiting praise from a parent. Like a candidate in a job interview, trying to balance their nerves and concentration but not come across too strong. 

In other words, he could read her like a book, in that moment. She had the shallow smile of a lover putting on a brave face despite how new and awkward it felt, for her to be with him and not Graham. But even though she knew, as did he, that they were held accountable to no-one but themselves here, there was still the budding fire of erotic curiosity behind her smile, motivating her to push past those barriers for the sake of a mutually enjoyable payoff. For her own sake, and that of her lover and friends. 
Cocoa was putting the effort in, Randal realised at that moment, to take some initiative and show a little passionate confidence, as new to her as all of this was. He supposed, after all, that she and Graham were no seasoned pros at this; they just sometimes fooled around with another mutual friend after all. 
On that basis, Randal reasoned with newfound confidence thanks to Cocoa’s guidance, it was only fair that he at least meet her halfway. 

So instead of sputtering out a request for reassurance, he started to give her as good as she was sweet enough to give him. 

Randal hugged her around the waist in one arm, 
“O-Ohh, hello…!”
Cupped her cheek in the other, 
“R-Randal…?” 
Gently drifted his eyes shut,
“Oh geez…” 
And pressed his lips to hers. 
“Mmmm…” 

Cocoa mashed her palms into his chest. The kiss was short, sweet and supple. Unseen to Randal, she too closed her eyes, and her tiny panda tail gave a shudder. Her toes curled, clenching together, and she shuffled her butt closer to him, until her hip was nudging at his. 
Then, she chose to call and raise his gambit, by peeking her tongue out and lapping it at his lips. 
A raise that he called in kind, by opening his lips, smoothing both his hands up and down the small of her back, and letting his own tongue slither into her maw to play. 

From that point on, the magic of the moment took hold of them, and there was nowhere to go but straight on, gaining speed.

Cocoa wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tight. 
Randal growled into her throat, passionate and elongated. 
Cocoa turned her head slightly, twisting into the kiss to deepen it further. 
Randal slid his hands back down to her waistline, and snuck them under her top, starting to ease it up her back further.
“Mmmn-ohhh!” Cocoa sang, pressing herself closer still to him, enough for her bra-clad breasts to squish against his bare chest. 
“Rrrrhhh…” Randal gutturally exhaled, teeth nibbling the tip of her tongue as he shuffled her simple white tee up to crinkle around her armpits.
Cocoa lifted her arms, wordlessly and completely consenting to him peeling the top off, which he promptly did, their kiss breaking just for the second or two it took for the garment to pass her head, then he tossed it aside. 

It was then that Cocoa threw her arms over his shoulders, their kiss having now completely evolved into a french-kissing makeout session. The force of her face assaulting his sent him ‘accidentally’ toppling onto his back, where they bounced down to the sheets, both utterly unfazed given how passionately they continued swapping saliva. 
Seconds later, he’d unclasped her bra from the back - an act she’d later go on to compliment him on the speed of later on that evening - and had shuffled it down from her shoulders too. 
Only now, did Cocoa break the kiss and show a little hesitancy. 
“L-Let me…” She said, slipping one arm out of her bra and then the other, slowly and carefully. She sat upright on Randal, the collie catching his breath yet still gazing at her longingly. With one arm pressed to her bust to obscure her breasts and her gaze shooting off to the pillows by their side, she let her bra drop to the sheets. 
“This… okay?” She breathed, her chest heavily rising and falling as she started to shyly reveal her breasts to him. Her nipples were pert already, sitting at the peaks of her generous bust.
“Oh, Cocoa…” He groaned, his expression soft and his smile sweet. “You’re beautiful.” 
“Gawd, sh-shuddup…” She muttered. 
“Really.” He cupped her by the cheek again. She mustered up the bravery to meet his eyes. “You’re, uh, really hot.” 
She couldn’t help but laugh. 
“This is still super weird, y’know.” 
“Yeah it is!” He chuckled back. “But, nothing wrong with weird.” 
“Hah, true there.” She retorted, her hands starting to tickle their way down his navel, closer to the dip of his pelvis. “How about we get even weirder, then?” 
“Ready when you are.” He teased, hands relaxing by his sides to let her explore him further. His expression only grew more sultry as she ventured towards his most ‘sensitive’ region. 
“Gawd, Randal, where’s all this coming from, geez…” She sighed. It looked to Randal like this was the first time in a long time that the flirty panda had someone call her bluff. 
“You can call me Rannie, if you want.” He added, daring to add fuel to the fire. 
“Ohoh, you naughty boy.” She sizzled out, thumbing his jeans down, and his boxers along with them. 

The cool bedroom air brought a slight tingle to Randal’s bare legs, but that was far from being where his focus was directed, not once Cocoa had wriggled the rest of his clothing off, making it just a crumpled mess on the bedroom floor, leaving him naked in the company of a grown woman, only the second in his adult life that could have boasted having seen him this way. 
“Woah…” 
And by the sounds of things she was quite taken with the view. 
“Heh, is this… okay?” Randal offered, unsure what else to say, not that that statement itself made much sense either. But his mind was too throttled and scattered for him to be to suave. 
“Damn, Rannie.” Cocoa remarked, drinking all of him in. “Impressive…”
“Uh, thanks…” Randal whimpered, feeling a little bit like a prime cut of meat being inspected and admired. He tucked his thighs together a little, but that only served to accidentally emphasise his rapidly hardening member even more. He was a good size - or so he had come to believe from his limited experience - with his shaft and balls the same cloudy white as the rest of his front, slightly thicker around the middle of the shaft. Taffy wasn’t one for the more spicy flavours of pillow talk, but what he’d gleaned from her so far was that she was a big fan of what he was sporting, biased though she was. 

The good thing about being laid bare before her was that their foreplay so far had meant Cocoa was getting a very strong first impression of what he had to offer. The bad thing was that he just couldn’t help it. It was exciting, but was it too exciting?

His thoughts boiled. He wanted to ask her not to stare so hard, but he didn’t want to be rude, or ruin the rhythm they’d managed to keep up so well already. Or was it better for him to show a bit more confidence, maybe make a little tease of his own, like, ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’? No, that would be harsh. And confusing! What does that phrase even mean?! But he had to say something, maybe reposition himself or offer to take her pants down? No, who -offers- that, it’s not a buffet! Even if she did look delicious. Okay that would definitely be bad to say! But how else- 

-his mind got blindsided out of its’ introspective chaos by the feeling of Cocoa’s cheek nuzzling his cock. 
“Ah!” 
“Oh, you like that?” 
“Y-Yes!” 
Thus Randal learned that sometimes, the less said the better. 

With his eyes shut and hands gripping the sheets beneath like he was strapped into a rollercoaster, Cocoa was free to take the reins. She gingerly pressed her left palm upon his right thigh, and shuffled her body down until she was laid on her front, legs just about dangling off the foot of the bed. Her right hand meanwhile traced his length gently, inspecting with ceaseless curiosity. It was after all the only penis she’d seen after getting with Graham, a thought that brought a thimble of a laugh to her lips as her fingers gripped him and began to stroke. 

“Let me know what you need.” Cocoa whispered. 
“Mmhmm.” Randal muttered, in no position to argue. 

She took a more earnest grip around him, her wrist guiding her motions, aided by the slight slickness that had gathered on and around his manhood already from the way his tip drooled, warming and moistening her fingers in a way that made her giggle.

Again her cheek nudged against his shaft, and again Randal’s breathing grew shakier, and he howled out a loud note of pleasure. 
“Well now if you like that…” Cocoa purred, letting her words naturally fade out as she leaned in to glimpse his cock with a slight lick, dragging up with just the tip of her tongue, nice and slow. 
“O-Ohh Cocoa!” Randal sang. 

That was all the motivation Cocoa needed to take things further. Her fingers tickled down to his base, keeping him steady as she began to swirl her tongue in circles around his tip. With eyes drifting shut she caressed the soft fuzz around his hip, thinking in the back of her mind how handsomely his pelvic muscles accentuated his genitals, while the crux of her thoughts were focused on the taste of his pre. He tasted not dissimilar to Graham, but somehow he was… sweeter? If that was even possible. 

Chalking it up to one of the great unsolvable mysteries of life, Cocoa instead pressed her lips to him and started taking him into her mouth. 

“Ahh! Oh yeah…” Randal gasped, then melted into the sheets. His right hand found her cheek, not so much to push her down as to coax her on, at her own pace. As if Cocoa wasn’t already bobbing and tugging, and before long, taking most of his shaft down her throat. 

She wondered if Taffy had even done this with him, yet. Surely, she thought, even if the pink haired maiden seemed too much of a sweetheart at a glance to abscond from anything but plain old ‘missionary’. Yet Taffy sure had proven already that day that she was full of surprises, and Randal didn’t seem such a spring chicken that the very act of her sucking his cock was a great new discovery. 

Almost a shame, she thought while brushing some hair away from her fringe to better gaze up at him as she slurped up and down; it was a priceless thing, seeing a guy discover the pleasure of fellatio for the first time. Que sera sera. 

“Nnngh, Cocoa…” He mused, as quietly as a sleeptalker, but as husky as a wolf. He sunk his hand up to her hair, applying a slight amount more force as his hips rolled with her motions. 
“Mmmmmm.” She moaned, with vibrations along her tongue that were strong enough for him to feel right up the underside whenever she brushed past the crown. She picked up pace, gulping each time she took him deep down her throat, fingers really tracing the roots of his fur as she feasted away. 

She still knew she had control, yet he was undulating his hips and curling fingers through her hair so playfully and enthusiastically, it made her want to take him deeper, make him moan out louder, express his pleasure in more explicit ways. Not that she thought he didn’t enjoy it; she just wanted to know how much he liked it. 

She pulled her lips back to the tip, with this in mind, and took to grasping and jerking his shaft within her fingers instead. Her lips pursed, tongue flicked at the underside, and she gazed up at him with smouldering eyes. 
“Ahh, o-ohhh god!” 
Now that was more like it. Now that she’d gotten the reaction she was after, she didn’t stop there. With her hand working vigorously up and down his lubricated shaft, her head dipping and rising by small degrees, and her hungry moans serving as the backing track, Cocoa worked him over until-

“Okayokayokay hold on time out time out!” 
Cocoa pulled off abruptly, ceasing all contact with his twitching member like it was a bomb primed to explode. 
“What? What’s wrong?!” she asked with wide eyes, looking worried and stiff as a board.
“N-Nothing, hahaha, just wow, uh…” Randal sheepishly panted. “Did you… want me to finish already?” 
“...Oh, right. I guess not, hahaha…” 
Over the course of a few more moments of nervous laughter, Cocoa wiped her mouth and chin and shuffled into a kneeling position, while Randal gingerly eased himself into sitting upright.
“But wow… you’re good at that…”
“Yeah, I know.” Cocoa postured, a smirk hiding the snag of insecurity she’d had about her talents until the last minute of her service. 

“So how about I repay you?” He added, swooping in to suddenly take her by the hand and cheek, before she had even realised he’d gotten a second wind. 
“Ohh, how’s that?” Cocoa said… or started to say at least, even though Randal was already guiding her up to the headboard of the bed, letting her sit against it comfortably. 

First, his lips pecked her own in a fresh kiss, so suddenly she wondered if he even realised she probably still tasted like him. But even if he had noticed, Randal didn’t seem to care, not with how he was slowly and deliberately smooching his way down her neck, then collarbone, then down to her breasts. 

She’d expected him to dig right in to her plump boobs, and he did, but not without a gentle caress of her warm flesh from underneath first, lifting and cupping before his tongue lapped around the areola to snare up a tasty, perky mouthful of Cocoa’s nipple. 

“Ohhh…” Cocoa breathed, sharply, feeling her heartbeat start to wander up to her throat as she felt him groping and suckling away, on one breast then the other. Randal didn’t linger there too long so as to bore her, though she still savoured the feeling of his physical worship of her breasts, head leaning back and panting in sighs of satisfaction. Randal’s firm nibbling teeth chewed at her nips with just the right level of force to make her clench and catch a sharp breath in the back of her throat. She didn’t stop him from continuing his little expedition down her body, though what he did next, surprised her. 

“Heehee… your belly is cute.” 
Sure enough, he was nuzzling her paunch, fingers tickling her waist and hips. 
She didn’t even know what to say to that, if anything. Bashfulness wasn’t quite the emotion, but neither was shame… it was strange but not unwelcome, feeling the collie bury his face into her navel and give a little vibration that rippled over her flesh. 
“Nnnh…”
She pressed her hands to her own bust, squeezing and teasing herself further, taking more excitement from it than she’d ever thought such a simple act would coax out. And when his hands began tucking into her jeans to unbutton them from the tip and undo the fly, without him even letting up from her belly, her excitement skyrocketed. 

“H-Hurry up…” She rushed the words out, following the heat of the moment. 
“As you wish.” Randal growled. Cocoa wondered in the back of her mind whether a ‘milady’ was a second away. She wondered if she’d have to kick him out of the bed if the dorky dog even tried a gag like that. But thankfully, he left it at that. 

Before her excitement could be summarily killed off thanks to her somehow thinking about memes now of all times, he’d followed her hasty request and tugged her jeans down her thighs, and her underwear with them. 

Randal wasted no further time with pillow talk. He let his actions speak for themselves, by kneading both palms up and down her thighs slowly and deliberately like a practiced masseuse, and kissing his way from her inner thighs, to her mound, to her pussy itself. 

If the two of them found it ‘weird’ before, then this was just plain freaky, Cocoa thought as she laid there very much bare under Randal’s tongue. He seemed to pause a moment; was he having reservations about all of this? She couldn’t blame him if so; it would be a bit of a letdown to get this worked up for nothing, but it wasn’t worth putting him and Taffy into a painfully awkward situation they just weren’t comfortable with. 
“Hey, you okay down the-”
Randal’s lapping tongue quickly blasted any worries she had away. 
“AHH!” 

She shouldn’t have been surprised - all the evidence was already there. She knew he had a big appetite; his tongue was broad and his canine jaws strong; and what little Taffy had mentioned in passing about their bedroom antics, had always hinted that he had some level of natural oral capability. 

Yet when her doggy boytoy’s tongue firmly and moistly rubbed between her folds, loving all over her clitoral hood and prodding with precise pressure just far enough inside her folds to make her lose her breath, Cocoa was stuck wide eyed and clear-headed. 
He was really fucking good at this. 

“UNH! R-RANNIE! Don’t stop!” She whimpered, hands clutching his scalp harder than he’d held her down there while she had had her turn. 
Randal acted like no force short of armageddon could have stopped him anyway. His tongue lashed up and down, easing firmly and frequently between her labia but never pushing too far in. He tickled her clit, once or twice at first, then went back in for longer pushes against that sensitive love button of hers. All the while his hands gripped her around the waist, straying to her ass while he was at it to get a good squeeze of her soft plush panda booty. 

Cocoa allowed him to grab her, grope her, hold her tight, whatever he liked. In her mind, with how quickly and completely he was working her up towards a quaking orgasm, he’d more than earned the right. 

“HHaaaah ohfuckfuckfuck yes right there harder please harderrrrr…!” Cocoa moaned out in one long desperate breath. 
He obliged quickly, lips wrapping around her clit and suckling, prodding, lashing away relentlessly. Cocoa realised she was breaking their own previous established agreement of neither of them ‘popping’ too fast, but she just couldn’t help it. 

Besides which, when she cracked an eye open amidst her breathless pleasure, she saw his tail wagging furiously behind him while he worked her up to the climax, complimenting his continued commitment to eating her pussy like a man possessed. It looked like he was happy to oblige. 

Taking this evidence into account, Cocoa tossed her head back, eyes shut tight once more as Randal moved a couple of fingers to her pussy lips and squirmed them inside, eased by the generous moisture gathered all around her sex by now. 
“Ohh GAWD~!”
She didn’t have a choice in the matter. She was going to cum -now-. And Randal was ready for it. 
“AH! HAH! AAH!” 
Her nerves tingled, her pussy clenched... 
“Pulloutpulloutpullout!” 
And when Randal retracted his fingers and left her poor tender clit alone so she could cum herself crazy, he even signed off his handiwork with a hand rubbing along the front of her pelvic muscles, massaging at just the right place to coax the rest of the ecstasy out of her. 

Cocoa wracked a fist through her own scalp, gasping at the mercy of the waves of passion that rippled out from her core, and slowly, gradually, trickled out in strength until she was left a limp mess upon the sheets, her hair already bedraggled and chest heaving to replace her oxygen levels desperately.

“Oh… god…” 
“You okay?” 

No sooner had Randal laid on his side right next to her, than did Cocoa immerse his lips in a hot kiss. He reciprocated with all the rightful pride that a man who’d just made a newfound lover cum her brains out would be justified in having, hand in hand with her as she mellowed out once again. 
“Where… the hell… you learn that?” she panted. “And don’t lie, I know Taffy didn’t teach you.” 
They laughed in unison, as he rested his forehead against hers. 
“I dunno, honestly! Just kinda always had a big appetite, I guess!” 
“Ugh, corny little…” Cocoa deflated, though she still rolled onto her side and snuggled him nice and close, taking the opportunity to get a good squeeze on his cute two-toned behind. 

For a lingering length of time they simply laid there, cuddling, caressing and in Cocoa’s case, descending from her climax in warm, steamy satisfaction. Her chest rose and fell with each deep steadying breath, while Randal stroked her back and inquisitively thumbed through her show white hair, gently combing a few frazzled strands away from her fringe so they could stare eye to eye. It was a sweet moment in Cocoa’s eyes… though she couldn’t ignore a certain instantly recognisable sensation prodding at her navel that demanded attention as well.

“Alright mister ‘gourmand’, hope you’ve saved room for the main course.” 
Randal smiled and leaned in close to her ear, his voice growing husky as he felt her palm sneak around to gently stroke his cock.
“Woah, sure you’re okay to go again? You don’t have to worry about me if you’re tired.” 
“Hey, you of all people ought to know that when you date a bunny, you’ve gotta have a second wind ready, just to keep up.” 
“I guess that’s true…” Randal nervously laughed, prompting Cocoa to peck his lips sweetly, which served to not only focus his attention fully on her, but inject a little enthusiasm back into the puppy. 
“Rannie, please. We’re far past playing coy now. I know what I want, and I can feel how bad you want it too.”
He hugged her tighter. 
“I am in your capable hands.” 
“Yeah you are.” Cocoa said playfully, already beginning to guide him back over onto his back once again. “Maybe I’ve got a thing or two that I can teach you, too.” 

-

Cocoa took much less time than Randal did to her, in sliding down his front. With good reason, too. They could both sense it between them, a kind of blooming inherent knowledge of where they were going to end up. But first, she wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he'd given her. 

He was still fairly slick from before, but she gave him a few more licks and bobs of the head, while Randal sighed and let his whole body melt like butter under her tongue. Quickly though, she moved on from fellatio to her real goal, as soon as he was moist enough for what she had in mind. 

“Up we go.” 
She lifted her chest, hands raising both breasts from underneath, grazing up from Randal’s thighs until she could gently wrap them around his dick. 
“Woah…” Randal breathed, looking down to behold the sight of himself encased in bountiful white fluffy softness, almost as exciting at sight as it was delightful to feel. His eyes were wide, lips pursed, looking like an artist being inspired by a beautiful vista. 
“What, never had a titjob before?” Cocoa said, genuinely surprised. 
“Ah, n-no…” Randal gulped. 
“Awwwh, poor puppy.” She added with a playful giggle, already starting to rub and smear her chest up and down along every trace of his shaft. “Better take some notes then, Taffy's got some damn nice boobs herself, right?” 
“Uh-huh…” Randal shakily agreed.
Cocoa continued stroking and shuffling, though she felt a pang or pride along the way that she'd gotten a straight answer for once out of the usually reserved and gentlemanly canine, about his bunny beau. 

That, in turn, made her wonder loosely as to what she might've been up to at that moment with her own fiancé. Knowing them, she figured it was probably either going to go to one of two extremes; either they’d end up chickening out and having an innocent nerdy chat, or their sense of adventure would kick in, aided by the biological benefit of their matching species, and they were already making a headboard-shaped dent in the bedroom wall.

“A-Ahh, Cocoa!” Randal’s cute receptive yip of delight reminded her that as juicy as all of that imagery was, there would be plenty of time for storytelling later. Right now was the time to make a story of their own.

“Feels good, baby?” Cocoa teased, pressing her breasts more firmly around him after letting a thick strand of saliva trickle down and caress his tip as it emerged from her cleavage, keeping him nicely lubed as she sensually stroked him, all the way up and back down. With her forearms keeping her chest in place, she was able to rub up his hips and navel, even up to his pecs, remembering how he seemed to enjoy that before.

“Y-Yes!” Randal barked. His voice was sharp and his body was shivering. Sweat was trickling down his chiseled chest, and gathering upon her fingers. As he humped up into her titjob, he felt stiff and single mindedly eager to let loose.

Cocoa couldn’t help but grind her thighs together as she savoured the tasty view. But then she realised, there was no sense in letting history repeat itself, lest he blow his load too early. Besides which, by now she was feeling the heat once again, and she knew just how she wanted it. 

She let his shaft slip free abruptly. 
“Huh? Why’d... you…” Randal panted, each word a gasp, but before he could get any further, she’d climbed on top of him and held him in both hands by the cheeks, kissing him passionately, her body shuffling around until he could feel her warmth between her legs, while his boner took a breather while it could. 

He got the picture pretty quickly from there, moaning into her mouth with that talented broad tongue of his easily dominating hers, while he clapped both hands on her hips to make sure she was poised right at the tip. 

“Do it…” She slurred out as Randal snarled and chewed her bottom lip. He obliged immediately, all thoughts of his fiance a million miles away at that moment as he slid inside the only other woman he’d known in bed so far in his young life. 

“Ah! Y-Yeah…” 
“Oh Cocoa…” 

They started off slow and easy, not just to acclimatise to one another, but to not push Randal over the edge, as tantalisingly teased as he had been before. By the time she had inched her way down to the base, with countless sharp breathless moans shared between them as their eyes met and bodies fused together, there was nothing left to be said. 
No more teases, flirting, or subtlety was to be found between the panda and puppy. Nothing, not even their own spouses-to-be, could stop them from fucking like animals. 
So, they did. 

Cocoa’s hips lifted and fell, aided by Randal’s strong grasp on her doughy ass, their bodies starting to build up a steady, moist sound as they clapped together over and over. 
“Ah! Y-Yes!”
She was clenching him tight, savouring the little differences between him and Graham while he was inside her. Though she was in no position to write up a detailed review at that moment or to even recognise the small differences, she did knew that it was all good.
“Nnnnh. God…”
Randal was picking up the pace, slowly and steadily, his hands digging in tight to her love handles and taking full advantage of her soft, squishy, satisfying build. 

“Oh yeah that’s it… M-More…!” 
She held on tight, palms pressed on his shoulders, so focused on chasing more of the tantalising high that she wasn’t even able to keep her eyes open. Her mouth hung agape, her chest jiggling and bouncing lightly right before his eyes. 

Unseen to her, Randal hungrily ogled her chest, delighting in the view of the voluptuous beauty bouncing on his lap. But even that took second fiddle to the pleasurable sensations of her pussy grinding around his cock, her plush booty smacking off his thighs, and her hot and heavy breaths washing his upper body in intense waterfalls of sexy steam. 

“Oh fuck…” 
Randal swore, for the first time in their little tryst, while lifting his hips from the creasing sheets and creaking bed to pump inside her deeper still. Cocoa might have thought to tease him on his sudden ‘potty mouth’, if she wasn’t soon focused instead on laying down atop him, arms wrapped around his shoulders to hug him fiercely tight, lips mashed to his while he in turn took eager handfuls of her ass to match her passion levels. 

Whether it was her frantic french kiss, the fuzzy warmth of her juicy behind in his hands, or just the mounting passion of it all giving him the impulsive kick he needed to really let go, in the next moment Randal was rolling her over, onto her back. It was only a scant few seconds of readjusting, and when they’d gotten settled in again, there was nothing held back. 

Particularly not by Randal, who slid his hands back up to her hips themselves again, leaned back, and after planting his knees into the sheets, took control. 

“AH! Ohgodyesyesyes Rannie! F-Fuck me!” Cocoa screamed. She had her arms above her head, nails practically scraping off the wallpaper on the wall behind the bed as they made it rock back and forth like a lifeboat in a violent seastorm. She was arching her back, legs locked in for the ride around his hips, her expression as pleasured as her body was possessed by the thrill.

Randal barely made any noise himself, save for practically bestial grunts. His eyes were open but his mind was elsewhere, fully focused on pounding the panda to his liking. Even as drips of his sweat gathered on the sheets beneath, his tongue lolling out to aggressively pant above her face, he did nothing but absorb the view of her bouncing breasts, contorting expression and frazzled, wild hair framing it all. Even in the midst of their mutual, gathering climaxes, he never relented, seeming to only go harder, faster, and deeper. Eventually, and inevitably, without even having to be told the right ‘buttons to push’, he forced her into a climax. And she wasn’t subtle about it.

“OH GAWD! C-C-C-CUMMIN’...! RANNIE~!!” 

Cocoa sang out her ecstasy, while her toes curled, her body clenched up all over, heels punched at the small of Randal’s back, even soaking his groin in her juices as he fucked away, unabated. 

Her head thrashed, limbs twitched and her pussy clung to him tight, while his orgasm drew near too. By the time he was at the brink, she had barely even passed the peak of the wave, too distracted by the aftershocks to do anything but coax him on physically, with her hands tickling and stroking his chest fur, her motions feathery soft in contrast to the intense feelings below the waist. 

“Grrrrhh…!” He snarled, teeth clenched, eyes shut, hips jackhammering down. 
“D-Do it puppy…” Cocoa just about managed to breathe in her encroaching stupor. 
He didn’t let her down. 
“ARF!” He cried, letting his canine instincts well and truly take hold in a moment of goofy but understandable self-indulgence, as he pounded home balls deep once more and felt the release ripple through him. His balls hitched as he shot his load, more and more of it flooding Cocoa as deep as he could stuff her. 

“Ahhyeah…” Cocoa mumbled, one eyelid twitching as she panted with a dizzy smile, enjoying the subtle but satisfying warmth pumping inside her and trickling back out. 
Randal spent nearly twenty seconds straight like that, rigid and almost as stiff as a board, body curved like a bow as he filled her up. 

They lingered there together, frozen in place, for a massive moment longer, before Randal mellowed, muscle by muscle, until he was able to ease himself free and collapse at her side, their full body embrace soon replaced by a simple holding of hands, fingers interlaced, as they drank the afterglow in. 

There was silence, for a time, save for the ambience of their deep, hurried breaths. 
“So…” Randal muttered awkwardly. “...that’s one quest cleared…!” 
Cocoa looked at him in disbelief, then burst out laughing. 
“Such a fuckin’ nerd.” she sighed. 
“A nerd that rocked your world.” 
“Well…” She purred, rolling onto her side. “How’s about you grab us a glass of water, Mr ‘Beowoof’, then you can run another raid on my dungeon?” 
Randal grinned like a boy that’d just been offered an extra scoop of icecream on his cone. 
“ I am at your service, ma’am.” 

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