Exploration




It was an unasuming weekend like any other at your friend’s house.  The two of you had just finished romping around in the grass filled backyard.  Variois childish toys laid strewn about the green that you’d eventually have to lend some assistance with putting away later, but such long term thinking would beyond you.  Afterall you had only just started first grade. 


“Deryk! Lunch is ready!” Your friend’s mother had hollard from inside the house.  After all your playing around since practically the start of the day, you were both famished at this point.  With an eager look towards your white and black furred panda friend, you quickly scurried to your feet and made your way inside.


“Goodness!  The two of you are completely filthy.  Looks like the two of you were getting busy.” She commented with a chuckle as she took a cursory glance over both you and your friend’s dirt laden fur and grass stained clothes.  


Seeing the carefree response you giggled and noded back eagerly, sitting down at the table next to your friend as the two of you devoured the mama panda’s lovingly prepared PB&J sandwhiches.  


After some time had passed at the table filled with the sounds of two cubs eagerly tearing into their food and some idle small chat between the mama panda and your friend, you looked ready to head back out into the yard.  With a silent glance at your panda friend, the two of you quietly wriggled out under the table and crept your way back to the sliding glass leading back outside.  As you reached for the handle you felt the back of your cartoon printed teeshirt beind pulled up by the neck. 

“Oh no, you two are in need of a bath.  Your parents would kill me if I sent you back in this state.” the mama panda said as she held the two boys by the scruff of their shirts.  


“Aww mama… pweese?” your panda friend begged only for the two of you to be helplessly dragged across the carpet by your shirts.  Despite being so soft and cuddly looking, pandas were still bears at the end of the day and this mama wasn’t going get an inch to either of you. 


“The two of you can play AFTER I get your clothes washed.  Now get undressed and hop in the tub, I’ll be back with some towels.” She instructed with a cheerful tone as she bent over the side of the tub and turned the knob of the water valve.  With her paw hovering under the stream she waited for it to reach an adaquate tempurature for young cubs like yourself.  Satisfied with the feeling of the water, she plugged the drain and made her way out to fetch some towels for the both of you. 


Not much time had passed after she left as you and your friend had stripped down to your underwear.  Your panda friend had a bit more of himself than you did as you looked down and saw his adorable bamboo print boxers hugging his waistline, a bit of his chubby muffin top draping over the hem of the undergarmets.  “H-hey… dun look.” the little softspoken panda squeaked as he noticed your attention below the belt. “Sorry! Cute prints though.” You commented before respectfully turning your focus to the slowly filling tub so he wouldn’t feel as pressured.


With your focus elsewhere you looked down at your own underwear out of idle self-inspection.  Nestled in your front was the outline of your pointed flaccid glans, the white cotton of your tighty whities leaving nothing up to the imagination about your circumcised form as it clung to your anatomy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to you. Having been taken under the knife all but a scant few hours after being born, this modified genitalia of yours was your normal and from the small handful of other boys you’ve seen over your shortly lived life, you had no reason to suspect anyone could be different. 


The soft thud of some fresh towels could be heard as the mama panda tossed the linens on lid of the now closed toilet. Reaching over she twisted the knob of the water valve and shut it off, enough water having filled the tub to give you and your body shy panda friend enough to fill up your necks respectively.  With the flick of a switch near the exit of the bathroom, mama panda turned to the two of you as she began to close the door as the whirr of the ventilation fan hummed above.  “You two boys behave, I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” she gently cooed to her little panda as she left you and the panda to your privacy.


Taking the initiative, you began to bend over as your paws sunk into the elastic of your snug underwear as you quickly pulled them down and kicked them across the tile flooring.  Standing back up, your little acorn shaped nub bounced around, it’s once healthy shiny pink a now pale and dry version of it’s self – keratinized and cracked over the years of friction and exposure to the elements.  Running down from your glans and past your purple rimmed corona was a relatively generous outstretcheing of similarly pale pink inner skin, the scar of your circumcision resting at around half way down your scar.  The mark that branded your member was quite uniform and circular, the product of a clamp of some kind with a few inperfections here and there at the hand of the doctor responsible for removing your once protective layer.  A form that you were used to the most of your life, but something absolutely foreign to your staring panda friend. 


From one moment to the next, you stepped over the edge of the tub and sat down with a pleasant sigh as the warm water curled around your body and rose all the way up to your neck.  Leaning back you closed your eyes and spread your legs out in the tub leaving plenty of room for your chubby panda friend to sink in.  


Taking your temporary distraction and indulgance of the water as an opportunity, the sounds of rustling and grunting could be heard from your panda friend as wiggled out of his underwear and slowly slid into the tub. 


“Was wondering when you’d get in.” You teased.  A shy whimper came from the panda in response, both of his white and black furred paws tightly covering his privates as he stared at your modified member.  


With your legs spread apart, all of your alterations were on full display in the reflections of the water.  The paleness of your dry cracked glans reddening in the wamth of the water, little air bubbles clinging to the grooves in your glans marking where the doctor had once used a probe to forcefully seperate your foreskin from it’s natural adherence to your glans. The front of your glans closed nearly shut from all the friction you’ve subjected it to as a few errant air bubbles clung to it’s opening.  As you relaxed the warmth of the water had returned some color to that rim of your helmet, the once dark purple fading into a warmer pinkish red as you finally started to notice your friend’s rather focused gaze.


“You good? It’s just my thingy… we all gots them.” You  reassured your distracted friend.


“Different…” the panda droned with a tone of shock and bewilderment.


“Different? Wuddaya mean?” The panda shyly shook his head as he sloshed the water around.
“Aww c’mon.  I showed you mine.  What’s so different about it? C’mon show!” You nudged, your curiosity piqued about what had the panda so dsitraught over something that seemed completely normal to you. 


After a few more nudges and prods, eventually the panda relented to your request. “Fine...I’ll show…” he replied before slowly moving his paws from between his thick legs to behind his back giving you quite the shocking and bewilding view of something entirely different than yourself.


Blinking a few times, you sat there stunned as you took in the details of your friend’s completely foreign looking penis.  “N-no kidding… it is different…” you gasped as you continued staring.  Looking between your friend’s legs you saw some similar features to that of your own, both being of roughly the same shape and length but with your friend’s having a peculiar length of skin covering where his glans was supposed to be.  This odd looking wrinkly patch of skin continued past the outline of his snugly wrapped glans and hung off the end for a few centimeters before growing narrower until it ended with a tightly puckered rounded opening.  Tilting your head with curiosity you inspected the opening of this odd looking skin tube, seeing the skin protrude and bunch inside the rounded opening like that of a rose bud.  Truly it was an odd and peculiar looking penis to your innocent mind, never seeing one left as nature intended.


The panda boy stirred around uncomfortably as you intensely looked at his soft natural boy bits, an embarassed blush grower ever so brighter as the young panda felt himself being practically put on a pedestal by your attention.  “Y-you done?” The little chubby one asked.  


“Yeah.  Yours looks really weird.  Like a worm!” You exclaimed as the panda’s face started to turn red.  


“Wha?! No it dun... it’s just normal looking.  Yours looks like a dried out mushroom.  Hmpf.” The panda responded defensively before swaying his arms to splash your face with a big wave of water.


Giggling, you couldn’t help but splash back as the two of you fell into a giggle fit of a splash fight.  “Wormy peepee” and “Shroomie head” were exhcanged between childish giggles as the two of splashed about with innocent playful laughter getting both soaked from ear nub to tail tip.  


Calming down from the little splash fight and play wrestling in the tub, the two of you sat back down with some soft giggles and happy sighs.  As your breaths began to stabilize, you found yourself looking at your friend’s penis again and him yours.  


“Hey Deryk?”


“Yeah?”

“Sorry about calling your thingy weird.  I jus never seen one look like that before.” You apologized with a look of guilt and ear nubs folded back.

“It’s okay...” The panda said with a somber sigh.  “Yours is the normal here. Beside me I only sawed one other boy with one like mine.  Mama and daddy came from a different land and there mines the normal one.”  The panda began to shift around again as he began to look a bit saddened.  “I guess this is the first one of mine you’ve seen?”

“Yeah! I didn’t know they looked so different.  Can I touch it?” You asked with big interested eyes and paws hovering around Deryk’s thighs.