The Thigh of the Tiger

“Again.”

“But Tigress—”

“AGAIN.” The female barely raised her voice, but it was clear that she was irritated, judging from the way her tail lashed back and forth behind her. “We both know that your grappling skills need work — we’re not leaving until I see some actual progress from you.”

Po’s shoulders sagged. “But we’ve been here for hours!”

“One hour,” the tiger muttered under her breath.

The panda male didn’t seem to notice. “I’m exhausted — I need a nap.” Po collapsed onto his butt with an exhausted WHUMP. “And a bowl of noodles. Ooh, or maybe a bed MADE of noodles! That way, I could sleep AND eat at the same time!”

Tigress sighed, rubbing her temples. “Okay, look…I’ll make you a deal. If you can grapple me well enough to get me on the ground, we’ll call it quits for today. Okay?”

Po frowned. “I dunno,” he whined, reluctantly climbing back to his feet. “That still sounds pretty hard.”

The female growled at him. “Are you kidding me? You’re the DRAGON WARRIOR, you have to at least TRY—”

But she was suddenly cut off mid-sentence as Po sprung towards her.

A sneak attack! Tigress’s eyes went wide in surprise, but thankfully her own extensive kung-fu training kicked in. The female slid one footpaw backwards for balance, leaning forwards and bracing herself as several hundred pounds of panda barreled into her at full speed. The impact almost knocked her over, but the female dug in her heels and managed to stand her ground, pushing back with equal force.

Po reached out to grab one of her arms, but she batted his paw aside, dodging his attempt to grapple. The panda tried a few more grabs in a row, but Tigress managed to slip away from each one…that is, until—

“Eep!”

Po tried to grab the female by the shoulder…but when she tried to squirm away, his paw instead landed on her left breast, his thumb rubbing right against her cloth-covered nipple. Tigress froze for a split second, surprised by the intimate touch.

Po seemed to realize what he had grabbed, judging from the blush that immediately covered his face…and the tent that immediately appeared in his pants. Still, the male didn’t pause. Instead he grasped the tiger’s hip in his other paw, then twisted his whole body, attempting to wrestle his opponent to the ground.

Again, Tigress tried to slip out of the hold, but Po had a strong grip on the waist of her black silk pants. As the female pivoted her hips, the fabric of her pants tore wide open, exposing the lacy pair of black underwear that she wore underneath. The tiger squeaked in shock — and then Po finished dragging her to the ground, slamming her down on her back and pinning her beneath his own weight.

The panda straddled her body, trying to pin his opponent before she could wriggle free. “HaHA!” Po laughed in triumph…and then realized that he was still groping his friend’s tit. He quickly moved his hand to her shoulder instead, still blushing. “I-I did it! I grappled you to the ground!”

Tigress was stunned for a moment. How could Po have moved so quickly? How could she have let her guard down? And what was the stiff thing pressed against her stomach?

The stiff thing twitched, and Tigress’s eyes went wide in realization. Then the rage kicked in.

“Did you just GRAB MY BOOB,” she growled through her teeth, “TEAR MY PANTS OFF, and then PRESS YOUR DICK AGAINST ME?!”

“Uh…” Po looked down, only just realizing that he had ripped the female’s pants in half. “I didn’t mean to…uh…I’m sorry!” He looked up at her sheepishly, but his boner — still pressed against the female’s stomach — gave an appreciative THROB. “Your, uh, your panties look very cute, though. I like the little hearts!”

That was enough. Tigress was mad — though it was hard to say whether it was because of Po’s erection, or because Po had genuinely bested her in combat. Either way, the panda was going to pay.

The female’s voice was low and angry. “Well if you’re going to use grappling practice as an excuse to fight dirty,” she threatened, “then I’M going to fight dirty TOO!”

WHUMP.

Tigress’s knee came up fast and hard — hard enough to break a wooden board in two. It connected directly with the two dangling panda-makers that hung between Po’s legs.

The male’s jaw dropped in shock. “Wha—?”

WHUMP.

Tigress slammed a second knee up into Po’s nutsac, even harder than the first one. Her first blow had helped her to narrow down the exact location of each of his tender gonads, so now she could target a single testicle, doubling the impact by focusing all her nut-crushing force on a single orb. For many men, that would have been enough to turn a nut into peanut butter — but to Po’s credit, his spud survived the blow. Still, there was an audible CRUNCH as his nutmeat was forced to rearrange itself around her kneecap, his fat left sphere flattening into a pancake against the unyielding bone of his pelvis.

Po went cross-eyed. “Guhhhhh,” he warbled, his voice lilting into the soprano.

WHUMP.

Just to even things out, Tigress slammed another knee into Po’s other ball — again, hard enough to halfstrate most men, but somehow Po’s plump cum-tank managed to stay intact. Not that that provided much comfort to the panda male, who let out a squeak of agony as the contents of his right nut were utterly scrambled. The impact was so forceful that it knocked his still-hard dick out the front of his pants, his stiff length glistening with a few drops of precum that had been freshly kneed out of his ‘nads.

“My BALLS,” Po finally managed to mewl. Unable to support his own weight any longer, the male collapsed on top of Tigress, twitching in agony. Unfortunately, that meant that he collapsed directly on top of an angry tigress, burying his muzzle directly between her breasts. The panda moaned into her cleavage, his exposed cock giving another hard twitch against the female.

Tigress’s anger flared even hotter. “Get your FACE,” she roared, “out of my TITS!”

Po was too comatose to even process her words. “Mff BFLLFS,” he repeated, shuddering and shaking on top of the female.

The female grit her teeth and lowered her knee. “Get your FACE—”

WHUMP!
SQUISH!

“—out—”

WHUMP!
SQUISH!

“—of—”

WHUMP!
SQUELCH!

“—my—”

WHUMP!
SQUISH!

“—TITS!!!”

WHUMP!
SQUICK!

Po’s wordless moan of agony lilted higher with each blow, until he was squeaking in an agonized soprano. With each blow, his testicles were pounded further and further out of shape, his two fat plums reshaping themselves around Tigress’s knee in a desperate attempt to stay intact. He struggled to plant his paws and push himself off of the enraged female, but each time that Tigress’s leg thundered back up between his legs, he would sink back down with a squeal, his muzzle still planted squarely in her chest. His exposed dick continued to rub against her, giving increasingly desperate throbs with each blow.

Tigress continued to grind her bare thigh up into Po’s groin. She focused on his flattened right ball, feeling the poor orb squirm against her leg as it struggled to survive. “I asked you to take this seriously,” she reminded her student sharply, ignoring his gasps and squeals. “Grappling practice is NOT an excuse for you to feel me up, any more than kickboxing practice is an excuse for me to kick your balls into your throat.” She dug her knee in for emphasis, pushing up against the panda’s testicle until it quivered under the strain.

The poor orb had just about reached its limit — and in a last-ditch effort to relieve some of the terrible pressure, the panda’s spunk-filled nugget decided to jettison its contents. Po’s cock throbbed once, twice…and then fired a thick blast of cum onto the bare fur of Tigress’s stomach. The male gave a wounded mewl as his dick fired off several hot white ropes of panda spunk, trying to spread his genes before his spunk-makers suffered any more permanent damage.

Tigress recoiled in disgust. “What the—…SERIOUSLY?!” The female gave a mighty shove and pushed the big panda off of herself, rolling his twitching body to the side. Angrily she climbed to her feet, wiping a paw through the cum on her abdomen and hastily rubbing it off on what was left of her tattered pants. She glared down at Po. “This is GROSS!”

Po croaked in agony, shaking and rolling onto his back. In the struggle, his own pants had wound up halfway down his thighs, leaving his cock and balls exposed to the fuming female.

The tigress narrowed her eyes. “I’m tired of you not taking your lessons seriously.” She had already punished the panda quite a bit, but she decided to finish her retaliatory ballbusting session with one last blow, just to make sure her point was perfectly clear to her disrespectful pupil. “So I hope you learn a lesson from this—!”

STOMP!

Po let out his highest squeal yet as Tigress’s bare footpaw came crashing down between his legs, scrambling his genetic material one final time. As his swollen balls were crushed into the dirt, one nut managed to slip free, squirting between two of the female’s toes and escaping the worst of the impact. But his other nut—

CRUNCH!

—his other nut was not so lucky. Trapped in place, the traumatized orb buckled under the intense pressure, permanently squashed out of shape. One more messy splurt of semen exploded from the tip of Po’s dick, covering the better part of his own chest. Po’s eyes shot wide open from the agony of a cracked nut, but he only managed to gasp a quiet “eep!” before he shuddered and mercifully passed out.

Tigress blinked a few times in surprise…then carefully withdrew her footpaw. Something underneath her toes had felt a bit off. The female looked down at Po’s battered ballsac and was surprised to find that his left ‘nad was now noticeably flatter than the right one. Cautiously she gave the flattened ball a poke with her toe, causing the panda’s whole body to twitch in reply.

“Uh…hm.” The big cat bit her lip, blushing. Sure, Po had just been a horny asshole, and he definitely deserved a good kick in the nuts, but she hadn’t meant to BREAK anything. The male’s left ball was still there in some form, but from the look of things, she was pretty sure she had just permanently lowered the guy’s sperm count. At the very least, he would be walking with a limp for weeks.

She felt bad, but well, the damage was done. What could she do now?

“Why don’t you rest up, and I’ll, uh…I’ll go get you some noodles,” she told the unconscious panda, wincing apologetically. “And uh…and a couple of ice packs, too.”