An erotic story set in the not-so-far future

It was a warm day in late spring in he year 2034. Karen
Ball had just gotten off work from her job as an
artificial intelligence programmer for the huge North Am
CRYSTAL HOLOGRAPHIC CO. It was 4 p.m. and she had a date
that was so exciting that she could hardly contain her
eagerness.

If the people she worked with knew whom she had a date
WITH, she MIGHT be in danger of losing her job, but that
was all, there was nothing ILLEGAL in what she was going
to do, and she hoped that someday MOST people would come
around to her way of thinking that many others
nevertheless shared.

In fact she had several close friends that had enjoyed
these special ‘dates’ and after hearing their erotic and
sometimes rather wild and fantastic accounts of what they
had experienced, she just KNEW that she would never be
completely satisfied until she had tried one, also. Her
friend Becky had arranged this date for her, and now she
was almost at the address that had been given her. Her
date’s name was Bruce Pong, and he was a ‘hybrid’ cross
between a Giant Panda and a man!

This was her first time trying something like this, but
deep inside her she had a wonderful warm feeling as she
entered the front door of the apartment building, that it
would not be her last! She climbed a flight of stairs
until finally she was at apartment C-33.

Nervously, as her trembling finger slowly reached to push
the door buzzer, thoughts flashed through her head as to
how such a wonderful thing as a Panda-Man could come to
be. It had really all begun back in the late 1990’s when
a millionaire Biologist/Geneticist named Prof. Russell
had, at the age of 60, secluded himself for several years
on a small tropical island that he owned. He did not
appreciate visitors, and never left the place until he
died of heart failure in the early 2000’s, having had all
his supplies flown in. And strange supplies they were,
indeed, any and all sorts of laboratory equipment and
machinery and components and wild animals!

No one could really figure out what the old Professor was
really up to as he toiled long days on his island,
running from one booby-trapped and electric-fence guarded
compound to another at odd times, as reported by casual
boaters who often wondered at his strange behavior. Some
thought he was dangerous, others thought his mind had
snapped.

But no one really guessed the truth, and as he was
stationed in International waters and nothing that he had
ordered delivered to the island was considered to be any
real kind of threat to anyone, people left the man that
some called ‘Old Looney’ pretty much alone, if for no
other reason than the heavily-fortified fortress-like
aspect of the place that he had set up to keep people
away from whatever he was doing.

Oh, there were times that he radioed to the mainland for
hired help to do construction work and other things that
he was unable to do himself, but even they were allowed
access to only a small part of his compound, and as soon
as the work was done, he sent them back, their pay sent
directly into their account back home from his Swiss
bank.

The people who worked for him did say that, although
extremely odd and fiercely protective of most buildings
on his island, he did seem to be a nice old man, and no
one ever said that he was not generous when it came time
to pay them, so no one really minded doing work for him.
Anyway, one day after the turn of the new century, all of
the radio links that Prof. Russell used to occasionally
keep in touch with the mainland suddenly began beaming
out a strong S.O.S. on many frequencies, interfering with
normal radio communication. Unable to contact Dr. Russell
and almost sure that something was wrong, a rescue team
was sent to his island.

Upon arriving, they found that all of the power had been
shut off to the high-voltage electric fencing, electronic
locks, and booby-traps surrounding his compound, but not
to the interior of the buildings themselves, so it didn’t
take them too long to get into his encampment.

They found Russell on the floor of the first building,
hand clutching his chest, radio control panel in his
other hand, the long coiled cord snaking up to the main
unit. On the wall they noticed that the main switch on
the island’s electronic defense panel had been turned
off, probably by Russell himself.

But why? If he did not want anyone on the island while he
lived, why would he want to make it easy for strangers to
get on it after he had died? Was there something here
that he felt needed to be found quickly? One man touched
Russell’s body. It was already cold. However, upon
feeling his chest, the man opened Russell’s shirt and
noticed that he had a small flat foil packet taped to his
chest. It contained a note.

The note read, in part: “If you are reading this note, it
probably means that I am dead. I have labored many long
years on a project that I hope will bring harmony, peace,
and unity to mankind. We have been in the ‘space age’ for
over half a century and despite the billions upon
billions of dollars spent on probes, telescopes, radio
antennas, and other things, there has so far not been one
shred of evidence to show that life exists anywhere else
in the cosmos.

“I believe that it does, but it is currently beyond our
means to detect or contact such life. In the centuries to
come, when we have the capabilities to reach other stars,
I feel that we will find much life, but also discover
that INTELLIGENT life such as we consider such will be
exceedingly rare. I have sensed for a long time the
disappointment coming from our failure to find other
intelligence, and have felt the great longing and
loneliness that humans feel in being the only true
intelligent species on Earth.

“We can freely communicate with each other, it seems, but
not with anything else. I have worked hard to change all
that, to give mankind friends in intelligence and future
companions who will keep him from falling into the
boredom and stagnation that loneliness can bring. Please
search the other buildings immediately, and take care of
and raise my children. God bless you.”

“My Children”, the medical team wondered. What the devil?
Professor Russell never married. He HAD no children!
Nevertheless, as they began to search the other
buildings, they soon discovered what Dr. Russell had been
doing. And the next morning it was making headlines all
over the world.

Inside were large cages and…. playpens, containing what
appeared to be animals but most of them with the shape
and form of young bipedal human children of two or three
years, fur-covered bodies notwithstanding! Many were
crying a strange yowl that was something of a cross
between a baby’s cry and a puppy’s whine. There were
dozens, of all types and descriptions! The team was
standing around in utter astonishment at the way the
situation was already when a ‘child’ that somehow
resembled a wolfish creature reached for one of the
female team members through the netting of his playpen
and SPOKE, ‘hungwy. pweese, bottle.’ She fainted.

After an ‘inventory’ was taken, it was found that there
were 8 ‘children’ who had wolfish characteristics,
actually they appeared ‘human’ in body proportions only,
and resembled nothing else so much as young Werewolves.
There were 17 who looked, apart from their humanoid form,
exactly like black-and-white giant pandas! Then 6 were
found who resembled black-and-brown bear cubs, and 22
others whose apparent identity was not exactly
immediately certain.

They all ended up being shipped back to the United
States, which took immediate jurisdiction, and a fierce
legal battle ensued for many years over ownership of them
and the legal rights, if any, that they had. Other
countries wanted them. Scientists wanted to study or
dissect them.

A few, narrow-minded individuals thought that they should
be destroyed, or made slaves. But after being in the
custody of researchers for a while, it soon became
apparent that these young ‘animal-kids’ were at LEAST as
intelligent as fully human children of a similar
physiological age, and were much stronger in most cases.
they were soon learning to read, write, spell, even
create things as good as, or in some instances, BETTER
than a human could do.

It was soon decided that, given the gentle behavior they
showed, so unlike the animals some of them resembled, and
their great intelligence and learning ability, that they
should be given the full rights and privileges of any
fully-human citizen, and that anything less would be
cruel and inhuman. That was the start, nearly 14 years
ago.

Many of the Professor’s ‘children’ it was found, reached
full Adult body maturity in as little as 7 or 8 years,
longer than it would take a ‘pure’ animal to do but
shorter than the time it takes a human. Whether they
would have a full human lifetime would not be known for
many years, but one Doctor gave most of them possible
life spans reaching into the late 50’s, AT LEAST.

It appeared that Russell had managed to create most of
his ‘family’ by microscopically combining living DNA code
from two different species, and then growing the embryo
in tank like artificial wombs and also using other, pure
animal species as surrogate mothers. Since the DNA (and
RNA) of any species is simply molecular code, it can be
extracted from the cell of one kind and parts of it
‘spliced’ into the living egg cell of another species,
without any danger or fear of rejection.

In fact, the egg cell not only accepts the strange code
as part of itself, but actually thinks it has been
fertilized when this splicing has been done and begins to
grow! Russell had apparently used human eggs he had
obtained.

The male cells did not necessarily have to be sperm, all
Russell needed was the genetic code contained within any
living cell from an animal’s body., to combine with the
egg. He had apparently exhaustively studied the maps of
the millions of human gene bits compiled in the 1990’s
and had a thorough knowledge of what traits the most
important ones were for. Some were for the color of eyes
or hair, while other gene bits were responsible, if
inherited, for disorders such as leukemia or hemophilia.

Still others apparently did nothing. What Russell had
done was to make his own genetic-bit code maps of the
animal species whose cells he was using, and using
scanning microscopy and micro-lasers, had eliminated the
animal traits that he found undesirable, such as those
for undue aggressiveness, and spliced the remaining
genetic material into the human DNA traits that he
wanted, such as those coded bits representing the
potential for high intelligence, upright stature, large
brain size, and other items.

It probably took him dozens of failed attempts for each
egg cell that he finally succeeded in getting to grow and
divide, but up until the day he died, he never gave up
trying.

And the surprises were still not over. It was never
learned exactly how, for example, Russell had managed to
obtain some live body cells from a Giant Panda, but it
was speculated that a fellow scientist stationed in China
or one of the world’s major zoos had a hand in helping
him obtain them.

It was clear that of all the creations he had worked on
so far, Russell was most proud of his Panda-people, not
only because they were most beautiful of form and
pleasing to the eye, but because they seemed to show the
most potential for adaptability into the planet’s family
of man.

Of all of the genetically mutated life forms removed from
the island, almost all showed at least human-level
intelligence potential, although it must be remembered
that this was human-type intelligence as interpreted by
the thought-processes of another species! It could not be
expected to be identical, but was instead a kind of
intelligence all to its own, and no one could ever be
sure what the end result would be.

After removal from the island to the mainland, 2 of the
Panda-human children died, plus a few from the other
species types, of some unknown malady. it was rumored
that some religious fanatic poisoned them, but this has
never been proven. Another surprise awaited when the pure
animal females of different types—bears, wolves, and
others—were removed from the island and found to have
been already impregnated with embryos as surrogate
mothers. They began to give birth several weeks to a few
months later, and this added 4 new Panda-people to the
population, among 12 of other gene-types.

As they grew, due to their gene-selected gentle nature
and high intelligence and eagerness to learn, the Animal-
children were allowed to mix and play with human children
of their own general weight-range. There were a few non-
serious accidents, mainly because the animal-children
were surprised to find that their human playmates were so
much weaker and more easily injured than they were.

It was not at all uncommon to see kids and non-kids
playing together on a playground, or the ‘weird’ kids
being invited over to their friend’s house for dinner.
And someone thought of giving these geneomorphs average
American first names, and last names relating to their
background in some way… as in the case of Bruce Pong,
who was one of the original 17 Panda-kids!

One final surprise came in the last few years when it was
learned that some of the animal-people of the same mixed
species type had managed to impregnate each other. Far
from being sterile, these were not ‘hybrids’ at all, but
an entirely new genetic variation or race of creatures
that were fertile! Russell had done his work well. And it
was found out that when the mothers gave birth, the
babies were true to form to their parents…. no freaks,
throwbacks, or deformities. the world had indeed been
given not one, but several races of non-human friends
with which to associate and grow with.

Many of them, especially the Panda-people, had no trouble
finding jobs to support themselves or places to live,
mostly due to their celebrity status. many were paid
handsomely just to visit a clinic a few times every week
and let doctors and scientists do studies and lectures on
them. And, surprising as it may seem, at least the Panda-
people had inherited something else from their human-
spliced genes…. a year-round intense sexual drive.

This had been rumored at for some years as the growing
pandas were caught at least several times playing
‘doctor’ with their human friends…as ordinary human
kids will sometimes do. But it really became apparent two
years ago when a couple of the 19 adult Panda-people were
known to have made an ‘underground’ pornographic movie,
with humans.

Such things were not illegal in 2014, but it was
something that was not ever mentioned in ‘proper’
society, hence the ‘underground’ status of the movies.
Nobody was really sure, anyway, exactly WHICH Panda-
people were in the movies, because to most humans they
all looked almost exactly alike!. But as all these
thoughts flashed through her head in only an instant,
Karen realized that that was then and this was here and
now! She pressed the button and heard a buzz.

A few seconds later she could hear the stepping of heavy
padded feet and the door began to open, and she found
herself looking into the face of what for all the world
appeared to be the face of a Giant Panda like you see in
the zoo, except that this one was a bit over two meters
tall and standing upright, wearing a bathrobe!

“Hello?” he spoke in a strange and mellow, pleasant non-
human voice. She was looking down at the floor where he
was standing at what she thought were black house
slippers of some kind that he was wearing, until she
realized that she was looking at his real, furry feet!
“You must be Karen,” he then said. “Won’t you please come
in? I think you’re very pretty.”

Blushing as she entered his apartment, and wondering if
he was coming onto her already, or just trying to be
friendly?

The air in his apartment had an odd herbal odor of some
sort, but the place appeared to be very clean and
spacious and lavishly furnished… Hell, she thought, it
was a HECKUVA lot nicer than her OWN apartment. “Won’t
you sit down”, he pleasingly asked, “and I’ll get us
something to drink?” “Oh….Yes”, she finally spoke.
“Forgive me, it’s just that I’ve never had a …date…
with someone like you… I mean, someone as nice as
you…. I mean I’ve never met someone like you actually
in person before!”

Bruce the Panda-man chuckled, “Yes, it’s ok, I understand
perfectly, I get that reaction from almost everyone. I’ll
be right back.” He went into what was apparently the
kitchen and in a few moments she could hear the tinkling
of glass, and soon after he appeared holding a tall clear
glass of pink liquid in each hand. “I like wine,” he
said, “I hope that doesn’t surprise you.”

“Uh, not at all,” she replied, “I enjoy it too. Are you
an…. uh…. vegetarian also?”

“Not really,” he said as he sat down beside her on the
overstuffed couch. “I eat some chicken or fish once in
awhile, but don’t really care for much other kinds of
meat, so I guess I’m a semi-vegetarian of a sort.”

She noticed the many potted bamboo plants sitting around
the apartment. “Do you eat that stuff, too?”, She asked.
“Only once in a while, as a snack of sorts. My gut is a
little different from my wild cousins’. Actually, I
really enjoy rice, cottage cheese, pudding….” he
trailed off as he looked at her. His bathrobe had come
open, and she could see that he was wearing what appeared
to be a giant-size pair (about size ‘XXXLLL’ she would
guess) of men’s boxer shorts underneath., around his…
well, he really had no ‘waist’ of sorts, but he was
wearing them just the same.

He noticed her stare and looked down towards his own
lower body.

She felt her face flush as she blurted, “Uh, I was
noticing how big you are, I MEAN, how big the shorts you
are wearing are! I mean, you uh, must be quite heavy?”

“Not really,” he said in such a nice voice. “Actually,
I’m overweight.”

“You know,” Karen said, looking now at his black furry
arm that was holding his glass of wine, “Until this
moment I always kind of thought that this whole animal-
men business has been some kind of huge prank with people
in costumes or robots or something, but…. you’re real,
aren’t you?”

His thin, black lips, shiny with wine, curled upwards
into a smile at both corners. “Gee, I sure hope so,” he
giggled. Still looking at the shiny black textured fur on
his arm, she hesitatingly reached her hand out, and it
hovered in midair. Fingers trembling, she asked, “May I–
-may I touch you?”

“Sure,” he replied. Whereupon her fingers touched the
smooth fur of his arm and, light as a feather, began to
slowly stroke up and down. His fur was not quite as
smooth as it appeared to the eye, but was not coarse,
either. Taking her other hand, she massaged and felt of
his heavy arm, feeling the strong muscles and heavy bones
beneath, as he watched her with interest.

Taking his paw, er…hand, she kneaded his short fingers
slowly open and say that it was much like a human hand as
far as manipulative ability was concerned, only the whole
hand was heavy and covered with black fur on the back,
and the fingers and thumb were a bit stubbier, though
thicker, and instead of fingernails he had claws on the
ends, which had been trimmed short. And the fingers had
smooth black naked pads underneath. She was fascinated by
his body structure.

She lay her palm inside his, and he slowly closed his
hand around hers, as if they were shaking hands. Her
other hand, that was massaging his arm, continued to do
so, and she let her face slowly sink into the wonderful
cushion of fur covering that heavy appendage.

“You…you really ARE real,” she gasped, as she knew it
was true, and she could even smell the soft, exotic,
barely-there, natural, non-human scent on his arm.

He sat the glass of wine down that he had been holding
with his other hand, and replied, “Gee, like I said
before, I sure hope so. Uh, may I touch YOU now? Would it
be all right with you?”

Her eyes were closed as her face lay buried in the fur of
his arm, she looked as if she was in a dream, and
mumbled, “Uuh-huh, you bet!”

Accepting her invitation, he slowly leaned his massive
head over toward the back of hers and she could feel his
warm breath softly caressing the back of her neck. He
gently touched his shiny, moist, warm, wet black nose
into her blonde hair and began drinking in her human
scent, along with the scent of the perfume and shampoo
that she had used. He looked as if he, too, were in a
dream as he slowly drew in her natural scents, with a
nose and olfactory arrangement that was many, many, many
times more sensitive than even the best human nose.

He tenderly lay a paw/hand on each of her shoulders as he
lightly and carefully sniffed her hair and now around her
face, being oh-so-careful, as if he were afraid he might
accidentally harm her in some way.

Her hands slowly reached out as he did this and began to
bury themselves in the wonderfully thick fur of his
chest, and as his heavy arms slowly reached in behind her
to pull her closer, she softly moaned and tilted her head
back, exposing her long, smooth alabaster neck to him. He
looked at it for a moment, thinking it was very
beautiful. Then slowly, not knowing whether he was driven
by conscious thought or some animal desire still hidden
deep in his genes.

He slowly opened his mouth wide, and leaning forward,
lowered his head until his huge, wide-open mouth had
completely covered her naked neck. Then ever so slowly
closed his jaws until only the very tips of his four
sharp, pointed canine teeth just made contact with her
flesh, but no more.

Karen did not try to pull away, nor did she show any
fear, because deep in her heart she KNEW that the Panda-
man himself realized that he was totally incapable of
deliberately harming her. Still, it was a strange
sensation, as she first felt the warm wetness of his lips
spreading slowly across her neck, could feel his hot
breath, and then the fantastic tickling sensation of the
thousands of tiny short hair tips surrounding his
stretched-open lips making contact with her naked flesh.
Then followed the incredibly erotic experience of his
smooth slippery tongue dancing a waltz up and down her
windpipe!

She moaned loudly in spite of herself, looking for all
the world, with her arms now outstretched, like a freshly
killed gazelle caught by the throat in the iron jaws of
an African Lion! Submitting oneself like this to a true
wild beast would almost surely be inviting certain death,
as he could easily have crushed her throat in less than
an instant.

But he could not, would not, and she felt safe and secure
in knowing this, and also quite wonderful in this mock
‘surrender’ since it would have to have no less an effect
than to demonstrate to him how much she truly and totally
trusted him, and as he himself showed her how much he
valued her by not biting down, as he acted out what must
have been a primitive impulse that had come to the
surface in a spontaneous moment that probably he did not
understand himself.

Slowly the moment passed, and as he lifted his large,
black-and-white furred face easily from her neck, mouth
still partially open, she slowly tipped her head down and
opened her eyes even as he looked up at her, faces only a
small distance apart.

They tenderly gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment,
and he thought that he had never seen a more beautiful
shade of blue, and wondered if his wild cousins were
really colorblind like he had heard? The wonders they
would never know if that were so! At the same time, Karen
was staring into his large, dark-brown almost-black
irises and wondering how they could appear to be so
beautiful and sexy-looking to her, like deep dark pools.

They stared for a few minutes more. Then, as if in
perfect harmony, their faces and mouths drew slowly
together until her partially-opened full red lips were
touching his thin, wide, black shiny ones, which slowly
drew tight and parted, then opened wide.

Almost as if by a reflex action, her tongue thrust out
into his open mouth and was greeted almost instantly by
his wide, long, smooth pink tongue which slid across the
top of hers and into her own mouth, which she was now
holding open as wide as possible in order to give him as
full access to the inner regions of her oral cavity as
was physically possible. She could feel his warm wet
tongue tickling the back of her throat, could smell his
sweet breath which reminded her strangely of warm spring
air, could taste his saliva, which was like nectar.

She wondered what he was thinking of her as his long flat
tongue explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, and
even as it did so, her own tongue was busy caressing his,
whirling and fluttering around it like a butterfly,
lubricating it still more with her own saliva so as to
enable him to reach the deepest penetration possible.

It was no less than a form of oral intercourse as the two
so-very-different tongues snaked around each other in an
orgy of pleasure, their arms around each other as the
sensitive naked pads on the underside of his fingers felt
the smooth warm flesh of her back, even as her own
fingers explored the deep fur of his, feeling the slight
rise caused by his spine.

After many minutes this part was over, as both of them,
breathing heavily with pounding hearts, drew their faces
slowly away from each other. The tongues were the last to
come apart, and when they did it was easy to see a long,
stringy bridge of clear saliva still connecting them and
being stretched thinner and thinner until finally it
broke. Both of them could taste the remnants of their
deep thrusting kisses with the relish of a connoisseur.

Moaning, she stretched out backwards on the couch as his
hands moved around to the front of her blouse and gently
began to pop open the snaps until both her large luscious
breasts were exposed. Staring, he really gotten to see.
The Panda-females like me I have been with have nothing
like this…. I mean, they do not look the same, and they
are smaller, and furry…”

“So, my naked meat turns you on?”

“Well, YOUR furry bod turns ME on!” She said.

Then he asked, “Can… can I touch them?”

“Oh, God,” she cried, “PLEASE! PLEASE!”

Whereupon he began to knead and massage them carefully
with his short, smooth fingerpads, gently pinching the
nipples between two of his fingers, feeling the nipples
get harder, and wondering why they did that!

“Oh, God,” she moaned, head turning from side to side, as
he felt of her large full titties, “PLAY WITH THEM!
SQUEEZE THEM! PULL ON THEM! OH YES!”

She could feel her underpants getting soaked and sticky
in front as he manipulated her boobs, and suddenly as he
lowered his face to one of them, she began to finger
herself.

He took one long hard nipple into his pursed black lips
and began to nurse on it as an infant would, finally
working up to getting the whole auroale region into his
mouth as he sucked on it, subconsciously kneading the
exposed flesh of the breast at the base with his
paw/hands at the same time.

Karen could feel herself working into an orgasmic frenzy.

Finally, he gingerly let the breast plop out of his
mouth, then with all the precision of a watchmaker,
softly clamped both rows of his short, even, upper and
lower front teeth over the hard, stiff nipple, trapping
it between them, and gently pulled outwards on it just a
bit, stretching it temporarily to over twice its normal
length. Karen’s breath was coming in shorter and faster
gasps now, and as he let go, the nipple snapped back into
position. Karen frigged herself faster.

Bruce began licking both her breasts and gently kissing
them all over with puckered lips, then he grabbed one in
each palm and began to knead them like dough as he moved
his head to one side and began to sniff up under her
armpit at the new fragrance appearing there as Karen
worked her body up into a sweaty frenzy.

“Oh, Jesus,” Karen thought, “I have NO secrets about
myself hidden from him,” then loudly moaned,
“OooooOOOohhhH,” as her vaginal lips began involuntarily
contracting around her frantically working fingers and
beads of perspiration broke out all over her body, as the
orgasmic contractions began to wave over her in full
force!

She didn’t know if it was the pheromones or what in her
perspiration, but Bruce the Panda-man lover seemed even
more excited than before! Rising up off her back, she
reach for him like an infant learning to crawl, and as
she touched him, he lay back himself. That was when she
noticed the boxer shorts he was wearing had a strange
peak in them, like a short pencil had been inserted under
them.

The front of his shorts also appeared strangely moist.
Giggling, she reached out with a finger to touch the
clear moist spot and found it slippery. The Panda-man
smiled and sort of sunk back into the soft couch,
spreading his legs apart as if to give her even greater
access to the area, which interested her. The ‘peak’ that
she had touched was hard and quivered and jerked
slightly! With trembling fingers, she took hold of the
waistband of his ‘boxer’ shorts and drew the front of
them down.

The object of her desire came into view! It was a
pinkish-white pointed tip that had been creating the
‘peak’, about 3 cm long! Staring at the beautifully
sculptured point, she saw where it emerged from a naked
pink orifice that was stretched tight around the exposed
shaft the rest being hidden in a furry black sheath of a
sort that seemed to be growing taught even as she
watched!

Laying her trembling hands on each side of the slim hard
shaft that was inside the sheath, she thought to herself,
“It is so beautiful…. I must, I must, see the rest of
it!” Glancing up at Bruce’s face, he seemed to nod in
approval and anticipation as slowly she grasped the
furred cylinder and began to slowly peel the skin down
and away from the main pinkish-white core. Her eyes were
growing ever larger and her breath coming in faster and
shorter gasps as more and more of the panda-man’s naked
penis came into view, shiny, slick, and ever so
delicately curved.

About two-thirds of the way down she encountered a kind
of resistance that momentarily stopped her from peeling
his foreskin the rest of the way down. With about 12 cm
of moist pink jerking shaft exposed already, she knew
that this couldn’t be all that he had, so she gently
tugged down on his sheath just a bit harder and watched
the opening of it stretch bigger, and rounder, and
larger…. until with a rush, the part of his weird-
shaped penis that was causing the problem popped out all
at once.

It was a whitish, golf-ball-sized swelling which reminded
her of the same thing that she used to see in dogs that
she used to jack off as a teenager, but this was
different, fuller, more perfect-looking. Now that it had
been exposed from within it’s constriction, the ‘knot’
began to flush with a pink color and Bruce, head tipped
back now and eyes closed, moaned softly. Karen felt like
the luckiest girl that ever lived, she was seeing
something close-up that very few humans, to her
knowledge, had ever gotten to see!

She had once read about wild panda bears having a ‘knot’
of sorts like a dog’s but smaller and of a slightly
different shape. She remembered reading that raccoons had
this, too, but strangely enough, not bears. So, it seemed
that although he had a human’s sexual desires, he had
inherited most of the shape of his genitalia from the
part of him that was pure Panda.

Now giggling to herself, she found it easy enough to peel
the rest of his sheath right down to the surface of his
abdomen…. where to her surprise, she found that the
very inner edge of it was attached to the bottom-most
part of his penis shaft, and she could go no further.
Leaning back now just a little, she gasped with
admiration as she saw his full 15 cm or so penile
length…. She knew that it was twice as big as a wild,
natural panda’s, although it would be considered small
for a Man’s. But Karen thought it was the most beautiful
thing in the world, and she told him so. It had a
strange, very slight s-curve to it, sort of reminding her
of the shape of a skinny dolphin’s curved body!

Karen could feel quivers running through Bruce’s body as
she licked her own hand until it was moist, and then
gently grasped his naked pink shaft in the palm of her
right hand. Bruce felt as if a jolt of electricity had
touched him, and involuntarily thrust his hips forward
several times.

Karen smiled and, as Bruce watched in astonishment, stuck
her tongue out and let the tip slowly be coated with the
clear slime that was oozing slowly out of the meaty
pointed and now-red tip of his Panda-shaped Penis! Bruce
wailed a low moan as he arced his head back.

He couldn’t believe that this human woman, whom he had
met only a little while before, could care so much for
him that she would gladly, even eagerly, expose his most
private parts into her full view and then begin to
proceed with what could only be called a sort of worship
of them. Now Karen’s tongue was licking and darting all
over the pointed tip, touching it, bending the tip down
and then letting it spring back up into shape.

Turning her head slightly sideways, she began to ‘polish’
the underside of his shaft with a slow, deliberate up-
and-down motion as more of his thick clear ooze ran onto
her tongue. She thought that it was the sweetest, most
delicious substance that she had ever tasted!

While her mouth was now noisily sucking on his penis and
kissing it all over, while she was taking the full length
of the shaft into her mouth down to his knot, then over
it and beyond, her left hand was pulling his shorts even
further down, and she got another, wonderful surprise:
laying there in full view in a black, sparsely-furred
sack were two large oval-shaped testicles, the size of
large eggs!

She cried out in wondrous astonishment, because she knew
from her readings that, although Natural Pandas have
large testicles, they are completely internal and never
seen outside the body, but here his were! It must be
another wonderful result of his crazy, mixed-up genes!
Bruce smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking. She
could almost hear his heart beating loudly with
excitement in the otherwise-silent room, and she could
also tell that the black fur of his belly was very
slightly moist…. so, HE could perspire at least a bit,
too!

Her joy almost too much to contain, she softly slid her
open palm beneath his warm velvety scrotum, and, lifting
her palm, enjoyed the feeling of his heavy balls sliding
around in her hand inside their soft fur-lined pouch.
They were at least three times as big and heavy as a
Man’s nuts, and were perhaps even swollen slightly from
his sexual excitement. Holding them was most enjoyable
for both him and her, they felt like large liquid-filled
eggs or plums as they rolled about.

Taking her mouth off of his now-red penis that was
swollen up past the diameter of a large man’s finger, she
watched lovingly as it danced, jerked, and twitched
around with each beat of Bruce’s pulse from his heart, as
if it were some sort of fancy, brightly-colored
glistening underwater sea creature with an independent
life of its own!

Now gently holding his testicles in one hand and patting
them with the other, Karen began to lick them, making her
tongue into a point and raising up the loose skin in
between his balls with it. Then letting the wrinkly flesh
fall off the tip of her tongue, then doing it again, and
burying her face in the middle of them, drinking in the
pleasant, musky aromatic smell of his sexual region.

Bruce loved it. He was making some kind of unfathomable
‘purring’ sound. Karen was treating his testicles as if
they were the most valuable treasures on Earth, and
indeed, perhaps they were, because here, in those two
lopsided spheres, and in the less than 20 other Panda-
people, lay the sole hope of continuing their newly
formed race.

No scientist was yet ready to clone large mammals, and
only Prof. Russell had ever perfected the technique that
created them in the first place. He had kept very few
notes, and what WAS found were indecipherable. Again,
Karen felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, to actually
be able to play with such irreplaceable and expensive
‘toys.’

Drawing one of his testicles almost all the way into her
mouth by suction and then sucking on it and gently
nibbling on it made Bruce writhe and moan in pleasure,
the sensations of what she was doing to him going
directly to the pleasure centers of his expanded brain.
He softly stroked her silky blonde hair with one paw/hand
as she continued her downward exploration of his secret
hidden parts. Bruce felt as though his throbbing penis
were going to burst, and he kept telling Karen how
beautiful he thought SHE was…

At last giving his shorts one final tug downward, The
panda-man felt his short, fat black tail pop out from
behind, and he wondered what new joy she was getting
ready to bring to him now? Karen was in ecstasy and
barely able to keep conscious, as she masturbated herself
to one orgasm after another as she worked on Bruce’s
Panda-bear body.

“I’ve got to get him to FUCK me,” she moaned to herself,
“I’ll never be satisfied until I get that lovely red
panda-dick deep up inside me and feel it squirting it’s
juice even deeper into me! But… Ohmigod, I just
happened to think! I know that a human can’t get pregnant
from a pure animal, but Bruce has human genes spliced
into his genetic material! Oh, God, what if he makes me
pregnant?? What if….” but her thoughts trailed off as
once again the pure lust of unbridled passion overcame
her and she returned once again into her frantic
lovemaking of Bruce’s furry panda form.

The unashamed frenzy of a kind rarely seen since the
Earth was formed, they continued their passionate
lovemaking unencumbered by fears or worry’s, only their
mutual lust was present in their minds and their bodies
responded to each other! ‘To hell with the Earth,’ she
thought, ‘to hell with her own body! Bruce was BEAUTIFUL,
she WANTED him to get her pregnant if he could, she
WANTED to carry his cub!’ If pandas and humans last had a
common ancestor millions and millions of years ago, then
she figured it was time to bring the lines together
again!

Reaching down and massaging under his moist furry hips,
she made a motion for Bruce to lean back farther and
raise his legs up into the air. What was she…. “OH!
Bruce thought! She couldn’t be going to….no, she
couldn’t love me that much that she would do something
like that for me… she…” But his thoughts caught in
astonishment as she began to lower her face down, down,
between his black haired hips, taking the palms of her
hands and spreading his hips apart, then pulling his
short tail down and back and out of the way with one
hand. Her tongue beginning to dart in and about her mouth
as she smiled, lowering her face ever closer to the brown
puckered ring of muscle that was his anus.

Bruce’s breath was coming in the shortest and fastest
gasps yet as he tipped his head forward, watching in
astonishment as Karen’s tongue danced ever deeper down
below his hips where he couldn’t see. Her right hand,
well lubricated with his own Panda lubricating fluid, was
pumping up his prick as big and hard as it would go. It
was SO big and hard and purple now that it was almost
painful!

Something had to happen soon! Bruce sucked in air with a
loud GASP as the tip of her tongue made contact with his
sphincter muscle, and began licking it moist. Karen
thought about what a nice butt-hole he had, it was free
of any odor or fecal matter whatsoever.

The moment of triumph approached as Karen, orgasming
again, suddenly thrust her tongue directly into the
Panda-man’s garbage-disposal hole and began to wiggle it
around, back and forth, in and out, cleaning his insides
out! This was more than Bruce could BEAR!

With a LOUD MOAN and LONG GROAN that must have been heard
two floors below, he seized his own penis by the base
below the knot with his own furry hands and began to work
it frantically around, then pointed the tip down towards
Karen’s head. drawing in a loud, tortured-sounding breath
of air, he arced his back up off the couch and his legs
went stiff, padded toes splayed outwards as if afflicted
with rigor mortis.

Suddenly he BLEATED, a long, wailing noise that sounded
like a sheep, astonishingly, the same kind of noise that
a wild panda makes, he gritted his teeth, clenched them
hard, and his eyes rolled back into his head until
nothing but the whites showed. One hand/paw still holding
his fully exposed engorged penis, the bloated purple
organ began to twitch and jerk convulsively, and
suddenly, a long, thin JET of milky, viscous, translucent
fluid SQUIRTED outward from the tip of Bruce’s penis into
Karen’s hair, followed immediately by a second and a
third.

Squealing with delight, Karen jerked her head up just in
time to be hit square in the face by a fourth high-
pressure jet of Panda-man semen, and immediately opened
her mouth so that the fifth blast was directed exactly
into it, along with the sixth, seventh, and following
spurts, even as the one that hit her in the face was
dribbling down off her chin and down onto her tits.

She thought the slimy stuff was the most delicious liquid
she had ever tasted, as she orgasmed once again. It was
certainly the most VALUABLE liquid she had ever tasted,
and it was HOT, she almost felt as though it was burning
her face and mouth, because Bruce’s body temperature was
somewhat above human. At this point the two of them,
Panda-man and woman, looked as though they were having
seizures, each caught in their own private whirling
hurricane of sexual climax!

Karen cried out again as more of his semen, under
diminishing pressure, splattered her in the face and she
wiggled her ass around in tight little circles, breathing
with sharp, whistling noises through her nostrils as she
toppled over the edge once more and fell into yet another
series or orgasmic throes.

A Panda-man was unloading his balls in her mouth, and she
was drinking it! The thick sap was all over her face, and
a ribbon of slime ran across her parted lips—where her
tongue was sliding.

She pushed her face directly onto his spurting cockmeat,
as he hosed the inside of her mouth with yet another thin
stream. She worked her mouth down onto his prick, on past
the knob, until her lips came into contact with the
curled rim of his fuzzy sheath! She felt one final
trickle run down her throat, then, with a sloppy wet
sound, she let his Giant-Panda-Prick slide out of her
mouth and flop onto his belly, laying red against the
black-and-white fur.

Bruce’s sides were heaving in and out, and his lips were
curled back, his face frozen in what appeared to be a
mask representing some perverse pleasure. His tongue was
hanging out one side, and saliva had ran out from between
his clenched teeth and onto the material of the couch. It
was obvious that he had temporarily lost most of his
voluntary control, so intense was his sexual climax. Also
there was a dazed look in his glazed eyes, as if he had
been completely drained and fucked-out by the tremendous
force of the climax that Karen had given him.

With the taste of Bruce’s succulent cock-meat and
delectable jism still lingering on her taste buds and
lips, and still warming her gut any belly, Karen couldn’t
hardly wait until her precious Panda-man was fully
recovered so they could try full copulation and a few
other things.

Maybe on her next visit, perhaps Bruce could even
introduce her to some of his Panda-people friends? She
would be sure to bring some of her male and female
friends, too!

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