Forbidden

Shifu sat down on the cold floor of The Hall of Warriors, meditating, green candles lit. He found inner peace when Tai Lung was defeated, but something was still eating away at him. It was Tigress. She was his prized student. The young tiger was always the one to throw the extra punch, the extra kick—she was so loyal to the red panda. Yet, he was so hard on her.

Shifu hardly showed emotion to her. He would yell at her when she did something wrong, he would give her the cold shoulder. But there was a reason why he did that. One: he didn't want her to become another Tai Lung. No, not his prized student! And second: he felt odd when around her. Shifu didn't understand why, though.

He knew it was wrong to watch her train with lusty eyes. He would watch her curves, and hips sway when she spun around, watch as her arm mussels flex when she punch. Sometimes, he would let his eyes run up her leg, up to her buttocks, her firm buttocks. Shifu inhaled sharply. It wasn't right. It was wrong! The red panda couldn't have her as his lover! But she was so beautiful . . .

Out of all the woman he had in his long life-time, she was the most beautiful one he had ever laid his blue eyes on. Her markings were interesting, curves stripes with diamond-shaped spots. Her fur was shinny and smooth, just begging him to touch it. Tigress was an amazing woman. Any man would be lucky to have her.

When night would fall over the Valley, sometimes Shifu couldn't sleep. All he could do was to think of her. His body wanted her, his mind wanted her, and his heart. But it was wrong! She was his student. At times, he couldn't even look at her. But when he did, he could stare. Her lips . . . Shifu would wonder what they felt like against his. Her scent—she smelled good. He wanted to taste her, take her, hold her throughout the night, listening to her groans and sighs of pleasure.

Shifu, though, pushed all of those thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn't have her.

Tigress saw her master meditating by the Moon Pool. She didn't understand why he was acting so strange around her. She wanted to know why. And she wanted to know why now. She stormed over to him. "Master!"

His ears lowered, and he trembled. He stood up, hands behind his back. "Tigress, nice to see you," he said, briefly looking up at her. "But I need to go." Shifu tried to walk away, but Tigress blocked his way. He tried to move the other way, but she blocked him, again. "Tigress, move."

She shook her head, crossing her arms over her breast. "Master, I want to talk to you," she said forcefully.

"Well, I'm not in the mood to talk," he snarled.

"I don't care! Why are you ignoring me?"

"I am not!"

"You barely look at me anymore! What did I do?!"

Shifu sighed heavily. "It is not you," he said. "It's me."

"Don't give me that! What did I do? Tell me now!"

The red panda glared at her, grabbed her, pulling her down to his level, and placed a forceful kiss on her lips. Tigress froze like an ice cube. His hands were raking through her fur on her neck. She didn't know what to do, but she kissed back. The two kissed passionately, their tongues wrestling for dominance. It was a dance, a fast and furious dance. Both pulled away, looking into each others' eyes. Tigress pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I disgraced you as my student."

He turned around, and walked briskly out of The Hall of Warriors, leaving Tigress to stare into space. Her lips were tingling. She never kissed anyone before, and she had her first with her master. Tigress wanted to chase after him, lead him into her room, and take him. And she did, she found her master under The Sacred Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom. Tigress pulled him into her strong arms, and kissed him. Shifu was surprised, but quickly warmed up to it.

"This is wrong," Shifu gasped, as Tigress kissed at his neck. "This is forbidden. You are my student, and I am your master."

"So?" she murmured.

"Don't you want a younger man?" he asked seriously.

She looked at him. "You're fine," she said, kissing him again.

He held her head, pressing her closer to him. Both pulled back, and Tigress rested her head on his chest. Shifu was breathing hard, but smiling calmly. He was stroking the fur of her neck, while she was holding his small hand in her large paw. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the cool spring winds on their fur, and each other.