For a walk in the forest

As soon as Po got out of those shackles and gag, puts all of the scrolls and everything else back on the hiding place, cleans his cum from himself, and puts his shorts back, Po leaves his bedroom.

He walks through the hallways, down the stairs and into the village. He nearly didn’t noticed the villagers all talking to him, and when he did it was only enough to give them a small wave.

Po was not in the mood for chat today, what was very out of character for him. He was not in the mood for stopping for a talk with someone or even for a snack, as he normally, would. He needed to get away.

He needed to get away from people.

He needed to be alone.

Even on the privacy of his own bedroom, Po could not be completely alone. There was always the ghost of someone who could suddenly come on and walk on him hovering over him. Always the feeling that someone else could be standing just behind the paper screens that separated his bedroom from everything else around him. He had a lot more privacy growing upon his regular wooden bedroom.

Right now, Po wanted to be truly alone.

He wanted to open as much distance between himself and others as possible.

He wanted to be truly alone so he could put his thoughts in order and maybe think of a definitive solution for his heat problems.

For that, Po continued to walk until he was out of the village. Even when the houses all stayed behind, the panda continued to walk.

Po didn’t noticed where he was walking, as he was too focus on just getting away. He didn’t noticed where he was actually going, until the moment when he collided with a tree. As he backed away, rubbing his nose, he suddenly noticed that he was surrounded by trees.

Po had walked into the forest.

Looking around, Po realized that he was not lost. He could easily find his way back if he needed. However, he also noticed that he was alone now.

Like he had wanted.

Po sighed.

“Well... since I am here I might as well take a stroll.” He said to himself, and then resumed walking. This time, however, he was not too worried, and he actually took time to enjoy the scenery around him.

He looked at the trees. Looked at the rocks at the base at the trees. At the moss going on the rocks or in the trees. Looked at the sky, which was looking pretty nice today, clear of clouds. He looked at the blades of grass beneath his feet, which would be tickling his feet if it was not by his sandals.

He was not having a single naughty thought.

He wasn’t thinking about ropes, chains, whips, about a gag on his mouth or a collar around his neck. He was not thinking about a sexy animal holding his leash, stepping on him, spanking his ass and telling him that he would “put him on his proper place” while he could do nothing more than let muffled whimpers through his gag as he knew that this animal had Po on his clutches.

And on the moments he thought about it, he just had to shake his head and try paying attention on the details of the forest around him, which had nothing of sexual on them.

It was working.

It was actually working.

Taking a stroll on the forest was taking his mind completely off anything related to his heat.

Why didn’t I thought of this sooner!? Po thought to himself as he continued to walk across the forest, feeling relieved that he was able to finally forget his heat. It was still there, but he was finally able to take his mind off it enough so it was not becoming crippling to him. At least it made him not want to ask someone else to tie him up and whip his butt.

Maybe he should just take daily strolls on the forest from now on.

As Po continued his stroll, he inadvertently walked deeper into the forest, into a part where the trees were more wild and closer together. So close, in fact, that less sunlight passed through them. Due to this, the grass was darker, and there was a strong scent of “stale forest” in the air.

Po heard noises around him.

What was that?

Was it something scurrying in the thorn bushes?

Was it his imagination? It could have been his imagination.

Just like that shadow from behind those trees. Or the feeling of being watched. Or the creeping feeling that he was not alone on that dark place with no witnesses around him to hear his cries for help.

“Yeeeeaah, I think it is time to go back now...” Po said to himself, and he was ready to turn back and come the way he came. He was feeling really uncomfortable in that place, that had all of that look of “haunted forest” (was that even a thing?). He felt as if he was going to be jumped by someone at any moment.

He walked back slowly, looking around, and then he bumped into something.

He was walking backwards, so it was more as if his back bumped into something.

Was it a tree?

Without turning, Po used his hand to feel behind him. He touched the thing where he bumped with his back. It did not felt like a tree. Whatever he was touching with his hand did not felt like a tree. It didn’t felt like it was made of wood. And it felt... warm... And it was moving.

It was breathing.

Slowly, with a sense of dread, Po turned his head to look, and he could finally see what he had bumped into, and it was definitely not a tree.

It was a living being. One that was looking back at the eyes of the terrified panda.