Tigress's eyes shot on open from her deep slumber once her ears picked up on her door swinging open. Throwing off the covers, she somersaulted off of her bed and landed with her best battle stance before her eyes adjusted. "Po?" the feline fighter spoke in confusion, finding the pudgy panda walking into her room slowly. Her confusion became concern on looking at the Dragon Warrior's expression. He had the goofiest grin ever with eyes that glowed colorful rings.

"What happened to you?" Tigress asked, constantly on her guard when Po advanced steadily. He seemed autonomous as if marching like a soldier, rigid in his movement compared to Kung-Fu's fluidity. "Don't make me hurt you," Tigress warned, backing away with a plan to at least flip him over onto her bed. However, this is disturbed when the Dragon Warrior lurched forth suddenly and slammed his bouncing belly into her. The feline fighter found herself flat on her back quick.

"Okay, never mind," Tigress growled, deciding to settling on a blow to the noggin. She was just lifting her upper body up when she looked up and saw Po turn around to present his hindquarters, his buttocks having grown as of late. For the first time, THE Master Tigress wore a look of pure fear and felt her heart sink in knowing exactly what was coming next. "Nonono," she stammered like a frightened little girl before the Dragon Warrior planted his posterior upon her chest.

Tigress gritted her teeth while craning her neck up just as Po pinned her down, leaving her face thankfully visible beneath his big butt. She was less thankful to find that the pudgy panda's weight was completely overwhelming her with only her hand and legs sticking out from under him. "Get... off... me..." she strained to say, the weight on her chest leaving her short of breath. The feline fighter tried to use her legs as leverage until the Dragon Warrior held them by the ankles.

"Po... please..." Tigress groaned to get out, feeling her friend's fanny grinding against her chin. She cringed at the act and felt more humiliated that when Lord Shen had her all netted up with the Furious Five. "BRRAAAAAAAPTTTTT!" Po's posterior proclaimed loudly and proudly. Being at ground zero, Tigress found her nostrils assaulted by the panda's pungent pong and nearly gagged. She was quick to change her mind. This was beyond humiliating. This was just denigrating.

"BRRRAAAAAAPPPPTTTTT!"

Tears formed in Tigress's eyes from the potent gas while she shut her mouth and tried to hold her breath. She tried to endure the oncoming flatulence by remember exactly where she'd seen Po's glowing eyes of color before. It was a form of hypnosis found in India, something clearly being used to influence the Dragon Warrior into carrying out their dirty work. She had made many enemies over the years but could tell that the culprit was covering their tracks fairly wel-

"BRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTTT!"

Another blast from Po's butt disturbed Tigress's train of thought and forced its rank stench way up her nose. It smelled like... that one herb. She couldn't place the name of it in her current mindset but knew that while it was harmless going in, it could be deadly going out. The more one continued to pass gas, the more potent said flatulence would become to the point of being more toxic than Viper's lost fangs. The feline fighter realized that this was more about humiliating her.

This was a hit.

Tigress's room became a giant dutch oven with every massive fart that Po let out in her face. The Kung-Fu master felt disoriented in her attempt to even think straight, knowing that this meant that the gases were whittle away at her. She tried to hold her breath to mitigate the effects but the need to take in any air was catching up with her. The feline fighter could hardly believe that this was how it'd end. No battles of strength to the death. No grisly deathblow of the sort.

No, China would remember Master Tigress as a warrior felled by flatulence of all things. A stain on her legacy that stunk worse than the gas she was being subjected to. Either she'd be able to tough it out or somebody would smell the stink and save her in the nick of time. However, every "BRAAAAAAPPPTTT!" that Po blasted in her face told her that it would take a miracle. Her vision began to become blurry with every second while her strength waned. It looked very bad.

And it smelt ever worse.