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| Midnight L.A. - 2021 (Mini Episode) Posted by: Panda Thug at 03-04-2021 10:19 AM, Last Modified 03-04-2021 10:44 AM |
Midnight L.A.
2021
By Panda Thug
Year: 2021 Time: 4:14 P.M. PST
Yesterday was quite something. I’ve had a short phone sex call with my sister and my daughter Stacey sucked my dick, which literally felt AMAZING! I know I’m talking to myself right now while restraining a god-damn male homo sapian with a rope around his throat. But hey! You can never say no to a god-damn god saving the entire furry race from extinction. Welcome… to Midnight L.A. Muthafuckas.
“I woke up this morning” (the Sopranos Mix) plays in the background, following a montage of an interior shot of a 2013 Cadillac Escalade 7-seat sport utility SUV with the outside shots of other civilian vehicles driving by and citizens walking along the sidewalks. The fourth wall switches to an eye-level shot of Gucci Aviator sunglasses looking in the rear-view mirror, slightly revealing my dark brown eyes through the darkened shades.
Then, my left hand with golden sparkling finger rings while my left hand is gripping the steering wheel. A few seconds later, my black widow-colored SUV is seen flipping its left turn signal as it turns left onto the freshly smoothed asphalt driveway leading to my 1201 Laurel Way ultra-modern mansion. One Cadillac being a 2013 Cadillac SRX 4-door sport utility would be parked inside the garage. I’d pull my SUV inside the garage next to the Cadillac SRX, then opening the front driver-side door and stepping it out, the driver-side door slams shut behind me. The theme song would finish after the door slams shut, ending with a record scratch.
Episode 2
Making Someone's Day
The light blue-eyed black wolf male with swooshed black spiked hair slams both of his fists onto the dark wooden work desk of mine in a frustrated manner, his head looking down. “Sir… please?” He’d look up at me with puppy dog-like eyes. I’d look back at him with a smirk. “David, c’mon bud. That Pontiac Torrent is very sexy, and it does get you a lot and I mean ALOT of pussy, and I know that you’ve been asking for a long time for one, but the shipment came 7 hours and 45 minutes late today.” He frowned, then threw his entire face against the desk before looking up at me again with a bloody snout and some chipped out razor sharp teeth. “SIR! I NEED THIS GOD DAMN MOTHER FU!-”
I cracked both of my knuckles at him, signaling him to “back off” before he walks out with a printed footmark up his ass. Both of his ears went down as his lips quivered nervously. “I-I mean! No, no, no. If my co-workers have 2007 Pontiac Torrent 4-door sport utilities, why should I be complaining like a fucking cry baby?!” He giggled nervously before backing away quickly and then running away. I laid back in my comfy black leather office chair. “Hehe, David, David, David… what I wouldn’t do without you and your crazy demands.” I’d chuckle to myself. I pressed the main red button on the intercom machine. “Lucy, bring David back in here, aight?” Lucy replied “Yes sir.” The fourth wall switches to an eye-level shot of her entire Velociraptor face. She’d yelled out for David. “HEY! DAVID! Get your ass back in his office, NOW! He wants to talk to you again.”
David presses a couple of buttons on the vending machine button panel, the stretched out silver spring slowly rolls out the Kit Kat bar on the other side of the glass. “Yea, yea… he “wants” me.” She gave him a cold stare and a low snarl. “David, you want to get fucked up and get your member squeezed into tomorrow?” David glanced at her, he’d smile. “Do your worst.” Both large office doors swing open, David’s body would get thrown towards the ground. He’d scramble up to his feet. “YOU GOD DAMN DINOSAUR!!!” He dusts off his snazzy black business suit. David turns around and looks at me.
“What do you want, sir.” I’d toss him a car key with the dark red Pontiac logo with a little white sparkle on it. David catches it with his hands, he’d look down at the car key laying in the palms of his hands. “S-Sir, are you serious?” I’d nod slowly at him while smiling. “Yes. I’m serious, bud.” Both of his eyes tear up as his lips quiver in joy. “T-Thanks sir.” He runs towards the office doors, pushing them both open, running outside down the long hallway with other furries walking down opposite directions in the hallway.
THE END
Watch out for Episode 3! ;3
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Author’s notes: Thought I’d make a little short story today, it isn’t much, but this story is a reference to that one time your father was being a complete sausage head, and you were pretty pissed off, but then he comes inside your bedroom and hands you the thing you’ve been asking for years. I’m not a sweet and cuddly person, nor a god-damn sensitive snowflake. But this short story is dedicated to all of your fathers out there who like terrorizing your children and then apologizing to them with a gift.
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