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Published: 2019-07-20 14:14:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 1940; Favourites: 72; Downloads: 0
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'This is what you ordered, yes?'A fun piece featuring Linda, a micro panda, working as a waitress at a local night club. This piece was created by two very talented artists, VillMix who did the colors, and ForArcher who did the line work. Both can be found on FA, and have my thanks. ^^
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Laughing Linda kicks her legs in the air. 'Well, you know where to find me on the menu.'
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Bartender, there's a bear in my drink. No, no. You don't have to take it back. I'll keep it.
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Lol they may want the glass back at the end of the night though.
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As long as I get to enjoy the view for the evening, that'll be acceptable to me.
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excuse me, why is there a panda in ma drink?...again
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'Our deepest apologies sir, I shall return with a panda free drink shortly.'
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Her booty must be cold sittin' on all them 'rocks'...
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Smiling Linda cocks her head. 'And how long have you been waiting to use that one?'
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I dunno...
How long have I been staring at you?
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Laughing out loud Linda rolls over to rest her arms on the lip of the glass.
'Gods, I've missed that wit of yours.'
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Smirking, I reply, "Well... maybe you should improve your aim?"
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Groaning Linda palms her head. 'Now your laying it on heavy.'
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"Pretty ladies make me nervous... I joke when I'm nervous."
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'That you do.' Linda smiled, internally processing the compliment. Rolling herself to drape her arms over the lip of the glass, and by extent pressing her breasts against the chilled surface.
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"So... do you drink your own drink while I watch... or am I supposed to be doing that myself?"
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Linda's eyes go wide, as she takes in the drink she is marinating in, 'Drink my own...' She looks back up at you. 'But you ordered - didn't you?'
'And no - I, don't think I could, even if I wanted to.' Making a sweeping gesture comparing her body size to the drink she is in.
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"Eh... that doesn't look like the Virgin Bloody Mary I ordered."
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Linda, taking the time to examine the drink she is marinating in then looks back up at you. 'So you didn't order Dreamtime on the rocks?'
Her gaze quickly flicking around the bar room, now uncertain and a little worried, before her gaze quickly returns you yours.
'Are you really, really, sure you did'nt order me?...' Her voice filled with a little more concern, as she would be taken away if there were an error in delivory.
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"I... uh... don't even know what a Dreamtime is...
"But... that doesn't look like there's any V-8 in that glass."
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Linda looking down at the glass's contents. 'Uh... I don't think so...and it is red.'
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"I guess... they sent me the wrong drink then."
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Linda, a little panicked, looks around. 'No, I am SURE this is your drink. And I am SURE I am supposed to be in your drink.' The energy of her grabbing the lip of the glass to whisper to you causing the glass to shift suddenly and in a second she and the glasses contents spill across the table. Along with Linda and the now melting ice with her.
'Ah!'
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I carefully pick up Linda, not caring if the drink is now dripping/slopping into my lap.
"Are you alright, miss?!"
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Sputtering Linda waves her arms around. 'AH! I, I can see...' The alcohol dripping from her saturated body. 'Help? Please?'
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I grab the cloth table napkin and begin dabbing the alcohol off her body with one hand while I hold her with the other. People at the other tables begin to stare.
"Well this is the most interesting drink I didn't order," I mutter.
Linda's reply is muffled as I'm wiping her face.
"If they bottled this, it would make an interesting perfume," I ramble as I search for SOMETHING to say to fill the quiet.
She squirms as I rub her chest over both of her bare breasts.
"They'll never believe me at the office."
Her thighs shift as I rub over her stomach.
"Well at least you're getting dry... right?"
I lean her back as I rub her crotch and shift down between her legs, tilting her back in my hand. Her legs twitch and kick slightly when I realize her breath is quickening.
"You okay there?"
I stop when she wraps her legs around the napkin and two of my fingers.
"So maybe I should stop," I add awkwardly.
She wraps her arms about my fingertips.
A blush begins growing in my cheeks.
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'Please don't.' Linda replies quietly, biting her lower lip as a deep flush creeps into her cheeks.
Clearly embarrassed, but at the same time quite aroused by the sensations transpiring between her legs. Slowly she forces herself to relax her grip as realization of what she has just said comes to light.
'I - I mean. I - I...'
Her gaze shifting to her breasts, her tiny black nipples already beginning to pierce though her fur.
'Oh! Ah - I'm...'
'Aroused?' Came a deadpan voice from behind you, as the bartender, a zebra with an atomic butt stamp looms over your shoulder. 'Maybe you to should, ahem, get a room. Here, on the house.' And passing you a bottle of something expensive looking she winks. Just make sure she gets home alright.'
Linda flushing beet red can not even begin to speak.
Though Lars has one last thing to add as she walks away to deal with her other customers.
'Oh, and make sure you use lube.' Her gaze flicks to Linda's tiny form and then to you. 'Yeah, use a Lot of lube.'
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"Sooo..." I muse as I glance at the retreating zebra, "Who is that... wait, I probably don't want to know, do I?"
"Uh..." she sighed, "That's... well... she is..."
"So... is she sending you home?" I ask as my frown grows, "I didn't get you fired or anything, did I?"
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Seeing you frown, Linda blush turns to one of fear as she looks up at you. Her hands quickly going to cover her budding nipples that have peeked out of her white fur like mini volcanoes. Her free hand moving to cover herself between her legs.
'I-I'm sorry...' She protests, her ears flattening. 'I just - when you - and I...'
Her blush returning as she tries to explain. Instead she shifts uncomfortably looking down at her tiny feet.
'Yes... and No.' Linda says, nudging an ice cube. 'That - what I mean is - yes I can go home... and no, she's not going to fire me.'
Shoulders slump a little.
'That is unless you...don't brings me back... If you want to take me. Home that is...I mean.. Oh dear...'
Deciding that at this point silence is the best option she looks down at the pool of liquor she is still standing in. Now more confused and embarrassed than ever.
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"Not bring you back?" I ask as my eyebrows rise, "Why would I do that? That would be... kidnapping! I'm no kidnapper!"
I look away hoping it would be enough to partly cover my hot cheeks.
"I mean... I'd be honored to take you home," I continue, "I mean... if you don't mind riding on a Vespa scooter? I'd... have to make sure... you don't blow away at 55 mph..."
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'You don't look the type to me either.' Linda and suddenly at your giant hand, pressing her fingers to your own in an attempt to hug you. 'And I don't think Lars believes you are either, or she wouldn't have made the offer.'
Still squeezing your finger with all her little strength she continues.
'There were some...issues in the past, that's all.' The though of those few close encounters were enough to make Linda shiver. 'Sometimes people just get a little, a little carried away.'
Like the time she had spent a week in a gerbil cage before escaping. The memory still caused her nightmares from time to time. Though she was loath to mention that now, or ever.
Eager to change the subject, Linda looks up at you.
'A Vespa, I used to ride one!' She exclaims, only then to blush and look down at her figure. 'Well, when I was your size I did.'
'No I don't mind.' Linda added quickly, the idea of flying off at any speed causing her to quiver. 'Just one request, no cages please.'
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"Oh, only a real monster would ever cage you," I protest, "I... was just wondering if you'd mind... riding in my... shirt pocket? The wind would mostly not affect you there."
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Looking over to your chest, Linda's gaze flicks back to you. 'Thank you, and yes I wouldn't mind.' She adds quickly. 'Just don't corner too fast okay?'
With one last look around the bar she crawls into your hand.
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Slipping her into his large breast pocket, he strides towards the door like this is perfectly normal. Ignoring the people who were staring, he slips a tip to the waitress by the door before wandering out into the parking lot. The bright sun beats down upon the two without mercy, making them both squint since they had spent a fair amount of time inside the much dimmer bar.
"It's a balmy 90 degrees today folks," I mutter in my best impersonation of the weather man this morning, "Stay hydrated and stay people."
Linda groans at the bad impersonation as I walk up to the powder blue Vespa. I unlock the matching helmet and slip it over my head, lowering the tinted visor to cut down on the glare.
"It'll be better once I'm moving," I assure her as I straddle the bike and settle down onto the seat.
"Okay," she replies as after all, she couldn't really change anything if she didn't like the arrangement.
"Oh, I suppose I should ask you now where you live?"
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Wiping her brow with the back of her hand Linda looks up at you from her home in your shirt pocket, the heat even worse with a black and white coat of fur she is covered in. 'Umh…' Linda hesitated, as usually it was Lars who drove, it was just safer that way. 'I think it was...' Rattling off a street address to an apartment complex about twenty minutes away Linda does her best to try and point you in the right direction.
For a time she struggles to keep herself from sliding deeper into your pocket, though being so small even standing up with her arms outstretched is not enough for her to reach the top. Only by grabbing hold of the fabric and pulling herself up handful by handful at a time is she able to wrap her arms around the lip and peek her head out.
'You do have a license, right?' She adds, clearly a little nervous about being outside in a moving vehicle. 'May a helmet?'
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It's a pretty old scooter, so it makes some noise whenever I give it some gas.
"Of course I do," I mutter, "It still has the Cracker Jack Seal of Approval."
Linda blanches from the shirt pocket.
"I kid you," I answer, "Of course it's a legit licence from the Arizona Department of Motor Vehicles."
She looks a bit more relieved.
At a light, I add, "Wow. I didn't realize that pocket is so deep." I pause to very gingerly remove her from it while pulling something from the back pocket. It's a white silk hanky that I stuff in my front pocket so it's a bit more than half full. Then I delicately place her back in the pocket before the light goes green. "There," I muse, "Now you should be able to get some fresh air, and can still dunk down for cover if you need to."
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Standing on the handkerchief gives Linda the boost she needs, allowing her to comfortably stand with her head sticking out.
'Okay,' Linda muses as she settles into your pocket once again. 'Just avoid any bumps, and dogs! I don't like dogs...'
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"Well as long as the neighbor's chihuahua is in the house," I mutter, "Things should be okay... He always barks at me."
Linda shivers as even with a dog that small, she could still get swallowed whole... or chewed into a bloody pulp.
"Well at least he hasn't actually bitten me yet."
"That's... so comforting," replied Linda under her breath.
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With the change of the light, Linda has to duck down due to the wind chill.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she nestles into your pocket.
'It's not far is it?' She calls over the sound of the wind whipping by.
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"Shouldn't be more than half an hour!" I call back.
I avoid the freeway to keep the winds more manageable, and allow some calm at each red light.
About half a dozen red lights later, I realize I hadn't seen Linda in a while. I ask "You okay in there?"
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After a long few seconds of silence, a quick glance down at your pocket reveals it to be empty.
Only the tailing edge of the cloth flaps in the breeze.
...
Somewhere, now far behind you:
The falling was almost as horrific as the impending landing. That was the thought that flashed through her mind as she slipped from the safety of the handkerchief and the protection of your shirt pocket.
One second she had been pushing herself up to peek over, she had even dared to lift her arms up like she was riding on a roller coaster. Then one bump later followed by the stoping motion of the vespa and she was falling.
Falling!
She had tried to scream, but watching the road rush up to greet her had stollen the word from her throat. Times slowed to a crawl, she tried to cling on to something, anything at all. And, then there was nothing left to hold on too.
The impact sent a jolt through her spine as all the air was force from her lungs in a second. Desperate, she pushed herself up all the same, staggering forwards towards your bike, trying, trying to make her voice work.
And then the blue vespa was gone...
Leaving her somewhere she had never been before.
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Pulling into a parking lot, I check the whole pocket to see Linda is in fact gone.
"LINDA?!" I yell back.
'Ohmygod!' I think in a panic, 'Did I kill her?!'
I turn around to retrace my path praying she wasn't run over, hit by a car or eaten by a stray dog.
"LINDA!!" I yell over and over as I go back.
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Linda, recovering enough to stand quickly took stock of the situation. Thirty minutes drive, how long had it been since then, did he know she was gone?
Looking down the street she could feel the rumbling long before she heard the approaching car that came bellowing down at her. Instinctively, she threw herself to the side as black rubberized death, Good Year, from the look of it, passed centimeters from her sprawling figure.
Fleeing in a blind panic to the sidewalk, she ignored the puddles of ankle deep water, oil and molding leaves as she ran. 'Help! Someone, help!' Splashing through the deeper puddles she was to afraid to look back and loosing her footing she face planted, going under in a splash.
The water stung her eyes and the smell of gas hug in the air as she crawled forwards to the concrete wall that was the sidewalk.
'Help!' She pleaded, staggering forwards to beat against the sloping wall. 'Help! I'm down here! Help me! Please...'
Minutes.
Hours.
Linda had lost all track of time. How long had it taken her to walk down the curbside to find a crack she could fit her hands into and pull herself up.
Only as she created the walkway did she suddenly realize her mistake. Was she even on the right street any more?
Should she go back?
Was he even looking for her?
Cold, wet, and covered in a fine coat of oil, her white fur now a matted brown, Linda sank down her legs dangling over the lip of the walkway and began to cry.
Almost missing the flutter of wings that came from behind.
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Lol with refills on the house.
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