The Panda under the Ice
The door to the building was more impressive then the panda had suspected. The building looked more like a place of Zen rather than the usual bland office-filled skyscraper. Before the buildings large and eloquently carved doors was a garden, which now lay snow covered in a sense of surreal serendipity. If it had been a later season the view would be a floral masterpiece, as cherry and apple trees grew over eloquently placed stone paths that would web out around small ponds in which Koi happily swam. But with it being winter the garden was completely blanketed with snow, but somehow its beauty did not change. The panda looked at his resume and then looked at the doors before him. He was under qualified. He would never be able to work in a place like this, even if he was applying for a position in janitorial duties. He sighed and began to step away from the grand gateway, but instead of leaving the premise, he decided to enjoy the scenic beauty by sitting at one of the small ponds that were now frozen over. He shivered a bit and huddled his arms into the same sweater he had been wearing the day before. They had his resume; they called him in, maybe he wasn't under qualified. Maybe they actually did want him as a janitor. But then the panda remembered the words of the bastard grizzly, "They are gonna laugh at you!" Sighing the Panda now realised how logical that seemed. Why not hire the worst guy for the job in the city and bring him into the office so we can laugh at his dirt stained sweater and craptacular resume. He shivered again and looked at his reflection in the mirror-like ice only inches away from him. He had gone through a lot to get this interview; hell getting up this morning was even a difficult task. How many times had he thought of suicide this morning? Three times as a matter of fact. Once in the shower, once while eating cereal, and once right now. During the shower, suicide seemed to be an option when the grizzly demanded that they shower together. Shower together so that the grizzly could get his morning erection properly taken care of. So that the grizzly could hear about how his morning erection was even BIGGER than usual. How it seemed to grow over night. How it seemed so delicious now, more so then it had been the night before. How the panda loved it, how the panda wanted it, how the panda enjoyed....The panda slammed his sneaker into the ice cracking it a bit. During eating cereal, suicide seemed to be an option again, when the grizzly demanded that the Panda dance for his food. Dance for his food, so that he could get the reward of having the bowl of cereal smash on the floor: His reward leading the panda to having to eat off the dirty, dusty, hairy floor. All the while commenting on how it was a pleasure to dance, and to eat off the floor of his eloquent abode. Once again the sneaker slammed into the ice cracking it more. And right now, he was thinking about suicide. To just jump into that ice cold water, to let the air escape his lungs, to die, to let the surface of the water freeze again, to just be the panda under the ice. The ice like a mask hiding his shamed face from the world, he would no longer be Allan, just the "Panda Under the Ice". Well until the spring that is. But to be someone different for just a season, to be seen as somebody else, would be worth giving his soul for. Now the Panda was seriously considering going into the water, if it wasn't for one little thing, if he jumped into the water what would happen to his love? The grizzly back at his home would be so upset. He would no longer have someone to dance for him, he wouldn't have someone to worship the divine entity he is. The panda took his face away from the broken image in the ice. Then, looking at his watch he now realised the do or die situation he was suddenly in. He had five minutes till the interview. He starred at his watch while his mind tick-tocked between going and not going. Four minutes. The panda looked up from his watch and was surprised to see that the grizzly had followed him to his place of interview. Now he was standing before the panda grinning like some sort of arch angel. "They are going to laugh at you." He said. "Yea, I can't get this job. They just want to see what kind of bag of meat has such a crappy resume as the one I handed in." "But you want to make me proud?" "Yea, I do. But I don't want to go in there and be laughed at." "That wouldn't be very professional of them to just laugh at you." "Yea." 3 minutes. "You better go before you run out of time." "Yea." The panda stood up and hugged the grizzly who hugged him back. He softly whispered good luck into his ear and gave him a gentle peck of the lips. However as they hugged, the panda felt no warmth shared, as they kissed he felt no lips meet. The hug broke and the Panda smiled, "I'll see you at home. Okay?" "I'll be waiting for you. I'll make sure to have a nice cup of tea and some cookies waiting for you as well." "Okay, sounds great!" The panda cracked a grin and ran off to the door as the grizzly nodded and smiled warmly. He pushed open the doors and before him stood masterfully carved golden pillars, marble flooring, and maroon carpeting with designs of a Romanesque nature. The room seemed to be a large open space expect for a small desk in the middle of the lobby. At the desk sat a female black bear whose smile seemed to be stabled to each cheek. Her ears were almost as perky as her breast which practically sat on the keyboard of the computer in front of her and her outfit screamed, "Corporate slut." As the panda approached she gave a squeaky, "Hello!" "Uh...Hi. It's Allan?" "No my names Beth." "No, I'm Allan." "Allan?" The female looked at Allan then looked at the computer screen, "Last name?" Allan frowned a bit, his last name might give away his past, it might ruin his chance at getting the job. He was known as a boy rapist. Then again this was on the other side of the continent, and it had been at least twenty years since his high school days. "Allan Bambida." The secretary faked a smile again looking up from the computer, "Oh you're here for the job interview? Custodian duty eh? How exciting! You won't be able to get the job though. For a custodian your clothes are pretty dirty. How can you clean when you are so dirty?" Beth smile grew wider so that it was almost off her face, "Dirty, dirty, dirty! Ha ha ha! We are all going to laugh at you! The panda in the ice would never want to be you! Dirty, dirty!" Her chant was vicious, and Allan found himself slowly gliding out the door as though the floor was moving on its own. Allan felt flustered, he was going to cry, he was going to faint, he was going to-- Then the hallway changed direction, and now Allan was going forward, driven to the front of the desk again. "How Exciting! If you just go to your door the left, and take the elevator to the third floor, you can meet with our maintenance staff manager. He's a nice guy, you'll like him." Her smile hadn't changed as Allan's eyes jolted around the room. What had just happened? Allan now was starting to fear for his sanity. Allan smiled, "Do you have a washroom? I need to relax my nerves." Beth continued to squeak like a rubber ducky, "Not for dirty people/Yes just follow the signs." Allan looked at Beth who was now focused on her computer screen and as Allan walked away she smiled, "I'll delay the meeting for you. You have ten minutes to relax." ** "Who are you?" Allan was now looking into the mirror of the employee washroom. "I am the panda in the ice." His reflection was of himself, only looking more like a Popsicle. "Are you failure?" "Yes." Allan noticed the ice's man's eyes were rolled into the back of his head, mini icicles forming off of his eye lids as his face was permanently cast in a frozen state of awe; even when he spoke. "Am I you?" "Not yet." "Will I ever be you." "I am what the grizzly loves. I am no longer alive. I am an object. I don't breathe, I don't protest, I am just here to be used. Do you think I am you?" "No. The grizzly doesn't love me." "Do you want him to love you?" "No." "But you love him?" "Yes. I have to." "So then doesn't that make you into me?" There was a sound of a flushing toilet and the fogginess that reality had obtained, now seemed to clear up for the panda. A voice spoke from the toilet stall that was directly behind the panda, "Son, if you're writing a script, I think you need to have a meeting with some guys upstairs. That sounded awesome." Allan looked into the mirror; a second ago he was not looking at his own reflection, but now it was just his twin panda looking back at him. "You there, you're not talking? I didn't mean to-"The stall door opened wide and the panda started to feel reality fog over again as he saw what looked like a white bear in the stall door of the mirror reflection. His reflection then morphed to the ice panda again, "You can still break through the ice." Then all went blank and the panda started to fall backwards. ** "Allan, after all these years..." The voice was gruff, and stunk of cigar, Allan started to open his eyes. "I always knew you would find me." Now his visions started to clear and before him was the face of Arjay, only he was alot older. His face was wrinkled but he still looked evermore amazing from the days of high school. Dressed in a white tux, his hair was slicked back and a cigar was hanging from his mouth. He was sitting in a large leather chair that was placed beside a 80's era water couch that Allan was now laying on, "I've missed you." Arjay sent love to Allan but Allan was sending a different message, "You son of a bitch." "I deserve that." Arjay got up and turned his backside to Allan to get a fair view of the snow storm that was now throwing snow in front of his office building. Allan couldn't help but give a stare at Arjay's buttox as his white pants seemed to be a little too small for the aged Polar Bear. He was bigger than Allan had remembered, Arjay defiantly had gotten fatter. "I stopped healthy eating the day I did what I did. There was a while where I could only eat cake and chocolate for the small sugar rush they would give me. Only in recent years have I gone back to my old eating habits. But the weight isn't cutting off very well. "Arjay turned around and smiled, "But you, you are skinnier, a lot skinnier from what I remember. You changed your diet eh?" "Small talk is not going to make me forgive you. But I did change my diet. From cake, to nothing." Allan spoke through a growl. "Right. Right." Arjay placed his paws up in a gesture of apology. " So you're probably wondering what I'm doing here." He paused and then smiled, "Well, I guess you could figure it out, after all you were a smart boy back in the day." "Compliments won't work either. Especially how I wasn't smart enough to see what a lying piece of scum you were." "Ahem." Arjay played with his tie and then continued on, "I'm the CEO of the Polartex Movie Industries." "I guess with your skill of stomping over those who love you, you'd be great at making it to the top in the business world. " "Stomping over those who LOVED you? So you did love me." "I think you knew that. But do realise the keyword here is DID." "Look Allan. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Anything you want, I can give it to you." "How about someone who didn't betray their love so that their love was considered a rapist and had to live twenty years of his life scavenging off of people he never even cared about, but told them he loved them anyways." "I'm sorry Allan." "Or how about you jump out that window right now." Arjay sighed, "Your so cold that you would even wish death upon me?" Allan was cold, he was the ice panda now, he had no soul, he had no life, he was the frozen servant of the divine grizzly back at his home, "Yes." Arjay sighed again and lowered his head, "What are you doing in my building anyways?" "I was trying to get a job." "You know the movie business? Great! I can get you a job on level 10 with the idea scripter's." "Actually I was trying to become a janitor." "Oh...Well how about I get you that job on level 10. It's high paying." "What floor are we on now." Arjay scrunched his forehead thinking, "thirty I think." "And what floor would I work on as a Janitor?" "Well the custodian's office is in the basement." "So as a custodian I'll be working as far away from you as possible while still in this building." Arjay growled, "Quit being so cold!" "I am cold! I am so cold, I feel at home when I am closest to the frozen planes of hell." "Is that what you want? You want me to be gone?" Arjay frowned, "I thought you loved me." "I thought you loved me." Allan said mimicking Arjay. Arjay brought out a handkerchief and brought it to his eye; he was starting to cry, "I did love you! I still love you! Can't you forgive a stupid decision in the past, it's been twenty years." Allan sat up on the couch, feeling the water couch wobble in protest, but he knew soon his ice body would freeze the delinquent couch into submission, "You never said anything. You let me stay a rapist all those years." Arjay looked to the floor, "I was going to confess, but then you disappeared." He smiled and raised his head to look at Allan, "But now your back! Like destiny has brought us back together." "So my karma is so bad, that I have deserved the torture of looking at your face. The pain it puts in my heart as we talk right now makes it beat-"The panda paused, the ice panda does not have a heart that beats. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, I love you." Arjay then leapt forward and acted in desperation as he placed a kiss onto the lips of the panda before him. The panda kept his face still, but his heart started to beat fast, started to create heat, and soon the ice panda was melting. The panda's arms came up around the polar bear and brought his chubby waist to the less chubby waist of the panda. The water couch danced around their bodies as the four paws of the two bears began to familiarize themselves with each other's bodies. Their tongues now dancing around in each other's mouth, Allan's heart beat at a red hot pace and soon the ice panda was a puddle of water on the floor. Arjay pushed his mouth into the panda's as though he was a starved man in front of food. The fire he created inside Allan was enough to keep the ice panda away forever. Allan didn't like the ice panda, Allan did not like the grizzly, Allan liked Arjay. They continued to kiss until the wobbling couch could take no more and threw them both onto the office's wooden flooring. They stopped so Allan could let out a small, "Ow." Arjay giggled and then spoke still lying on top of the panda, "I'm sorry for what I did." "You should be." "What?" "You broke my heart Arjay. You broke my heart, and ruined my life. And you think a simple kiss can heal all of that?" Allan started to feel the cold rushing back into him. "Allan. Please." "No, Arjay. No. I can't ever forgive you." The cold was vicious, but it was right, Arjay can never be forgiven. Allan pushed Arjay up off of him as Arjay fell onto his rear end, looking up at the panda as he stood up into the air. His face did not bother to give even the slightest glance to the polar bear below him as Allan walked to the door and placed his paw onto the door knob. The snowstorm was wailing horribly outside, Arjay was on the floor almost in tears, and the ice panda was slowly climbing his way back into the soul of the panda. Allan rotated his wrist and the door knob turned. Then the power went out. And the door locked in its place Allan shook his paw as though he was greeting the door knob but the door would not open. Turning around, he growled at where he thought Allan should be. Suddenly Allan realized it had gotten quite dark. "What the hell? The door! It's stuck..." "What?" "Your fucking door is stuck." "Oh right. It's my new security system. The power outage must have made it short circuit." "Well is there another way out?" "Well we can break the door, costing me about one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Or we can wait a little bit for the power to come back on." "Fuck. I'm breaking the door then." "I really wouldn't like that." "Because of your precious money?" "Because I don't want to see you go so soon." "Fuck you." "You can if you want." "Shut up." "You liked the kiss didn't you?" "Shut up." "You liked it because you didn't protest." Allan could barely see the polar bear, but with the creek of Arjay's achy and old bones he could hear that the polar bear was standing up. "Shut the fuck up." Allan clenched his paws into a fist, his nose trying to smell where the polar bear was, his ears trying to hear where he had gone. But as he searched he soon felt two paws grasp at his sides, and two soft lips meet with his own. They were kissing again. The flames once again sending the ice panda back to the floor as the tongues of the two bears viciously swam inside their mouths. Allan felt a paw glide into his pants and another wrap around his upper chest. The paw that slid down his pants stopped not even an inch down into his crotch, the paw playing around the waist line of his underpants as Arjay pulled the back of the panda to his front. Now Allan felt Arjay's erection poking his rear-end through the polar bears tailored pants. They kissed a while more until Arjay broke the kiss and rested his jaw on the shoulder of the panda. Dropping his paw lower, Arjay placed his paw on Allan's growing erection, and through his underwear he started to gently rub the arousal of the panda. The kiss returned as Arjay's other paw was now working the fly of his almost too tight pants. His erection screaming for freedom he let both his pants and boxers drop to the floor in two short swipes, letting his manhood stand strong in the open air. Allan moaned, feeling the erection slide up vertically to his still clothed backside, while at the same time feeling Arjay's paws rub his own dick though the underwear that seemed to be becoming a nuisance. The ecstasy so strong that Allan felt no need to resist, the ice panda was gone, and for the time being he was Allan again; he was Allan who loved Arjay. The strong winds played their own music as they swished against the windows of the office, plastering it with snow as though someone had planted curtains outside the building's windows. Allan took a deep breath, his heart beating fast and his erection strong, as his pants fell to his ankles, soon to be followed by his underwear. The wind in angry gusts screamed and banged on the window. The wind desired to be in the grand office the two lovers stood half naked in as it scratched and banged its snow against the window. The glass would not break though; the glass was stronger than the wind could ever be. He was safe from the wind as long as he had Arjay. Arjays cock grinded the crack of Allan as he moaned feeling his tail hole becoming wet with the fluids of an aroused polar bear. Penetration would be coming and Allan knew it. Allan's breath went short as he felt the similar sensation of a phallic object diving inside of him. The sensation felt many times before as the grizzly played with his toys. But why was he thinking about the grizzly? After all, the wind cannot get through the glass of this humble fortress. Allan moaned as his backside pressed against the chubby belly of the polar bear, the cock driving into him so that it now hid inside the rear end of the panda. It was not painful, the panda had had a lot worse done to him from---the wind cannot get into the office. The polar bear started to push and pull moaning and grunting with his own pleasure. Allan couldn't help but start to realize that the polar bear was being selfish. The cock of the panda received no attention as the polar bear humped Allan like he was some sort of toy. The paw of the polar bear that was on his cock did not move, and Allan started to hear voices through the panting asshole behind him. He shook his head; the wind cannot get into this office. Arjay started to growl as though he was reaching his orgasm. Allan's heart sank as he started to realize that Arjay just wanted this to be over and done with. He just wanted to fuck and chuck. He didn't mean all those things about love; he just wanted to use this panda as though he was a toy. Arjay shook his head again, the wind cannot get in. The wind cannot get in! If the wind gets in then the ice panda will return. Not even their love will keep them warm if the wind gets in. Then it was over as Allan felt Arjay reach orgasm. The pumping stopped, the huffs stopped, and Arjay screamed in merriment as he pushed his cock inside the panda. There was silence as the two fell to the floor, Arjay's head smacking the floor with a hard whack followed by the faint sound of a splash in the back of his head. There was water on the floor. It was the corpse of the ice panda. He was lying in the corpse of the ice panda, if the wind got in then surely he will freeze up again and then he will lose himself again. The wind cannot get in. Arjay moved his hips back, his cock following him as it slid easily out from the panda's tail hole. Arjay smiled and nuzzled into the back of his lover as his cock went flaccid. He pulled the panda's body towards him and started to rub his paw up and down the brilliant shaft of his angelic mate. But while he was expecting movement or moans of pleasure, he received a reaction that would be better suited if he was masturbating a rag doll. He whispered into his ear, "Arjay? Are you okay?" "The wind." "What?" Arjay kicked his heel up hitting Allan square in his genitalia as the panda rose to his feet and ran towards the window, "You let the wind in!" "What? The wind?" Arjay moaned grabbing at his sensitive manhood. "You let the wind in you selfish bastard! You may like the cold but I don't!" "Allan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so upset." "How could you? I thought you loved me." He hugged the window, placing his paws frantically along the glass as though he was trying to cover up a bunch of invisible holes. "What? I do love you. What did I do wrong?" The large doors of the office swung open causing Allan to screech in fear. The wind had gotten in. Its horrid face blew the two doors wide and now snow covered demons danced around the room. They danced and singed, and fucked and sucked as though this office was a giant harem for demons of the snow. It was an orgy of evil as the ice panda began to rise. He could hear the faint sound of a girl scream before the ice panda froze over him. ** Suzanne bit her nails nervously as the man tried to fix the door of the office. Her husband was in there, locked inside that horrible office lonely and scared, with his only hope of survival: a decrepit old man who calls himself a "technician." Suzanne's eyes glared at the man who was now reading over a manual in his paws. His eyes squinting at the small print as his other paw scratched the top of his head. Suzanne could feel a rage start to boil inside of her. "My husband is in there!" "What?" The old man looked at the tall and skinny lady. Her legs were nice, and her body was nice also, but her face looked more plastic then the dolls he use to play with as a kid. "Hurry up!" "I reckon' you can't speed these things. I haven't ever seen this model so we better take it slow, ya hear?" The old man spoke with a southern accent that sounded slow and dumb. But he was the only man who seemed to be able to work for her at such short notice. Suzanne grumbled out a small, fuck, from her puffy lips and went back to chewing her nails. As she bit into them she thought of that stupid perky breasted secretary at the front desk, the one that her husband was probably cheating on her for. She could have breasts like her, but her husband refused her the money that she needed for that surgery. She continued to chomp her nails. Why would that secretary call her about the power outage if she wasn't worried about her husband? How had she known that her husband was trapped in his office anyway? Oh yah, her husband was cheating on her alright, and as soon as she rescued him they were going to talk about it. Suzanne took a deep breath and tried not to think about her husband cheating on her. That secretary might be a bimbo slut, but that doesn't mean that Arjay is fooling around with other women. After all they had been in love since high school. Back when she was young and beautiful. Back in the days when it was Suzie and Arjay. And even though they have had some misfortunate events fall on their relationship they had managed to stay strong with love. Everything was all right. She really had to stop worrying. There was a short buzzing sound as the office doors swung open. Suzanne's eyes went wide and she let out a horrid scream as memories of her past started to wash over her. The rapist had returned. * * *
Okay guys sorry this took so long, but life has been crazy for me. I've gotten a new job eh and it seems to be taking a lot of my writing time. That and I still haven't beaten Bioshock. Haha! Anyways be patient with me, I'll try and get part 3 coming up before the end of October. Just expect the appearance of a certain brother who happens to be related to a certain zebra in my last story. *Captain OBVIOUS to the rescue* That's what I plan anyways but maybe I'll think of a better plot developer then that. All I can say is that right now this story is pretty messed. Anyways comments are appreciated; you readers rock, and keep on rocking in the free world!!! Oh and suggestions are always appreciated as you see someone asked for Brett's brother to be put into the story so here he comes....as soon as I get writing part 3. -BS (There are wolves howling outside my window! Looks like they enjoy reading my stories haha)