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Published: 2018-07-24 10:29:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 1573; Favourites: 46; Downloads: 0
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Being less than two inches tall does have a way of limiting one's job field. So when someone offers you a job at a new restaurant chain...At least she seems to be putting on a good face about her current predicament. ^.^
She is just a little apprehensive about what comes next.
This fun little series was created by Freakster on FA. I do have to slap a mature content warning on this one due to that middle piece. And remember, chew, but do not swallow! That would be very very Very bad.
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Lol no eat! No eat!
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Out of the teacup and into the sticky rice, eh?
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'It's a job!' Linda protests, folding her little arms. 'Besides if I spend to long in a tea cup my fur stains.'
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I dunno. Raw seafood? Sounds a little fishy.
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Covering her face with her hands she lets out a low moan. 'Just eat me now.'
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People say I'm not very rice, but that's neither here nori there.
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'... ... ...' gaze fixed on the soy sauce Linda seems to be trying to figure out if there is enough to drowned herself in.
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Sprinkling crunchy toppings on, I muse, "You really shouldn't panko there, my dear."
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Giving you her best withering glare that a panda her size can she remains silent. Though does swat at the toppings as they threaten to rain into her eyes.
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Sticking out her tongue at you, Linda makes a face.
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I reach for the bottle ofΒ MusashiΒ JapaneseΒ Spicy Mayo and drizzle it down her back aiming to get it on her tongue.
"I'm a spicy stinker," I chuckle.
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'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!' Linda starts wriggling and trying to swat her back as the Mayo seeks out her curves while gravity does the rest. Unfortunately yelling only results in her getting a face full.
Several blocks away people turn to look your direction, wondering what that high pitched squeal is.
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"Wow, I haven't even got to the wasabi yet," I say evenly, "Maybe you should look into another line of work."
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Quickly whipping the tears from her eyes, Linda shoots you a most dirty look. 'What is that supposed to mean? I can take it! Infact bring it on! Bring on the Wasabi! And the ginger too!'
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"Oooo," I smirk, "That sounds like a challenge."
I reach for the 1 ounce bottle of 'industrial strength' wasabi. The kind you dab unless you have a death wish.
I unscrew the top and offer it to Linda as I say, "Better try a little of this first. The first time I had this, I had too much and had to have my stomach pumped at the local ER."
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That news seems to give Linda pause, but only for a second. Then plunging her hand into the bottle she snaps it back into her mouth and makes an exaggerated swallowing feature before flinging her mouth open again and declaring: 'See? Now lay it on me, thick! I want to see your eyes watering after the first bite!'
Judging by her lack of preparation and tears, it is pretty clear she has faked devouring the Sample she took. But is just to stubborn to admit it. Espeshally now that you have dressed her up so much with spicy mayo and a crunchy topping, making her look more and more like a dessert cake.
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I poke my finger in the jar and pull it back out with a coating on the tip. π: 0 β©: 1
"Baldi wants to know what 2 plus 2 is," I muse.
"Well d'uh, it's..."
When Linda opens her mouth to answer, I rub my fingertip in her mouth.
"Let's see what happens now that you really have some in your mouth, kiddo."
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'Bleck!' She retorts, at the sudden intrusion into her tiny mouth. 'What was - s ah -aaaah! AAAAH!'
Clamping her mouth shut she quivers, eyes strained closed as her hands form into fists.
'MmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhhhhHHHHHH!!!'
Tears begin to brim at the corners of her eyes as she forces her mouth open to speak.
'S-s-see...' she forces a smile that comes off more as a horrible grimace. 'N-nothing t-to it...'
Her mouth snaps shut again and her legs do a slightly restrained dance sending bits of crumble everywhere.
'N- nu... Now lay it on!' She manages between labored breaths. Her face already burning red. 'J-st remember you have to - oooooooh! E-eat your creation...'
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"With pleasure," I muse as I lick my finger.
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I have built up a little tolerance to wasabi over the years. That and the wasabi/soy almonds I like so much.
"Just remember that YOU asked for it."
Talking a fingertip full, I rub it into her back and up along her head. It also goes down between her legs as well.
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To busy pounding her fists on the plate to hear half of what you said, Linda's whole body freezes as you begin to work the wasabi into her fur.
The last bit going between her legs causes her sudden frozen state to melt. Instead, curling in as much as she can, her face stretches into a silent scream. Clenching her cheeks with all her little might her tail does an animated dance similar to the flight of the bumblebee.
'Oooh! Oooh! OOOH!!!' Linda begins to squirm, eyes watering, her face contorts from grimacing to silent screams and back before her gaze locks on you. 'Eat me! Eat ME! Aaaaaaagh! Make it stop - eatmeeatmeeat-aaaaahh!!!'
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"Okay lil'miss I can take it," I smirk as I reach for the cold gallon of whole milk that was somehow on standby, "I'm really going to have fun cleaning this up in the morning..."
Yes, wasabe's true weakness is chilled whole milk. Something about dairy fat, I think. I never go to a Japanese restaurant without ordering it.
I give Linda a cold milk bath to wash everything off her.
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Of all the outcomes she had expected to transpire, death by cold milk bath was the last one in her list of possible horrible ways to expire. If her eyes were wide before, her little brows all but vanish into her hair when she sees what you are about to do.
Little Arms raising as though to ward off the blow she begins to scream something - but is cut off in the sudden flood of ice cold milk.
The effect is immediate and quite devastating, as the sushi roll she is on begins to disintegrate leaving a very flustered Linda panicking as she struggles to get free.
Clearly quite put out by the sudden drowning she staggers over to the edge of the plate and collapses. Shaking the milk from her eyes she looks up at you and tries to sputter something out, her little hands still hidden under the milk seem to be performing their own type of massage therapy to get the last of the wasabi from places it should not be.
'Milk?' She gasps finally her face all red, white, and flustered. 'You drink your sushi?'
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"Well no," I muse as I pick Linda up delicately in my hand, "I normally drink the milk to wash the wasabi and hot mayonnaise burn from my mouth. It's kinda new to 'put out the fire' in a micro-panda. I suppose I could have put you in my mouth first and then drank the milk..."
I blink as she stares at me.
"You know, I'm not really sure what you're trying to accomplish here," I added as a grab the nearby roll of paper towels. I make a bed out of a few square sheets and set her down to speed up drying off.
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Still a little miffed by the bear drowning experience, and not willing to admit that the wasabi is still burning between her legs. That area being hyper sensitive, even after the milk bath put out most of the blaze.
After a few seconds of brooding, Linda unfolds her arms and begins to walk around in little circles leaving wet footprints behind her.
'You, well...' having to explain something so intimate makes her flustered very very quickly. She had though the situation clear. But now, she found she just wanted to... to... throwing up her little arms she let out a cry.
'Aaaaaaargh!'
And collapses cross legged on the paper towels.
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"I dunno... I man unless you're immortal or something... getting eaten would be quite painful and quite final... How could anyone do that to someone as kawaii as you?!"
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Dawning comprehension spreads over Linda's face. 'Oh... Your not supposed to CHEW and swallow your special toppings!' She protests, jumping to her feet and pointing at you. 'You just sort of use your tongue to work me free and then chew around...'
Linda stops her rant, realizing just how bad this all sounds. Instead, she crosses he legs and sits again.
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"Wow... hearing you say that makes it all sound incredibly kinky... Like eating sushi off some Japanese model's hot body or something..."
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'That was the idea...' Linda slowly begins to soften, glad to see you are not turned off by such an act her temper begins to ebb. 'But being this small, I, well you see the problem.'
Casting the now milk logged sushi a melancholy look she shrugs. As though to say, the good times never seem to last.
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"I can... uh... always call out for some replacement sushi... they deliver 24-7..."
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'It only if you want too...' Linda does her best to look like she is not to concerned about being so close to injested by someone over fifty times her size. 'There is a Build it yourself sushi place I know of, I think they deliver too.'
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"Good, just gimme the phone number and I'll get an order going."
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Puzzling from memory the number, Linda deeds you the restaurant's information. All the while doing her best to get the milk out of her ears.
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"Pity I don't have a menu," I sigh as I begin dialing, "I don't suppose you have their menu memorized, do you?"
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'Well parts of it...' Linda confesses, knowing several of the special order boxes, but the rest she has to guess at.
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"Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to ask," I reply evenly, "I like the ebi-style rolls myself... that's shrimp to the lay people... and I forget what it's called... it comes with salmon and cream cheese like a lox and cream cheese bagel, but on rice."
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The operator on the other end, takes down your order with the grim monotone efficiency of someone who has been in the industry to long. Choosing to communicate mostly in grunts and 'yeah's. After taking down you order he spouts an outrageous sum for the total order, and asks if you want to pay with cash or card. Linda, who has the misinformation of having very sharp ears, and an even sharper sense of smell is cued into your mood and doing her best not to wince.
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"Card," I reply, and then proceed to give her the card number.
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Assuring you that delivery will take no less than twenty minutes the call is ended. Leaving you alone with a rather flushed looking panda who is busy studying her toes and trying to pretend she did not hear the cost of that order just placed.
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"Oh, don't worry about, my dear," I muse as I try to change my town, "even I can splurge once in a while." I smile though I'm not even convinced of how sincere it is myself.
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Apparently not very. As Linda falls to the paper towel, tucking her knees in and throwing her arms out. In the traditional Japaneses form of greatest apologies. 'Aaaah! I'm sorry!' she wails, not looking up, so her voice is muffled. 'I should have warned you that it was a higher end restaurant...'
Already visions of being chewed in your mouth accompanied with horrible crunching sounds begin dancing through her mind. Caus9ng her to only wail more apologies mixed with pleas of not being reduced to pulp and swallowed.
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I pick up the mini-Linda in the palm of my hand and move her towards my mouth, but instead of crunch, crackle and burp, there's only a smooch to her forehead... or face... most of her head, really.
"You deserve someone better than me," I sigh softly.
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As you pick her up Linda's mind flashes to the worst, her life scrolling before her tiny eyes she gasps, braces for the end...
and...
Warm lips brushing against her head. Her heart still racing she peeks out at you.
'S-so your not going to eat me out of vengeance?... she asks. Still trying to get her head around what has just happened.
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I chuckle softly before I reply, "Nah... It's not like I'm not going to eat most of that sushi myself.
"I could never... actually bite you... That would be such a horrible crime... to make you suffer like that.
"I've probably tormented you enough for one evening already... I'm really such a horrible person."
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While you speak, Linda carefully works her way across the palm of your upraised hand, planting her hands on your lower lip she oh so carefully plants a kiss of her own there.
'No your not.' She whispers, 'your the best thing that has ever happened to me.'
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"Ah man..." I sniffle as I wipe my watery eyes, "You're way too nice."
"Are you crying?" she asks innocently.
"No!" I reply, "I got some hot mustard in my eyes!"
She of course realizes that there was never any hot mustard anywhere around, but you know guys who can never admit they're crying because that's some kind of weakness or something... like their Kryptonite.
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Instead, Linda opts for a more tactful approach, patting your massive hand, well finger really with one of her tiny ones. 'Here.' She rushes over and putting her back into it tears off a section of paper towel that you made for her to dry off on. 'Will this help? That stuff really burns' - her own hand moving down between her legs where the last of the wasabi still burns on her lips, despite her attempts to get rid of it.Β
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"yeah, it does," I sniff, "Thanks." I pause long enough to settle down and say, "Hey, this sushi order is going to be here any minute! I better get the house clean for the delivery person!"
Linda wonders who the heck cleans any part of their house just for the fast food delivery person...
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Still giving you the opportunity to busy yourself, Linda takes your cue and begins to try and get as much of the milk out of her fur as possible. But with only dry paper towels, this proves more of a challenge than not. Several times as you go running by she tries to flag you down, but like speedy Gorgonzola you seem to be to fast for her to catch your attention.
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