A Lovely Present: Chapter Two
Disturbia
I own neither Kung Fu Panda, nor Disturbia (music vid). May be explicit, may not be, depends on your definition. WARNING! If the idea of two people being in love, regardless of species, age, or gender bothers you, DO NOT READ!! You have a back button, STFU and use it. If you don't mind that, then enjoy!
Also, if you like this story, it's all because of Awerewolf. He's the one who made me brave enough to write it, and was wonderful enough to beta it. If there was a way to thank him for all the encouraging things he wrote, it's not one I have the money for, so I hope dedicating this fiction to him and letting him know that his Tai/Po is on its way is enough. Thank you so much for all your kindness and for being you. Rock on!
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Ch. 2
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The sun woke the Furious Five, who scrambled out of their sheets and swiftly groomed themselves, stepping from the tents and greeting their masters as they did every morning.
"Good morning, students. Have any of you seen Po?" Shifu asked, slightly worried about the giant panda.
All shook their heads, noting the slight look of panic that had spread over Shifu's face.
"Shifu, I'm sure he is fine. You don't need to worry so much, there are no accidents, remember?" Grand Master Oogway reminded, smiling calmly as ever.
"Oh, you should be worried, alright. You should be very worried," came a smooth, female voice.
The Kung Fu masters huddled close together as the trees melted away, as though they were wax being held over a fire. Leaves became misshapen, blobbing together as a sense of dread filled the stiflingly hot air. Steel walls shot up from the ground, creating a large room, about the same size as the Hall of Heroes.
In the front of the room, or what they assumed was the front, was a large, round pedestal with a beautifully carved, onyx chair atop it. On the chair sat a mocha-skinned woman in a short black dress, hair pulled back and make up perfect. The pedestal spun as a male tiger, fur mussed, an eye patch covering part of his face, moved two wheels in separate directions, making the chair spin. An overly muscled wolf was chained to a wall nearby, eyes seemingly empty. Behind the pedestal was a short flight of stairs, leading up to an empty platform. Beside the platform sat two identical male cranes, back-to-back, both copying the other's moves flawlessly, expressions unreadable. Next to them were two pianos, both with female snow leopards atop them. One laid on her back, dressed in red and black, fanning herself as she stared lustfully at the newcomers. The other had her hands shackled together; a black leotard with multiple buckles adorned her petite body and the fur on her head spiked upward.
The masters suddenly found themselves standing straight, side-by-side, line up in order of height. They were immobilized by an unseen force, terror creeping into their bodies, clouding their minds.
"Do you like my home?" asked the woman in the chair, her voice smooth and sweet.
None of the Kung Fu warriors answered, their mouths unable to move.
"I suppose you're wondering why I brought you here. You see, I've heard so much about you, especially you, Grand Master Oogway," she purred, saying his name like it tasted good on her lips. "I've heard tell that you've found love, but despite all your wisdom, you haven't gone past kissing, yet. You know, the friends I've collected, you'll find them all around the room, were in similar situations as your beloved Dragon Warrior. They were so willing to give themselves to their partners, but their partners, being selfish and prideful, denied them. So I came and collected them. But don't worry. I'll give you a chance to have him back. Of course, if you won't play, then I get to keep him. And he is so cute."
She snapped her clawed fingers and the warriors found they were able to speak again.
"Please, let him go," Oogway requested, the fear that lingered in the room settling within his heart as well.
"But he's just so obedient. Come here, Po!" she called as a doorway slid open.
A giant panda entered the room, fur in disarray, limbs spasmed randomly, shorts replaced by baggy, black pants, but what frightened China's finest warriors the most were his eyes. Gone were the bright emeralds that sat on clear, white orbs. In their places was a sheet of light gray film, no emotion crossing his once expressive face. Po lumbered to her side, head twitching to the right three times before he returned it to an upright position.
"You see he does whatever I tell him. But enough about you, let's talk about me." She grinned wickedly as she continued, "I'm sure you've been warned about a 'new evil' coming for the Valley of Peace. Yep, that's me! I'm what you would call a witch. The spell I have over Po is one of my favorites, and do you know why? It's because I have to have his consent to put it over him in the first place! Do you know how I got his consent? I said I'd kill you, all of you, if he didn't agree. The spell makes him my willing slave. He does whatever I tell him, and is eager to do so. You want to know the best part? You're gonna love this. The spell only works on virgins. So, by denying him your love, you are the reason I got this new slave. So, really, I should be thanking you!"
Tears had formed in the old tortoise's eyes, blurring his vision. He couldn't recall the last time he had been so confused, so scared. He always was so sure of himself. If nothing else, a part of his mind that had managed to stay calm began, this is a humbling experience that will remind you that you are not God and cannot solve everything on your own.
"I guess I should tell you how you can get him back, but first, I'm gonna explain what's at stake. Ya see if you don't do what I tell you to, I get to keep Po's soul forever. Kill me, and his soul burns with mine. Cooperate, and I'll let him go back with you, and never return to China again. While I am many things, a liar is not one of them. My word is as good as yours. So, what you gotta do to get Po back is simple, really. It's what he's been trying to offer you this whole time." She smirked cruelly as she finished, "You gotta take his virginity."