Rated F for Furries,
Also it's a script-- PAGEBREAK
We find Dick Spillsew sitting on the couch, reading a video game magazine. He is wearing his crappy brown pants and black shirt that says 'This is a shirt?' on the front. He is as oily and teeny and ugly as when we last saw him.
MONICA: Also as dumb as when we last saw him.
Dick ignores the thing that doesn't exist, and flips the page on his magazine, revealing the best part about video game magazines: The Dead or Alive Girls calendar. Breasts and Butts and boobles bobble about on the bages, I mean pages.
MONICA: Narrative's slipping a little.
DICK: I'm not letting you out. It's not happening. Nope. I'm busy. Yup, busy with-
A clawed, padded hand slips through the front of Dick's pants and holsters his slightly enlarging shaf-
DICK: WOOOAHKKAY!!
Dick stands up and spins around to face Monica. She is on the couch exactly where he was sitting, only slightly corporeal. She is wearing 'contemporary' clothes: jeans with a white blouse, and black flats like from the 50s.
Dick watches her evil clawed hands. One hand is cuffing fur on the back of her pointed ears, while the offending hand is twisting a bit of his pre between thumb and forefinger.
MONICA: What you got planned for today?
Before Dick can answer Monica sticks her fingers into her maw and licks.
MONICA: We could go kill someoooone.
Dick turns around and walks into the hallway. He enters the dining room, next to the kitchen. He finds Monica splayed on the table, shoes dangling delicately on digitigrade paws
MONICA: Play a video gaaame.
Dick stomps away, into the hallway, and rips open the door to the bathroom. She is sitting inside the sink, legs crossed.
MONICA: You could fuuuck meeee-
Dick shuts the door, turns into the hallway, and slams into the white silk fur of Monica's nude chest.
MONICA: Hm, yeah, that last one-
Dick punches her in the jaw. Her head jerks back, and her jagged canid teeth flash for a moment. He punches again, this time into the top of her mouth. He feels the gash on his knuckles from her bite, but she stumbles back. He charges her and punches her neck, then her face again, then the top of her head. She falls down in front of him.
He turns from her corpse, and finds himself facing her, standing in the hallway leading to the living room. She is now wearing her 'traditional' clothes: a blue hakama with a black cloth belt, and a white haori. She points at her 'dead' body.
MONICA: See, that's disappointing for two reasons.
He turns to run, but as he steps away she dives at his waist. Her claws effortlessly rip his stomach and thighs open in massive bloody tears. He throws his head back in pain.
DICK: AAAAHHH- wait a minute.
Dick looks down at his perfectly fine body.
MONICA: One: killing each other might have broken the spell the first few times, but I've gotten used to it. You're not fooling anyone.
Dick looks at Monica's body on the floor, as her ruined face seeps blood in the cracks between the planks of the hardwood.
DICK: ... Deja Vu.
MONICA: Two: violence towards women is not funny.
DICK: Woman!?
Dick points at the dead body, shakes his head, then points at Monica.
DICK: You're not a woman! You're a demon!
MONICA: Not a woman?
DICK: That's right, and-
She slips her hand into the front of her haori.
DICK: -no nono, I see where this is going. Nope.
Dick turns around, only to run cock first into Monica's 'dead' body, standing fine and healed between him and the kitchen, hands around his neck.
DICK: Woah... two-
MONICA: -three way.
The newly resurrected Monica sets her hands close to Dick's belt loops.
DICK: Nope.
Dick crosses his arms, and turns so he is standing sideways between the two Monicas.
DICK: I'm being good.
Both Monicas burst into a cloud of smoke, shift in front of him, and twirl together into a single 'contemporary' clothed Monica, standing in front of him.
MONICA: Fucking Christians.
DICK: No swearing, please.
Monica crosses her arms, mirroring Dick.
MONICA: Well, what are we gonna do then, Dick?
Dick looks to his left and right, into the kitchen then living room, and notes the quiet emptiness of the house. He looks at Monica, and smirks. She smirks back.
DICK AND MONICA: Death Metal.
Ten minutes later Dick and Monica have the plugged a large speaker to the TV, and set it in the middle of the room. They move all the furniture out, strip down to underwear, and 'mosh', and head-bang to very loud music for the rest of the day. They break the couch and coffee table, and knock over one or two lamps. Dick dry-humps the wall, bashing a hole in it with his hip bone, and Monica head-bangs so hard she passes out for a minute. She's right back up soon, however, and they keep it up until Dick's Mom comes home and tells him to stop being an idiot.
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