Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time

Leo Sun howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

Sorry for the late posting, it's been a too-busy day.

Yep, once again: *Continued from last week, a short flash scene 'cause that's all I can manage.* ... To Quote: "Our Talbot's Peak saga continues. The bad guys have made pests of themselves, and are harassing our beloved mayor, Gil. Well, they just might be real sorry after Operation Crunch."

Finally ... Operation Crunch, It's a Go!


Durk and Zeo, Crunch Time

"Smells like Blade Runner -- our own alien Bugs Bunny -- scared the piss out of those revenuer agents," Durk yelled to Zeo. The wind ripped away his words, but Durk knew his motorcycle buddy heard him. They were a team on the roads and the highway that led out of Talbot's Peak.

"What a stink!" Zeo roared above the wind, even as he roared his speed racer, zooming toward the UFO-stopped car. "What do those guys eat? Smells like they bellied up to a carcass with the buzzards."

"Wahooooo! Look at them suits run." Durk pumped his fist, yet didn't come close to losing control of his cycle. "Almost faster than a speeding bullet." He bent over the handle bars anticipating the crunching-destruction he and Zeo were about wreak with the deadly power of their fangs.

"Run, ugly rabbits, run!" Zeo celebrated. For a split second, he glanced at Durk, a feral grin on his face.

"Hell, don't let Blade Runner hear you," Durk shouted. "He's an effing master with that ET sword of his."

"Run, a-holes, run." Zeo hit the throttle accelerating to what they called hyper-zoom.

Once they neared the abandoned car, Durk in concert with his best bud, Zeo ... together they drastically cut their speed, then slid to a cooler than cool stop. Now only a few feet away from the doubled over, belly-laughing, life-size Bugs Bunny in a silver space suit, Durk removed his helmet without removing his gaze, as he knew Zeo did also.

"Hey, doc, what's up?" Zeo wise-ass cracked, even as he threw a leg over over his bike, and dismounted.

The two of them sauntered toward Blade Runner, who remained bent over. His long bunny ears shook like the tails of bitch in heat as he continued chuckling. A surprise to Durk, the strange snort like sounds didn't squeak.

"Operation crunch." Blade Runner shot upward, his expression warrior-intense. "Go to it, boys. Dante asked me to remind you to spare the engine. We want those scumbag in suits to get the heck outta TP territory." 

"Sure thing." Durk tore off his leather jacket, then slung it toward his speed racer. Not caring where it landed, he then yanked off his boots, and shucked his black leather pants. As he peeled off his white muscle shirt, his shift to wolf began. "Swear on the full moon," he growled in his wolf-gravel voice, "I can't wait to get my chompers around those fenders and do some real serious damage."

"The roof is mine," Zeo snarled around his emerging sabertooth fangs.


"Operation Crunch is a go," Kitty whispered and leaned toward her super-tech monitor. Her blood ran on the wild side, and she held her breath waiting the few minutes it took for Durk and Zeo to morph.  

Unballing her clenched hands, Kitty cast a quick glance at her office door to make certain it was locked. "On with the show."

Huge hulking wolf and musclebound sabertooth tiger, otherwise known as Durk and Zeo ... they leaped in tandem toward the hapless car. In a frenzied nightmarish attack, Durk's snapping, jerking jaws, and Zeo's monstrous plunging fangs ... together they worked as a perfect team, mangling the once pristine sedan.

About five minutes later, all four fenders sported tooth holes and were crumpled  beyond recognition, as was the bumper, which now hung twisted, and at an odd angle. The roof and trunk, under assault by Zeo's weight and gargantuan fangs, were now decorated by large, moonscape dents, and gnarly gashes that crisscrossed every which way. 

"Now that's primitive art," Kitty murmured. She smiled. 


Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance


Pat C. said...

Whoo! Love that pic!

So, are they going to present the car to Mayor Gil for display in the town square as an example of modern art? Or give it to the Turkles for target practice?

Or put it on the lawn at the high school as a warning: "Don't drink and drive in Talbot's Peak. You don't know what species the other driver is."

Savanna Kougar said...

Oh, those are wonderful suggestions, Pat! However, as Dante told them... leave the engine alone so the state guys can make their escape... oh, btw, Miss Cardinal is about to leave her mark on the *wolf and sabertooth tiger* work of art.