Article 11538 of alt.sex.cthulhu:
From: chfrost@aol.com (CHFrost)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu
Subject: Story: The Thang - Part 1 (second try)
Date: 3 Feb 1997 01:04:25 GMT

Here we go again...


OFFICIAL UNABRIDGED DISCLAIMER:
The following story is intended for the entertainment of adults only.
If you are under 18, go ride a bike or clean up your room or take a
cold shower or something.  This story contains graphic depictions
of the implimentation of Cthulhian Sex Secrets, including rape and
non-consensual sex perpetrated on hapless human females by,
dare it be uttered, an 'enhanced male', and other forms of sexual
activity that many will find heinous and a shock to proper mental
stability.  In other words, you might go insane if you read it!  If this
type of thing offends you, delete this file now...

Still reading?  So mote it be.  But, if you keep reading, and get
offended, well, you're probably the kind of person who goes walking
off cliffs; like some kind of freaked out, reincarnated Lemming ie.
Spam.

Anyway, I didn't write it, and won't take responsibility.  So, don't
even think of flaming me.

         "Sex with an elder being is unlikely to leave the
          participant's sanity intact, and is carried out at
          considerable risk to life and limb, and limb, and
          limb, and limb, and limb, and limb, and...
          You have been warned!"
                                                 K. Blackburn




THE  THANG


Chapter 1

   As he pushed opened the door and entered the old building the top of
the door hit a small
bell attached to the door frame, announcing his entrance.  It was nothing
like what he'd
expected.  No skulls on the walls, no dried bats, no shrunken heads. 
There weren't even any
of those glass vials or cauldrons with smoke bubbling out of them, which
is what he'd looked
forward to seeing.  It looked kind of like a quaint little general store,
with faded green linoleum
tiles on the floor and an ancient ceiling fan that groaned in protest as
it slowly turned.  Needs
oil, he thought.  Ceiling fan'll burn itself up without oil.  Heating and
cooling was his business,
and right now he was sweating under under the collar and there were wet
circles covering his
armpits.  I've come over seven hundred miles to a hole in the wall store
with an irritatingly
creaking fan, he thought.  God Almighty, what a fool I am!

   "Can I help ya, man?"  a young black skinned girl behind the counter
called out to him in a
distinctively Jamaican accent.  She wore dark glasses with white music
notes on the frames,
and her hair was sculpted and dyed with blue lightning bolts.  She had
gold moon and star
earings hanging from each earlobe.

   "No.  Just looking,"  Bob Wilcox said, in his flat Oklahoma accent. 
The girl behind the
counter, who Bob judged to be in her mid teens, just shrugged and went
back to reading a
copy of  High Times magazine.  Bob wandered around the shelves, his heart
pounding.  He
had never in his life been so far from home.  He picked up a bottle full
of a red, oily liquid:
King John's Blood, the label read.  Near it were bags full of white dirt
that bore the labels:
Aunt Peg's Graveyard Dirt - This Is The Real Stuff.

   I'll just bet it is, Bob mused.  If that was graveyard dirt, his pecker
was as big as Moby
Dick.  And that, of course, was the crux of the problem.

   He'd never been to New Orleans before.  Had never been to Louisiana,
even.  For that he
was thankful; the wet August heat was enough to roast a hornfrog.  But he
liked the French
Quarter all right, with its raunchy nightclubs, party goers, and strippers
who watched
themselves in full length mirrors.  A man could really get in trouble down
here, he thought,
if he had the right equipment.  If he had that devil-may-care attitude.

   "Anythin' ya lookin' far in particular, cousin?"  the young colored
girl inquired, staring at him
over a photograph of the Barbi Twins.

   "No.  Looking, that's all."  Bob scanned the shelves and display cases
with frantic intensity,
seeing Lover's Tears, Hopping Fever, Uncle Albert's Sorrow, Friendship
Cream, Eye of Newt,
Intelligence Powder, and Dragon's ClSubject: Cloning Cloning Cloning !!!
From: tedh2@aol.com (TedH2)
Date: 25 Jan 1997 04:50:32 GMT
Message-ID: <19970125045000.XAA04440@ladder01.news.aol.com>

Here is what I got now. Olivias cloning solution (liquid), a dome and
rockwool cubes. Two 4ft bulbs fluorescent.

Assuming I do everything right, will this  combo work well for me??


TED