Article 15004 of alt.sex.cthulhu: From: Don Juneau Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu Subject: Let's get the shoggoth rolling... Date: Fri, 21 Mar 1997 05:17:24 -0600 Today, Man believes himself alone and safe in an understandable universe; Man is, as usual, wrong. However, some "truths" are closer than they seem. Love doesn't make the world go 'round, but merely causes some vertical bouncing; absence does make the heart grow fonder, but hearts can be used to bring the absent back, if only for a short while. And the petty difficulties of this mortal world extend far beyond any sane imagining... as can be seen today, in the premiere episode of: THE EDGE OF R'LYEH *** Shari Morgan is a typical California beach bunny, down to the heart she uses to dot the "i" in her signature. Of course, this requires that she prance about in just about enough tightly-stretched Lycra to cover a first-class stamp, but she doesn't mind - the suit comes off easily enough for tanning or other healthy exercise. Watch as the camera pans up her oiled and sweaty body, along the smooth and perfectly-shaped legs, lingering over the flat expanse of belly with only a tiny navel dipping into the landscape, rising at the ribcage as the majestic valley between firm and rounded breasts, and ends the journey focused upon her angelic face, pure blue eyes closed behind sunglasses and just the tip of her tongue peeping from between dazzlingly white teeth, exposed by luscious lips parted just enough... Suddenly, a shadow falls! The view pulls back and it bcomes obvious that some unknown form has risen between her helpless, unknowing body and the warm light of the sun! Shari murmurs and shifts slightly, before blinking and exclaiming, "Hey, move, willya? You're in my light!" The standing figure moves, and as the full force of the blazing orb flows over her body, she purrs slightly and arches her back in a yawn, thrusting her nipples into stark definition against the colourful fabric. Closing her mouth with a final, lacivious lick of her lips, she shifted her elbows back and raised her torso up, craning her neck to gain a better view of... a lifeguard? The muscular man slouches a bit, right hand on his hip as the other scatches at his nose, whitened with zinc-oxide. He shifts his feet slightly, his dry and somewhat reddened skin rasping faintly, and begins to speak, a faint glottal accent marring his pronunciation slightly. "Excuse me, miss, but I saw you here as I was going off duty, and," his eyes shifting from side to side behind his sunglasses, "it's pretty isolated here, not really the safest place to be alone." Shari shifts to her side, leaning her blonde-tressed head on her left hand and frankly appraising the man. She slides her legs liquidly together, and smiles. "I never really thought about it before." Bringing her right hand up to her neck, she adds, "I suppose," index finger sliding slowly down, "that some strange man," slipping between fleshy globes, "could appear here," pushing a wave of mixed sweat and oil, "and take advantage," delicately skirting the navel, "of a lone woman," and coming to a halt just inside the waistband of her suit, "couldn't he?" She exhales breathily, her nipples hardening and stretching the fabric more, as the lifeguard flushes and makes a futile gesture towards covering his rapidly-stiffening penis with crossed hands. Before he can speak, Shari reaches up, brushing the back of her hand quite deliberately against his rod as she links her fingers with his. "Ooooh, webbed!" She glances down at his toes, and squeals in delight. "No _wonder_ you're a lifeguard!" The man blushes totally, and stammers wordlessly as Shari pulls to her feet, snagging het blanket from the sand. She hooks a leg behind his, and cuts off his attepts to speak with a long, tongue-wrestling kiss, running her nails lightly up his slightly hunched back. His hands twitch spasmodically, as she breaks off the kiss with a slight gasp. He stares with unblinking eyes, behind the darkened lenses, while Shari tugs, "C'mon, this way...." He stumbles along behind the shapely beach girl, down towards the edge of the surf. It's low tide, and they splash through the low surf and around the face of a low cliff. Shari pulls off her sunglasses and flashes a dazzling smile, calling "You'll love this! Watch your head..." and bending low, begins duckwalking into a low cave hidden in the rocks. The lifeguard's bulging eyes take in the tantalizing view of her bikini bottom, and he quickly follows suit, as it were, removing his sunglasses in the gloomy confines. A short distance down the damp-oozing tunnel, and they can straighten again, reaching the end of the the ocean-smoothed sand. "High-water mark," the blonde whispers with a giggle, "so it's dry where we're headed." She pulls his hand up, and sucks at his index finger for a moment. "It's wet where it counts, though." The man follows blindly, barely noticing the faint phosphorescence as he uses his free hand to readjust his penis - the suit is rubbing uncomfortably on his swollen shaft as they make their way along the upward-sloping path. Breathing heavily, they enter a large hemispherical cavern, it's roof disappearing into the soft blackness above. The bluish glow from the walls is nearly bright enough to read by, and lights the flat rock in the center of the "room" as though it were a spotlight bed in a live sex show. Shari snaps the sandy blanket across the stone in a fast, sure movement, and spins back to the lifeguard as it settles slowly into place. Again her leg wraps behind his, but this time her deep Frenching is returned with enthusiasm, and Shari moans throatily as the man's right hand slides down her nearly-frictionless back and cups her taut buttocks, slipping two fingers beneath the fabric. Her hips move in slow circles, grinding her pelvis against his thigh while busy fingers work his suit down and take firm hold of his penis. The lifeguard's left hand isn't idle, untying the simple bow in the string of her top and pulling the entire garment loose. Dropping it to the ground, he hunches forward some more, bending her backwards as clammy, slightly-webbed fingers cup her swollen breasts. As his thumb rubs the engorged nipple on her right mound, Shari's head tilts back, breaking the kiss, and she groans loudly. His head bends forward, and with licks and kisses and quick, tiny bites, works his wide mouth lower... Shari is motionless and taut now, straining against the stranger's body and gasping at the sensations raised by his massaging hands and busy mouth. He suddenly opens his mouth and drags a long, grayish tongue up her left nipple, starting far back along the wet surface. At this assault, her eyes roll back in their sockets and she draws a whimpering breath as shudders wrack her body, her hands clutching greedily and near-painfully at his shaft. He feels a sudden flood of hot moisture against his thigh, and a tightening of her crossed-leg grip... He smiles slightly, watching her recover, and is suprised at her strength when she suddenly pushes him back and stands erect again. Shari grabs his shoulders and spins him around on the sandy surface, his suit tangled around his ankles and catching on some protrusion as she pushes him back onto the low flat surface. His hands reach out automatically, and she grasps them firmly to her breasts for a moment before lowering him down to lie on the blanket. "Hey, I'm hungry too!" she breathes, slipping the remaining fabric off her body and exposing a tiny patch of soft, golden hair shaved into a heart-shape. Kneeling to one side of the man's prostate form, Shari grabs for his vertical rod, grasping it with both hands and squeezing firmly. Winking slyly, she runs her tongue from just above her interlinked fingers to the swollen purple head, laughing at his gasp. He drops his head back as she nibbles playfully at the tip, forcing her way into the slit at the tip for a moment before suddenly opening her mouth wide and taking the entire length into her moist oral cavity. Shari hums slightly as her head bobs, eliciting moans from the lifeguard. Carefully shuffling her way around on her knees, she brings her sopping sex around to the man's head, placing her legs on either side and lowering it to his greedy mouth as she sucks and swallows, fondling and playing with his tightening balls all the while. Their moans counterpoint as the wet sounds echo in the cave, her lips taking the time to suck at his testicles while his tongue reaches deep within her steamy hole, her muscular throat alternating gripping and releasing as his rough lips close over her throbbing clit and suck heavily. Shari slips one of her index fingers into the man's rear passage, and swallows him again as his hips buck slightly at the invasion. His legs trapped by their fabric restraints, he can't kick loose; after a moment he relaxes, and returns the favour with interest, inserting one finger into each of her ready openings, while rubbing at her clit with his thumb. This is enough to send Shari over the edge, her mouth still full of his shaft as she screams in pleasure, which produces an effect that nearly sends him with her; only steely determination and the end of her orgasm keep the man from flooding her willing throat. She pulls her lips free with a 'pop' and spends a moment panting before suddenly spinning, their sweat- and oil-slick bellies the balance, until she lays face-to-face with the stranger. "Let _me_ take charge, you just.. _relax_." The blonde grabs both of his hands in her right and yanks them above his head in one move, while her left snakes down between her legs and positions his unyielding rod as she desires before slowly slipping her hot pinkness around it. She pants heavily as she slowly seats the hard length within her, gasping in the sensation as she reaches the furry base. Her juices ooze from the edges of the joined flesh, showing how tight the fit is; as she moans and raises her body a bit, the resistance shows that her sopping arousal is what allows success. Shari's legs hook under his for leverage, and she begins to work her pelvis in slow figure-eights, emitting low feline yowls as the helpless man below her begins to orally assault her breasts... As her motions gradually become more frantic and excited, the lifeguard's bulging eyes take in the surroundings beyond the shapely form, seeing for the first time nearly-recognisable patterns in the vaprous blue light. As well, while Shari writhes and howls above him, the blanket itself seems to have picked up some of the glow; the entire room grows more steamy and even the stone below is emitting heat. The man yelps as her left hand finds his sphincter again, driving deeply, but the blonde holds him fast, and before he can protest she grips his penis with muscles even more talented and fierce than her throat, rippling bands of pleasure and near-pain that force him to close his eyes and inhale in suprise... Shari is near her peak again, and as her internal muscles take hold she ceases all movement with the lifeguard's shaft deep within her portal, tightly pressing her clit against the base and uttering strangled, inhuman yet rythmic grunting. The sudden sharp pain as her finger lengthens and swells in his rectum causes the man's eyes to pop open, and a scream is quickly turned into another inhalation as the muscular contractions clamp down as though wires were being tightened around his penis in a rippling upward motion, cutting off blood and semen like kinking a garden hose... A fine wire-like tentacle forces it's way down his ureathra, spiking out sharply as it goes, much like a wire brush; the helpless lifeguard's staring eyes suddenly flood with red as the pressure within bursts delicate capillaries, and his scream is smothered by the fleshy shaft that erupts from Shari's mouth and fills his to the throat. Her blue eyes gaze curiously as he struggles in vain against the inhuman strength; he shrieks within his mind as the first of the rustling motes rush from the end of the pulsing hot _thing_, and oh-so-orderly begin to coat the insides of his lungs from the bottom up... The dust-storm within him eventually ceases, and Shari lets his wrist drop limply as she sits up and retracts the horrible tube within her throat again. She slowly withdraws the now-flaccid and hideous length of finger from her victim's rear, careful not to tangle it as it shrinks down to a perfect dainty digit, complete with nail-polish. Slipping her legs free, she pulls upward with her hips, and with a sickening crackle raises her now-filled cavity from his mutilated groin. A tiny, crushed black circle of cartilege and flesh is all that remains. She stands atop the stone for a moment, taking in the slightly-sandy side of the intricately-woven blanket. The symbols and glyphs pulse slightly with the ebbing of mortal life from the lifeguard, and she hops lightly down, bending to free the swimsuit from the carefully-placed stone hook before taking her victim under the shoulders as though he weighs nothing. Shari walks back around the stone altar, and turns into a hidden alcove crowded with tall misshapen fungii, star-shaped but for the stunted topmost arm. Clearing a space against the wall, she wedges the man's wrists into crude vee-shaped troughs, which hold his weight easily. The naked blonde repeats the process with his ankles, and runs her hand up his body as she straightens. Peering deeply within his crimson-blotched eyes, the terrible creature sees a last shred of sanity. "Don't worry, lover," she coos in horrible mimicry of human feeling, "you were just fine - my offspring will be strong and healthy, as your shaft was perfectly taken. She will not suffer for want of nourishment before hatching. You may even see our child," she giggles, "when the Time is upon us all. You, and all my others, will be ready for.. _use_.. long before. The spores will take your will soon, but I did want you to know... I enjoyed it, for a fleshy pleasure. Would that it was always such.." Shari averts her eyes from the newest addition and makes an odd gesture, gagging out a name too terrible for even one of these, and returns to roll up her blanket, plain-side-out. The blonde knows that the star-time is near, and would gladly exchange places with the unnamed man rather than play her long-promised and -rewarded part yet again... but that bargain is one certain thing in a changing universe. Kids, it's obvious that the "Innsmouth Look" is a bad thing; anyone can get it, and since it's genetic it passes into your kids, and theirs... so think twice before doing something stupid. No matter _how_ long they can hold their breath... Well, that was fun, wasn't it? Prettily-wrapped packages can have the most suprising contents, and our unnamed lifeguard found out. But, as they say, "there's other fish in the sea." Too bad it's those pesky amphibians with their own version of "catch and release", hmmm? This concludes the first episode of THE EDGE OF R'LYEH. I'm sure we can get some really _weird_ stuff flowing, with a little work. (Hey, this was an hour or two, with bare typo-editing while online. ) Create a character, or use an already-present identity ("Mr. Shiny's Day At The Playboy Mansion"?), and hop in; eventually, we can start threading things together for a Stars Come Right, Left and Center Again finale! Besides, it can be used to fuck with spammers - short bits with crossposters/advertisers as victims should do wonders, or at least make 'em nervous when they hear about it. ("Joe, remember that Make Money Fast you posted? You'll never believe this...") Ah well. Copyright me, but copy at will. If it costs money to get to, send some to me. If y'all want to modify/improve it, go 'head, but CC: a copy to me and add your name as collaborator? The Love-Craft Circle, forsooth! Don (yes, I'm fucking demented)