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Grotesque Erotic Revenge Fantasy
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Grotesque Erotic Revenge Fantasy
.... Once upon a time, Flatusius lay naked on a bed in an unkempt
chamber in his village's most notorious pleasure inn. The chamber was
illuminated by pulsing magenta torch light, and his own pulse raced as
he anticipated the arrival of Smeglorr. He could feel it everywhere; in
his head, in his chest, but most of all in the moist flesh between his
legs. His crotch reeked of raw animal lust, and as he looked up into the
ceiling's polished mirror, spreading his legs and opening himself with
trembling hands, a thick, blackish gas rose from his sex, drifting up to
the mirror like smoke from flaming oil. He longed to pleasure himself
now, to put an end to the burning, but knew that what he really wanted
was to let his desire swell until it would engulf and overwhelm Smeglorr
when he arrived.
He looked at the clock that stood against the wall. Nine o'clock. Three
more hours at least before Smeglorr would be there; possibly longer,
since he was often late. It felt like a prison sentence, to have to wait
so long. Desperate for distraction, Flatusius found a quill and ink and
began committing his grotesque desires to parchment, eagerly imagining
Smeglorr's pleased smile as he read of his longing for him, thin lips
pulled back from dark, rotting teeth, causing him to resemble a hideous
grinning skull still covered with decomposing flesh. Horrible as the
image was, it fascinated and aroused him, and he writhed on the bed in
fevered excitement, the dark gas now emanating more thickly from the
depths of his vagina. He pressed the finished letter to his dripping
vulva, as if to seal it with proof of its authenticity.
He must then have fallen asleep, somehow, for the next thing he was
aware of was Smeglorr standing before him, naked but for his jackboots,
leering down with filthy desire, his body caked with excrement and
crawling with small black insects. The stench made his head swim, but to
Flatusius, it was the smell of passion, and as the dark fumes rising
from his body danced in the flickering colored light, he held out both
arms to summon his fetid master to him.
"Smeglorr, oh Smeglorr," he gasped, "it has been so long, and I have
wanted you so much, burning, burning for you... come, let me set you
aflame, and we shall burn together in Paradise - or The Inferno!"
Smeglorr responded by opening his mouth to reveal the badly chewed but
still living body of a small grey rabbit, and, spreading his stinking
bootshod feet apart, dropped a large, wet turd on the floor. He spat the
bleeding animal onto the bed and tried to speak, but, as was often the
case when he came to Flatusius, he could only grunt and sputter, thick
clouds of noxious green gas welling forth from his gaping mouth and
obscuring his face as Flatusius watched from the bed.
Frustrated by speechlessness, he violently grasped his swollen penis,
which dripped a thick, foul-smelling fluid, and motioned as if to offer
it to Flatusius. He gasped in anticipation, and spread his legs wider,
as the monstrous organ took on a life of its own, growing longer and
longer, twisting and convulsing like a blind, dying snake. It dropped to
the blanket and crawled toward him, leaving a sticky trail of pus along
its path.
"Take me, my darling, my beloved, take me now, and take me hard, take me
to the very edge of death!", hissed Flatusius, and felt his own genitals
begin to twist and stretch to meet Smeglorr's. His elongating labia now
extended far from his body, convulsing and slapping against each other
with sharp, wet sounds.
Closer and closer their mutated genitals came, Smeglorr's organ
continuing its slow, spastic journey across the bed, the lips of
Flatusius's sex reaching out like a pair of hands from which the
fingers, bones and outer flesh had been removed. Now only inches
separated them. The dark, crusty head of Smeglorr's penis was swollen to
the size of a large goose egg, resembling a bloody tumor freshly excised
by a surgeon's knife. It spat out a thick glob of dark mucous, and
lunged forward - but blindly, missing the waiting lips. Again and again
it sought the embrace of Flatusius's outstretched flesh, only to fail
utterly at every attempt.
Finally, Smeglorr made a deep, guttural sigh, staring at the wretched
rodent that lay panting by the side of his clumsily animated organ.
Understanding the command, the animal slowly crawled toward the pulsing,
serpentine penis, and, taking the purple head in its sharp teeth, began
the slow struggle of dragging it toward the waiting vulva. Finally, with
the last drop of strength it still possessed, the rodent pressed the
organ's tip between the two red, wet lips, and collapsed, dead. Smeglorr
gasped as he felt the first touch of Flatusius's flesh against his own.
At that moment, a bright amber light filled the chamber.
Flatusius turned toward the source, and saw that his letter had exploded
into flame on the small wooden table beside the bed. Acrid smoke burned
their eyes, and both cringed in shock and fear, distended sexual organs
spontaneously recoiling from the contact which had just been made. What
seconds before had been a piece of parchment, covered with frantically
scrawled carnal cravings, was now but a small pile of glowing, flaky
embers.
Then the smoke that had risen from it began to swirl around in a
tightening circle, forming a small cyclone that dipped down to suck the
hot ash up into itself. The twisting funnel of smoke and ash then
dissipated as quickly as it had arisen, and the air was filled with tiny
descending flecks of burnt parchment, some still glowing red with the
heat of the unnatural conflagration.
Smeglorr stood rooted to his spot at the foot of the bed, staining his
boots with a flood of thin, diarrhetic feces as terror paralyzed him.
Flatusius wrapped himself instinctively in the blanket, and yet, even as
his mind struggled to comprehend the nightmarish event that had so
rudely interrupted their long-awaited union, he sensed that not an evil
force had brought it about. He knew, somehow, that something, someone,
was causing this to happen for his protection, and closed his eyes,
searching with his mind for the presence of the invisible redeemer.
Suddenly, his inner vision filled with a pure, golden light, and he
opened his eyes to seek out the source. There, in the doorway, looking
clean and strong and pure and beautiful, was another naked man, looking
intently at him with a mixture of love and rage. Flecks of ash fluttered
down onto his dark hair and beard, but disappeared immediately, like
snowflakes melting on a warm surface.
"Flatusius," he spoke, in a voice that was smooth and firm and caring.
"You do not belong here. This is not your place in this world. Come with
me. Please. Let me show you what life is for.
"But first, there is one small detail to which I must attend."
Flatusius was too stunned to respond, but his attraction to the stranger
was immediate and amazingly powerful. And so he watched, dumb struck, as
he slowly turned his gaze to the pathetic, trembling Smeglorr.
Raising a hand, the stranger gestured in disgust at the now withered
member that hung limply from Smeglorr's groin, and the sad organ
twitched as if struck by lightning and shot upwards, stretching
violently as if an invisible hand were pulling it with incredible force.
The penis stretched up and up, until it could stretch no more, and thin
rips began to appear along its sides, a trickle of fresh blood mingling
with the crusty layer of excrement and pus.
Smeglorr's entire body was then lifted by this same invisible force up
off the floor, propelling his rigid penis like an arrow into the ceiling
mirror. The glass at the point of impact shattered in a spider web of
radiating cracks, and over the sound of breaking glass could be heard a
horrible splattering sound. The penis head was now half embedded in the
fractured mirror, and glued fast by the festering fluid that it
continuously extruded.
The stranger smiled, and curled the fingers of his outstretched hand
into a tight ball that pulsed with the golden light Flatusius has first
perceived through his closed eyelids. Smeglorr's organ, taut as a catgut
viol string, now began to contract, pulling its helpless owner higher
and higher, up toward the mirror. He stared helplessly at the reflection
of his own terrified face, which loomed ever closer. When he was
suspended a short distance from the ceiling, the stranger gave a final
contemptuous wave of his hand, and the helpless Smeglorr began to spin
'round and 'round the axis of his penis, which twisted tighter and
tighter until it became a convoluted knot of blood-red flesh, its
owner's face finally drawn up flush against the mirror.
Then the rest of Smeglorr's body began to shrink and collapse in on
itself, his legs and arms curling up into grotesque fern like
appendages, his head and torso withering and shrinking. Yet even as they
shrank, his buttocks continued to rain down a sputtering stream of
liquid feces. The horrible process continued until the stinking boots
dropped to the floor and his entire body had been reduced to a single
large, roundish growth dangling off the tightly knotted member.
The stranger then slammed his fists together, and every mirror in the
room shattered explosively.
Flatusius raised his arms to protect himself from the falling shards of
glass, but was amazed to find that they landed softly on him and melted
into thin, pale vapor without cutting or causing the slightest pain. The
magenta torch light that had lit the chamber now brightened and began to
change in hue, until all was bathed in a rich amber radiance,
illuminating only Flatusius and the stranger, who stood silently,
watching. No trace remained now of Smeglorr, or the mirrors, or anything
else he remembered seeing when he first entered. Then the glow faded
away, diffusing through the chamber as it diminished, and as he found
himself in almost total darkness and silence, Flatusius felt the
stranger lie down beside him.
When his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, he saw that the pleasure
chamber had been transformed into a plain, wooden-walled bedchamber,
containing a tall case of elegantly bound books on telecommunications
theory, an ivory dresser covered with a dazzling array of beautiful
objects, and the bed on which he and the stranger lay. Then, as he
looked again at the dresser, a set of four small oil lamps winked into
delicate flame, and a soothing, wordless music filled the air.
It made no sense, but he knew, somehow, that he was home, and that the
stranger's name was Mango, and that his place was with him, to love and
be loved with a passion and depth that transcended the ugly animal
couplings he had so craved with other partners.
And he was still there with him, smiling now, a warm, caring smile that
filled Flatusius with the deepest sense of comfort and security he had
ever known. Moving closer on the bed beside him - no trace remained of
the ugly stains that had been there only moments before - he slowly,
almost shyly, reached out to take his hand.
Flatusius sank into the stranger's presence as into a warm pool of
water. His eyes sparkled with a deep inner light, and he could feel the
same light suffusing his entire body, healing, transforming, liberating.
He felt beautiful and elegant, but most of all, deeply loved, and the
two embraced with a profound passion that was at once erotic and chaste.
"There is much love to be made between us, Flatusius, and together we
will share delicious intimacies that you have not yet known, even in
dreams. We will live and love, together, here, as 'top' and 'bottom'. I
regret that I had to take so roughly from you this part of your own
past, but I could not endure its existence, even only as a memory, if I
am to love and be loved by you. And so I worked this pure, white magic,
with forces from the primal depths of my Sodomite nature. Forgive me if
I frightened you. It was only that hideous environment - and that other
male entity - which had to be destroyed. You, I want with all my heart
to protect from all harm, and I have done so tonight.
"But let us rest now, let us sleep; and when we awake, we will be
together in a different world, and a different time, and a very
different life. May I put out these lights and hold you to me?"
Flatusius looked deeply into Mango's eyes, with a love he knew was
already years old and would last for years and years to come. He softly
answered, "Yes, my darling, let us sleep now, together, close, and warm,
and loving. I know now who we are, and where we are, and why we are. So
put out the lights, my beloved new master, and hold me tight in the warm
surrounding darkness that only makes us more keenly aware of each
other's presence."
Then, as magically as they had sparkled into life, one by one the little
oil lamps extinguished themselves, and the music softened until all
there was to be heard was the sweet music of two lovers breathing,
embraced in deep, healing slumber, and the occasional soft puff of a
nocturnal flatus.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End
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