Well at the request of ticklingnemesis and the foolish urging of Admiral Trouser I let the brain off the leash to bring you another caffeine-fuelled tale of ancient evil in a cute fluffy wrapping. If you suffer from illusions of sanity you may want to skip this one, but in all honesty I haven’t had this much fun writing a story for some time and if nothing else it’s a hell of a ride.
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Bonnie sighed and tried to concentrate on the story staring at her from the computer screen. She’d promised Gabe she’d try and get through both draft tales he’d been working on before he got back, and thanks to the rather strange dream surrounding her latest high-power coffee experiment she hadn’t managed to work through either. Now she was franticly paging through them, making mental notes of anything she thought could be improved while trying her best not to imagine herself in the situations her significant other had described in such vivid detail. Frustrated she glanced at the clock and realised there was simply no way she was going to get done in time and, with a sigh, stood and headed for the kitchen. Of course that meant she’d have to pay a forfeit but that wasn’t exactly something she feared, in fact the thought of Gabe trying out some of his latest story ideas on her was anything but scary.
As she stepped into the corridor she noticed an odd glow coming from the living room, a dull green light creeping around the edges of the door that stirred something at the back of her mind, but for the life of her she couldn’t work out what it was. Curious she pushed the door open and stepped inside, walking into the middle of the room and looking around. She couldn’t see any obvious source for the glow, it just seemed to be everywhere, and she turned to flick the light switch on to get a better look for anything out of the ordinary. As she turned she registered a shape diving at her and suddenly she found herself on her back, her arms being pushed up as something settled around her stomach and hips, holding her in place. There was a brief burst of light and suddenly she found herself quite unable to move her arms. No matter how much she struggled she simply couldn’t budge them, it was as if the floor had become a giant piece of fly paper.
Bonnie felt something pushing at her legs and she fought desperately to resist. But whoever, or whatever, it was on top of her was just too strong and slowly, inexorably Bonnie felt her legs move outwards until the same sticky feeling washed over her and she found herself trapped, spread-eagled on the floor and helpless. The light rose and Bonnie felt her heart stop beating as she saw the face above her. The face that had haunted her dreams the last few nights, a face that always left her scared, exhausted and yet incredibly turned on every time it appeared to her. The face of Amy Lee.
“Oh…oh my god, no. This can’t be real, it can’t!” Bonnie stammered, renewing her efforts to escape to no avail.
“I’m afraid it’s quite real.” The voice spoke from somewhere above her, deep and booming, a voice she had heard in her dreams right alongside the vision that was currently straddling her stomach. “Time to finish what we started.” Bonnie craned her neck and could just make out the outline of a walking, talking, stuffed toy version of the Great Old One Cthulhu standing on top of the television set.
“What…whahahaht do you meeeeeeean?” Bonnie asked, with some difficulty as Amy had already started running her fingers over the thin t-shirt Bonnie was wearing, that devilishly light touch finding the same ticklish spots that had been so effective before.
“Fear. You said yourself you no longer fear me, or my kind, it is time to prove you wrong. Tonight is your last night of sanity mortal, use it well.”
As Cthulhu finished speaking Amy dove into the attack, hands sliding under the t-shirt that covered her victims flesh, seeking out ribs and stomach, sliding a finger down into her oh-so-sensitive belly button and teasing the undersides of her breasts with delicate fluttering touches, all in the space of a few seconds. Bonnie was still feeling the effects of Gabes’ literature and the sudden change in her situation was far too much for her to cope with, especially with this woman administering her torture. She broke down into hysterics, her body bucking and writhing weekly, denied any real freedom by the glowing green bonds that held her.
As she howled her laughter seemed to stretch out, penetrating the room and then the flat, sending sparks along shelves and walls, sparks that seemed to ground in certain, specific places. Gradually she became aware of an odd shuffling sound, as if a really big sock was being dragged along the world’s fluffiest carpet. From the darkness they came, a small army of stuffed creatures, teddy bears and glove puppets, plush toys and novelty slippers. As they passed by each would brush against her bare soles, sending renewed ticklish sensations flashing through her, each touch different depending on the exact material the creature was made from. She felt something soft brush against her toes that seemed almost familiar. She snapped her head down and, forcing her eyes open through her laughter, saw Ricky the Racoon walk by, pausing to nod in acknowledgment at her before joining the rest of his kind in front of the TV set, all bowing before their plush overlord.
At an unseen signal they turned to face Bonnie, and she felt Amys’ fingers slow and lie still against her ribs, as if waiting for something. Bonnie felt her heart beat faster as the silence drew out to an almost unbearable degree, then from nowhere a fast paced, up-tempo beat pulsed into the room and as one the fluffy forces of doom began a beautifully choreographed musical number:
We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy,
and in this adventure we'll be feasting on your brains.
We're abysmal creatures, with gross horrific features.
In Cthuloid adventures, lose alot of sanity.
So here's Miskatonic U. where all the creatures dwell,
take a look at a mythos book and find yourself in hell.
Your guns aren't defective, they just aren't real effective.
Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start.
Your magic, and voodo will not stop Great Cthulhu.
Don't eat with the Tchoo Tchoo, and the Migo steal your brain!
Here's Narly, Tsathoggua, over there's Cthugha,
don't forget Ithaqua, and Hastur hates his name.
So here's sunken R'lyeh where the angles are all wrong.
You'll lose your soul, and go insane if you stay there too long.
We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy,
Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start.
And now we'll eat your heart…
As the surprisingly catchy tune ended Amy pounced, her fingers digging in and driving Bonnie well beyond anything she’d consider her natural limit. She howled and screamed, helpless to stop the outpouring of laughter that threatened to drive her over the edge and into madness, feeling the abyss opening before her. Then Bonnie heard a new sound over her own laughter, a sound that her besieged mind interpreted after a lengthy pause as the front door slamming shut.
"Honey, I'm home!" Gabe called from the hallway. "God, you would not believe the trip I've had, picked up the wrong jar at the supermarket, got the decaf instead of the proper stuff..."
Gabe opened the door to the living room and stopped dead, his backpack slipping from his shoulder as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. There, standing on top of the television was what appeared to be a talking, walking stuffed toy which, on closer inspection, seemed to have a striking resemblance to the plush Cthulhu he normally kept by his computer. Arranged around the fluffy green elder god was a bizarre mix of creatures, all of which seemed to be rather familiar and suffering the same attack of terminal cuteness that had befallen Cthulhu. Worse, they appeared to be engaged in some sort of ritual as they bowed in perfect unison to their safe-for-the-under-three's god. Despite this downright weird sight, Gabe found his attention drawn to the apparent focus of the ritual as Bonnie panted for breath beneath a woman he had never actually seen before but recognised instantly. Even the sight of his sweetheart naked and in a situation she obviously wasn't in control of was momentarily defeated as he struggled to not to start drooling at the sight of the Goth goddess as she gazed up at him, her hands still moving absent-mindedly over her victims body.
"Ooooooookay. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that tuna sandwich on the train." Gabe muttered as Amy stood in one graceful move to place herself between Gabe and Bonnie.
"Oh... oh god, Gabe, get me out of here, please!" Bonnie yelled, her body still held tight to the floor. Gabe took a step forward and to his right, intending to walk past the dark vision in front of him, only for her to move with him, a smile on her face that leant her a menacing air. Gabe moved left and she followed him, matching every attempt to step round her, the smile never leaving her face. After a few attempts Gabe stopped and tried to work out a new plan. As he did so Amy slowly raised her right hand, index finger raised as she waggled a 'naughty naughty' gesture at him.
"Come on Gabe, what's the hold up?" Bonnie yelled, getting nervous now at the delay.
"Slight problem, Amy here doesn't seem to want to let me past."
"She's not real you ninny, just thump her out the way!"
"Umm, I get the feeling that real or not, trying to hit her would be A Bad Thing lass."
"GABE!"
"Alright, alright, but I've got a bad feeling about this." Gabe muttered, backing up a few paces to give himself a little more room to move. He lunged forward, fist sailing in from the right in a picture perfect blow. Which came to a screeching halt as Amy seemed to blur, her arm coming up and around to both block his punch and lock his arm out in front of him. She winked at him as he stared in shock, then turned, twisted, and sent Gabe flying over her shoulder and into the far wall with a resounding crash.
"Gabe! Are you alright?" Bonnie yelled.
"Yeah, strangely enough that didn't really hurt much" Gabe replied, picking himself up off the floor and turning to face his opponent. "Let's try that again." This time he was more cautious, stepping forward slowly and throwing a couple of quick jabs out, watching carefully as she easily blocked the shots but didn't try any sort of counter blow. Gabe twisted, pivoting on his left foot as he launched a vicious spin kick towards her left ear. Once more Amy moved impossibly quickly, locking his leg in both hands and holding it locked in place as Gabe was reduced to hoping up and down to keep his balance. He glanced back towards her and saw her blow him a kiss before, with no apparent effort, throwing him up to the ceiling. Another crash echoed through the room, but much to his surprise Gabe didn't fall back to the floor. Instead he seemed to stick to the ceiling, his hair hanging straight down as he looked at Amy, Bonnie and the plush army below, yet he could walk and move as if down were up.
He didn't get much time to think about it though as Amy seemed to walk up down the wall towards him, cracking her knuckles as she came, her attitude that of someone who'd had enough playing around. The kick caught him square in the stomach and he went down hard, gasping for air as she followed him down. The next thing Gabe knew Amy had wrapped her legs around his shoulders, her thighs resting on his face as her hands reached down and slipped under his shirt. Her nails found his ribs and Gabe knew he was in trouble.
His laughter was muffled by her thighs, as was any air that might have been sucked into his lungs. Within seconds Gabe felt his vision start to fade and he realised that if he didn’t do something quickly he was going to end up either unconscious or dead by asphyxiation. He kicked franticly, trying to rock Amy off from her perch but she simply tightened her grip around his shoulders and rode him as if she did this every night. She slid forward slightly, her hands sliding under the waistband of his trousers to find his hips.
The feel of her nails against his waist gave Gabe a rush of renewed strength. Bringing both hands up and laying them flat on her perfect backside he gave one tremendous heave. She flew off his face and landed stretched out on his body, her mouth perfectly positioned for something he shouldn’t be thinking about with his significant other watching proceedings from below. Somewhat reluctantly Gabe twisted right, throwing Amy off his body and rolling away before regaining his vertical base.
Amy stood with a grace that reminded him of elves in the great fantasy novels, the look on her face one of a curious excitement as she moved towards him. In her eagerness she abandoned some of her earlier caution and, as she strode towards him Gabe saw his chance.
He dove down, his legs out in front as he wrapped them around Amy's shins. She was caught off balance and toppled down alongside him. Gabe wasted no time in shifting to bring his weight on top of her, holding her down and hopefully keeping her helpless. She twisted and bucked underneath him in an effort to escape and Gabe found himself working flat out to keep her in place. Despite the effort he was having to put in, some small part of his brain whispered seductively that he was wrestling with Amy Lee and that he'd never get this particular opportunity ever again and why wasn't he taking full advantage of it? It was an argument Gabe didn't have an answer to and so, he leant forward, lost in the moment and the battle for this one thing that, right at that instant, he wanted more than anything else. She tried to pull back, pull away and escape but there was nowhere to go and slowly, inevitably he drew closer. With one last effort their lips touched and Gabe felt a spark shoot through him, as if he'd touched a live wire. Amy shuddered, a tremble that seemed to start at the crown of her head and pass through her whole body before ending. She looked up, and suddenly there was something in her eyes that had been missing before. She stopped struggling and simply stared at Gabe until, in response to some unheard command, he slid off her and let her up.
They stared at each other for a moment, only to be interrupted from a voice below them. "Ah-hem! If it's not too much trouble is there any chance of a little help over here?" Bonnie asked.
"Huh? Oh, right, be there in just a second love, now how do we get down from hereeeeee" Gabe asked, the last word getting dragged out as reality seemed to realise that two people should not be standing on the ceiling as if gravity had taken the day off. Amy and Gabe landed in a tangled heap on the floor and the "whoof" that came from somewhere at the bottom of the heap was evidence enough that Gabe at least had had the wind knocked out of him. They managed to make it back to their feet and turned to face Bonnie, but as they moved forward to help her a river of green flame erupted between them. The flames licked upward, scorching the ceiling and leaving behind a dull, glowing sentence. The same word repeated three times in an unearthly light.
"Umm, I know I may not want to know the answer to this question." Bonnie said as she read the odd message. "But is there some deep cosmic significance to the word Hastur?"
"Huh?" Gabe asked, the roar of the flame masking her words.
"Hastur!" Bonnie yelled back. "Is there any reason why that word's written three times on the ceiling? What is a Hastur anyway?"
The instant her question ended the ground started to shake, the room itself seeming to roll as if it were a ship on the tide. The flames still burnt brightly, but their noise had vanished, replace instead with a dull rumbling that seemed to be getting louder.
"By any chance did you just say the H-word three times?" Gabe yelled.
"What, Hast...?"
"NO! Do me a favour, don't say that any more, okay?"
"Why?"
"I'll explain later, right now I think we're about to have company."
The rumble peaked, there was a flash of green lightning and lying about three feet away from Bonnies’ helpless toes was what looked for all the world like an oil slick.
"You know," Gabe said, looking at the new arrival, "for all powerful demons of the elder days you guys really have a pathetic special effects budget. I mean this stuff wasn't scary back in the eighties, how on earth do you think you're going to terrify the cynical downtrodden masses with such a corny show?"
"Ah, your companion has shown us the way." Cthulhu replied, "Allow Hastur to demonstrate..." With that the oil slick seemed to come alive, rolling up and touching the bottom of Bonnies feet, spreading out to cover first her soles, then her toes. For a moment nothing happened, then Bonnie threw her head back and howled with laughter.
“N….NOOOO!!! Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Thattickles, stopstopstop, itticklestooMUCH! NAHAHAHAHAHAH” Gabe watched in horror as the oil slick seemed to move and writhe over his lovers skin, moving in a pattern that seemed in some mind-bending way, to have more than the usual three dimensions to it. Whatever it was doing it was quite clearly something Bonnie couldn’t stand as she was already reduced to a helpless, tear streaked mess, her laughter bouncing off the walls as if it were a living creature. Then he noticed that the black liquid wasn’t staying still, instead it was starting to climb, moving up her legs, seemingly melting her clothing as it went. The result was what looked like a liquid rubber second skin overlaying Bonnies’ curvaceous form, an arresting sight but the sounds being ripped from her throat were a clear indication she wasn’t enjoying the experience.
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Bonnie sighed and tried to concentrate on the story staring at her from the computer screen. She’d promised Gabe she’d try and get through both draft tales he’d been working on before he got back, and thanks to the rather strange dream surrounding her latest high-power coffee experiment she hadn’t managed to work through either. Now she was franticly paging through them, making mental notes of anything she thought could be improved while trying her best not to imagine herself in the situations her significant other had described in such vivid detail. Frustrated she glanced at the clock and realised there was simply no way she was going to get done in time and, with a sigh, stood and headed for the kitchen. Of course that meant she’d have to pay a forfeit but that wasn’t exactly something she feared, in fact the thought of Gabe trying out some of his latest story ideas on her was anything but scary.
As she stepped into the corridor she noticed an odd glow coming from the living room, a dull green light creeping around the edges of the door that stirred something at the back of her mind, but for the life of her she couldn’t work out what it was. Curious she pushed the door open and stepped inside, walking into the middle of the room and looking around. She couldn’t see any obvious source for the glow, it just seemed to be everywhere, and she turned to flick the light switch on to get a better look for anything out of the ordinary. As she turned she registered a shape diving at her and suddenly she found herself on her back, her arms being pushed up as something settled around her stomach and hips, holding her in place. There was a brief burst of light and suddenly she found herself quite unable to move her arms. No matter how much she struggled she simply couldn’t budge them, it was as if the floor had become a giant piece of fly paper.
Bonnie felt something pushing at her legs and she fought desperately to resist. But whoever, or whatever, it was on top of her was just too strong and slowly, inexorably Bonnie felt her legs move outwards until the same sticky feeling washed over her and she found herself trapped, spread-eagled on the floor and helpless. The light rose and Bonnie felt her heart stop beating as she saw the face above her. The face that had haunted her dreams the last few nights, a face that always left her scared, exhausted and yet incredibly turned on every time it appeared to her. The face of Amy Lee.
“Oh…oh my god, no. This can’t be real, it can’t!” Bonnie stammered, renewing her efforts to escape to no avail.
“I’m afraid it’s quite real.” The voice spoke from somewhere above her, deep and booming, a voice she had heard in her dreams right alongside the vision that was currently straddling her stomach. “Time to finish what we started.” Bonnie craned her neck and could just make out the outline of a walking, talking, stuffed toy version of the Great Old One Cthulhu standing on top of the television set.
“What…whahahaht do you meeeeeeean?” Bonnie asked, with some difficulty as Amy had already started running her fingers over the thin t-shirt Bonnie was wearing, that devilishly light touch finding the same ticklish spots that had been so effective before.
“Fear. You said yourself you no longer fear me, or my kind, it is time to prove you wrong. Tonight is your last night of sanity mortal, use it well.”
As Cthulhu finished speaking Amy dove into the attack, hands sliding under the t-shirt that covered her victims flesh, seeking out ribs and stomach, sliding a finger down into her oh-so-sensitive belly button and teasing the undersides of her breasts with delicate fluttering touches, all in the space of a few seconds. Bonnie was still feeling the effects of Gabes’ literature and the sudden change in her situation was far too much for her to cope with, especially with this woman administering her torture. She broke down into hysterics, her body bucking and writhing weekly, denied any real freedom by the glowing green bonds that held her.
As she howled her laughter seemed to stretch out, penetrating the room and then the flat, sending sparks along shelves and walls, sparks that seemed to ground in certain, specific places. Gradually she became aware of an odd shuffling sound, as if a really big sock was being dragged along the world’s fluffiest carpet. From the darkness they came, a small army of stuffed creatures, teddy bears and glove puppets, plush toys and novelty slippers. As they passed by each would brush against her bare soles, sending renewed ticklish sensations flashing through her, each touch different depending on the exact material the creature was made from. She felt something soft brush against her toes that seemed almost familiar. She snapped her head down and, forcing her eyes open through her laughter, saw Ricky the Racoon walk by, pausing to nod in acknowledgment at her before joining the rest of his kind in front of the TV set, all bowing before their plush overlord.
At an unseen signal they turned to face Bonnie, and she felt Amys’ fingers slow and lie still against her ribs, as if waiting for something. Bonnie felt her heart beat faster as the silence drew out to an almost unbearable degree, then from nowhere a fast paced, up-tempo beat pulsed into the room and as one the fluffy forces of doom began a beautifully choreographed musical number:
We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy,
and in this adventure we'll be feasting on your brains.
We're abysmal creatures, with gross horrific features.
In Cthuloid adventures, lose alot of sanity.
So here's Miskatonic U. where all the creatures dwell,
take a look at a mythos book and find yourself in hell.
Your guns aren't defective, they just aren't real effective.
Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start.
Your magic, and voodo will not stop Great Cthulhu.
Don't eat with the Tchoo Tchoo, and the Migo steal your brain!
Here's Narly, Tsathoggua, over there's Cthugha,
don't forget Ithaqua, and Hastur hates his name.
So here's sunken R'lyeh where the angles are all wrong.
You'll lose your soul, and go insane if you stay there too long.
We're slimey, we're squishy, we're all a little fishy,
Our feast of human flesh and souls is about to start.
And now we'll eat your heart…
As the surprisingly catchy tune ended Amy pounced, her fingers digging in and driving Bonnie well beyond anything she’d consider her natural limit. She howled and screamed, helpless to stop the outpouring of laughter that threatened to drive her over the edge and into madness, feeling the abyss opening before her. Then Bonnie heard a new sound over her own laughter, a sound that her besieged mind interpreted after a lengthy pause as the front door slamming shut.
"Honey, I'm home!" Gabe called from the hallway. "God, you would not believe the trip I've had, picked up the wrong jar at the supermarket, got the decaf instead of the proper stuff..."
Gabe opened the door to the living room and stopped dead, his backpack slipping from his shoulder as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. There, standing on top of the television was what appeared to be a talking, walking stuffed toy which, on closer inspection, seemed to have a striking resemblance to the plush Cthulhu he normally kept by his computer. Arranged around the fluffy green elder god was a bizarre mix of creatures, all of which seemed to be rather familiar and suffering the same attack of terminal cuteness that had befallen Cthulhu. Worse, they appeared to be engaged in some sort of ritual as they bowed in perfect unison to their safe-for-the-under-three's god. Despite this downright weird sight, Gabe found his attention drawn to the apparent focus of the ritual as Bonnie panted for breath beneath a woman he had never actually seen before but recognised instantly. Even the sight of his sweetheart naked and in a situation she obviously wasn't in control of was momentarily defeated as he struggled to not to start drooling at the sight of the Goth goddess as she gazed up at him, her hands still moving absent-mindedly over her victims body.
"Ooooooookay. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that tuna sandwich on the train." Gabe muttered as Amy stood in one graceful move to place herself between Gabe and Bonnie.
"Oh... oh god, Gabe, get me out of here, please!" Bonnie yelled, her body still held tight to the floor. Gabe took a step forward and to his right, intending to walk past the dark vision in front of him, only for her to move with him, a smile on her face that leant her a menacing air. Gabe moved left and she followed him, matching every attempt to step round her, the smile never leaving her face. After a few attempts Gabe stopped and tried to work out a new plan. As he did so Amy slowly raised her right hand, index finger raised as she waggled a 'naughty naughty' gesture at him.
"Come on Gabe, what's the hold up?" Bonnie yelled, getting nervous now at the delay.
"Slight problem, Amy here doesn't seem to want to let me past."
"She's not real you ninny, just thump her out the way!"
"Umm, I get the feeling that real or not, trying to hit her would be A Bad Thing lass."
"GABE!"
"Alright, alright, but I've got a bad feeling about this." Gabe muttered, backing up a few paces to give himself a little more room to move. He lunged forward, fist sailing in from the right in a picture perfect blow. Which came to a screeching halt as Amy seemed to blur, her arm coming up and around to both block his punch and lock his arm out in front of him. She winked at him as he stared in shock, then turned, twisted, and sent Gabe flying over her shoulder and into the far wall with a resounding crash.
"Gabe! Are you alright?" Bonnie yelled.
"Yeah, strangely enough that didn't really hurt much" Gabe replied, picking himself up off the floor and turning to face his opponent. "Let's try that again." This time he was more cautious, stepping forward slowly and throwing a couple of quick jabs out, watching carefully as she easily blocked the shots but didn't try any sort of counter blow. Gabe twisted, pivoting on his left foot as he launched a vicious spin kick towards her left ear. Once more Amy moved impossibly quickly, locking his leg in both hands and holding it locked in place as Gabe was reduced to hoping up and down to keep his balance. He glanced back towards her and saw her blow him a kiss before, with no apparent effort, throwing him up to the ceiling. Another crash echoed through the room, but much to his surprise Gabe didn't fall back to the floor. Instead he seemed to stick to the ceiling, his hair hanging straight down as he looked at Amy, Bonnie and the plush army below, yet he could walk and move as if down were up.
He didn't get much time to think about it though as Amy seemed to walk up down the wall towards him, cracking her knuckles as she came, her attitude that of someone who'd had enough playing around. The kick caught him square in the stomach and he went down hard, gasping for air as she followed him down. The next thing Gabe knew Amy had wrapped her legs around his shoulders, her thighs resting on his face as her hands reached down and slipped under his shirt. Her nails found his ribs and Gabe knew he was in trouble.
His laughter was muffled by her thighs, as was any air that might have been sucked into his lungs. Within seconds Gabe felt his vision start to fade and he realised that if he didn’t do something quickly he was going to end up either unconscious or dead by asphyxiation. He kicked franticly, trying to rock Amy off from her perch but she simply tightened her grip around his shoulders and rode him as if she did this every night. She slid forward slightly, her hands sliding under the waistband of his trousers to find his hips.
The feel of her nails against his waist gave Gabe a rush of renewed strength. Bringing both hands up and laying them flat on her perfect backside he gave one tremendous heave. She flew off his face and landed stretched out on his body, her mouth perfectly positioned for something he shouldn’t be thinking about with his significant other watching proceedings from below. Somewhat reluctantly Gabe twisted right, throwing Amy off his body and rolling away before regaining his vertical base.
Amy stood with a grace that reminded him of elves in the great fantasy novels, the look on her face one of a curious excitement as she moved towards him. In her eagerness she abandoned some of her earlier caution and, as she strode towards him Gabe saw his chance.
He dove down, his legs out in front as he wrapped them around Amy's shins. She was caught off balance and toppled down alongside him. Gabe wasted no time in shifting to bring his weight on top of her, holding her down and hopefully keeping her helpless. She twisted and bucked underneath him in an effort to escape and Gabe found himself working flat out to keep her in place. Despite the effort he was having to put in, some small part of his brain whispered seductively that he was wrestling with Amy Lee and that he'd never get this particular opportunity ever again and why wasn't he taking full advantage of it? It was an argument Gabe didn't have an answer to and so, he leant forward, lost in the moment and the battle for this one thing that, right at that instant, he wanted more than anything else. She tried to pull back, pull away and escape but there was nowhere to go and slowly, inevitably he drew closer. With one last effort their lips touched and Gabe felt a spark shoot through him, as if he'd touched a live wire. Amy shuddered, a tremble that seemed to start at the crown of her head and pass through her whole body before ending. She looked up, and suddenly there was something in her eyes that had been missing before. She stopped struggling and simply stared at Gabe until, in response to some unheard command, he slid off her and let her up.
They stared at each other for a moment, only to be interrupted from a voice below them. "Ah-hem! If it's not too much trouble is there any chance of a little help over here?" Bonnie asked.
"Huh? Oh, right, be there in just a second love, now how do we get down from hereeeeee" Gabe asked, the last word getting dragged out as reality seemed to realise that two people should not be standing on the ceiling as if gravity had taken the day off. Amy and Gabe landed in a tangled heap on the floor and the "whoof" that came from somewhere at the bottom of the heap was evidence enough that Gabe at least had had the wind knocked out of him. They managed to make it back to their feet and turned to face Bonnie, but as they moved forward to help her a river of green flame erupted between them. The flames licked upward, scorching the ceiling and leaving behind a dull, glowing sentence. The same word repeated three times in an unearthly light.
"Umm, I know I may not want to know the answer to this question." Bonnie said as she read the odd message. "But is there some deep cosmic significance to the word Hastur?"
"Huh?" Gabe asked, the roar of the flame masking her words.
"Hastur!" Bonnie yelled back. "Is there any reason why that word's written three times on the ceiling? What is a Hastur anyway?"
The instant her question ended the ground started to shake, the room itself seeming to roll as if it were a ship on the tide. The flames still burnt brightly, but their noise had vanished, replace instead with a dull rumbling that seemed to be getting louder.
"By any chance did you just say the H-word three times?" Gabe yelled.
"What, Hast...?"
"NO! Do me a favour, don't say that any more, okay?"
"Why?"
"I'll explain later, right now I think we're about to have company."
The rumble peaked, there was a flash of green lightning and lying about three feet away from Bonnies’ helpless toes was what looked for all the world like an oil slick.
"You know," Gabe said, looking at the new arrival, "for all powerful demons of the elder days you guys really have a pathetic special effects budget. I mean this stuff wasn't scary back in the eighties, how on earth do you think you're going to terrify the cynical downtrodden masses with such a corny show?"
"Ah, your companion has shown us the way." Cthulhu replied, "Allow Hastur to demonstrate..." With that the oil slick seemed to come alive, rolling up and touching the bottom of Bonnies feet, spreading out to cover first her soles, then her toes. For a moment nothing happened, then Bonnie threw her head back and howled with laughter.
“N….NOOOO!!! Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Thattickles, stopstopstop, itticklestooMUCH! NAHAHAHAHAHAH” Gabe watched in horror as the oil slick seemed to move and writhe over his lovers skin, moving in a pattern that seemed in some mind-bending way, to have more than the usual three dimensions to it. Whatever it was doing it was quite clearly something Bonnie couldn’t stand as she was already reduced to a helpless, tear streaked mess, her laughter bouncing off the walls as if it were a living creature. Then he noticed that the black liquid wasn’t staying still, instead it was starting to climb, moving up her legs, seemingly melting her clothing as it went. The result was what looked like a liquid rubber second skin overlaying Bonnies’ curvaceous form, an arresting sight but the sounds being ripped from her throat were a clear indication she wasn’t enjoying the experience.
