Low_Roads
4th Level Black Feather
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... in which our hero suffers from over-exposure...
Dissolve from the previous scene to the ominous twilight INTERIOR world beneath the canopy of the Holly Wood. The party’s ponies march along a narrow, well-worn path, as darkness looms threateningly on either side.
Gropie: This is awful! It reminds me of a tattoo parlor I was in once.
Loosie: Did you get any work done there?
Gropie: Yeah, but I can’t show it.
Loosie: Why not?
Gropie: The guy never finished it.
Loosie: What was it supposed to say?
Gropie: “Bitchin' Babe!”
At last they come to a wide spot in the trail.
Dildo: Might as well stop for a break. We may not get another chance this good.
The girls descend from their horses to stretch, setting up a small camp. Because of the eerie, undefined noises coming from the surrounding blackness, they huddle together in a tight group.
Dildo: (nudging Sleezie) Hey!
Sleezie: (annoyed) What is it?
Dildo makes furtive gestures for her to follow.
Sleezie: (once they’re alone) So, what do you want? (Dildo makes an obscene thrusting motion with his pelvis.) Are you insane?!
Dildo: Keep your voice down!
Sleezie: (indignant) I’m not gonna let you fork me here, right in front of everybody! What do you think I am, an exhibitionist?
Dildo: No! You’re right! We definitely need privacy. Like out there, for instance. (indicating the forbidding woods.)
Sleezie: In the middle of all that unknown danger? (appraising) This isn’t like you, Dildo. You don’t like to take chances!
Dildo: (proudly) That was the old me, baby! There’s been some changes made! (seductively) Changes I think you’re really gonna like! I’ve been aching to try out something new. But the lights have to be low first.
Sleezie: (teasingly) Shy, huh? Okay. I’ll take a chance. Besides, I’ve always wondered if it’s true what they say about Throbbits! (exiting into the woods.)
Dildo: (fondling the ring, lovingly) You got no idea, hon!
Cut back to the other girls, who have built a meager campfire.
Ditzee: So whatta you gals plan to do once we reach Bare-Adore?
Afrodo: Me, I’m gonna take all them fool rube tourists between my legs and squeeze their pockets dry!
Floozie: I’m headed for the stage! I’ve got a lap dance to shorten their life expectancies! How about you?
Ditzee: Maybe I’ll specialize in hand jobs. (holding out her fingers to admire) Ever seen pinkies that perfect!
From off-screen, Sleezie shrieks with uncontrollable abandon.
Ditzee: C’mon! They’re not that bad!
Cut to the dim woods and a post-coital Dildo and Sleezie. She’s in a reverie. He’s invisible, but it’s too dark for her to notice.
Sleezie: Mister Dildo Dinkwood! You just rocked my world!
Dildo: (removing the ring to become visible once more) You hit the moon, all right. You were screaming loud enough to wake the dead! (kissing the ring, then slipping it into his pocket.)
Unbeknownst to them, evil yellow eyes have appeared in the darkness. Cut to the low, concealed forms of two gigantic spiders.
1st Spider: Intruders! What rare luck! We must tell the chief at once!
Cut to a spot deep within the forest. An expansive, cottony nest serves as headquarters for the chief of the spiders, a mountainously flabby monstrosity with eight shining eyes, eight pendulous breasts, and eight rigid, protruding dicks. With its eight spindly arms it examines various reports and photos. It sits behind a wooden desk with the name-plate: “He-Shelob, Editor-in-Chief”.
1st Spider: (entering in a rush) Stop the presses, boss! There’s fresh meat in the forest!
He-Shelob: (in a croaking butch voice) You know what to do.
Cut back to the supine, cuddling Dildo and Sleezie. Hundreds of sets of slitty yellow eyes wink open all around them. Scores of spiders creep from the trees and bushes toward the unsuspecting couple. They pause within striking range, then instantly whip out flash cameras, bathing the area in a sea of strobing light.
Dildo: (realizing the menace) Oh shit! It’s the Octarazzi! We gotta run for it!
Sleezie: (shielding her face with her arms) Leave us alone! We only want our privacy!
Dildo and Sleezie dash back to the camp, but it’s too late. The spiders have already arrived. They chase the frantic girls, snapping off photos and hounding them for interviews.
1st Spider: Is it true that you slept with over four hundred leprechauns on St. Patrick’s Day?
Gropie: Don’t you dare print that!
2nd Spider: (angling for a better picture, while Floozie fends him off) C’mon, show us your face! Don’t be shy! You know you want it! I’ll make you famous!
Three of the spiders gleefully circle Ditzee, who cowers against a tree.
3rd Spider: (poking her belly button) Press!
4th Spider: (poking her belly button) Press!
5th Spider: (grabbing her tits) Pull!
6th Spider: (chasing after Humpie) Weren’t you caught sneaking into the Royal stables with an enema syringe?
Afrodo slowly power-presses a spider against a tree trunk, squishing its gooey guts out.
Afrodo: I’ll show you the power of the press!
EXTERIOR aerial long-shot of the top of the forest, as flashes light up the interior.
7th Spider: (voice-over) Give me your opinion on dwarf/giant sex!
8th Spider: (voice-over) Do you think pixie dust will ever replace the pill?
9th Spider: (voice-over) Inquiring minds want to know!
Fade out.
Next week – Scene 9: “Naked Aggression”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 9: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=35266
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Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 8: “Flash Peddlers”.
Lord of the Wrongs
Scene 8: “Flash Peddlers”.
Dissolve from the previous scene to the ominous twilight INTERIOR world beneath the canopy of the Holly Wood. The party’s ponies march along a narrow, well-worn path, as darkness looms threateningly on either side.
Gropie: This is awful! It reminds me of a tattoo parlor I was in once.
Loosie: Did you get any work done there?
Gropie: Yeah, but I can’t show it.
Loosie: Why not?
Gropie: The guy never finished it.
Loosie: What was it supposed to say?
Gropie: “Bitchin' Babe!”
At last they come to a wide spot in the trail.
Dildo: Might as well stop for a break. We may not get another chance this good.
The girls descend from their horses to stretch, setting up a small camp. Because of the eerie, undefined noises coming from the surrounding blackness, they huddle together in a tight group.
Dildo: (nudging Sleezie) Hey!
Sleezie: (annoyed) What is it?
Dildo makes furtive gestures for her to follow.
Sleezie: (once they’re alone) So, what do you want? (Dildo makes an obscene thrusting motion with his pelvis.) Are you insane?!
Dildo: Keep your voice down!
Sleezie: (indignant) I’m not gonna let you fork me here, right in front of everybody! What do you think I am, an exhibitionist?
Dildo: No! You’re right! We definitely need privacy. Like out there, for instance. (indicating the forbidding woods.)
Sleezie: In the middle of all that unknown danger? (appraising) This isn’t like you, Dildo. You don’t like to take chances!
Dildo: (proudly) That was the old me, baby! There’s been some changes made! (seductively) Changes I think you’re really gonna like! I’ve been aching to try out something new. But the lights have to be low first.
Sleezie: (teasingly) Shy, huh? Okay. I’ll take a chance. Besides, I’ve always wondered if it’s true what they say about Throbbits! (exiting into the woods.)
Dildo: (fondling the ring, lovingly) You got no idea, hon!
Cut back to the other girls, who have built a meager campfire.
Ditzee: So whatta you gals plan to do once we reach Bare-Adore?
Afrodo: Me, I’m gonna take all them fool rube tourists between my legs and squeeze their pockets dry!
Floozie: I’m headed for the stage! I’ve got a lap dance to shorten their life expectancies! How about you?
Ditzee: Maybe I’ll specialize in hand jobs. (holding out her fingers to admire) Ever seen pinkies that perfect!
From off-screen, Sleezie shrieks with uncontrollable abandon.
Ditzee: C’mon! They’re not that bad!
Cut to the dim woods and a post-coital Dildo and Sleezie. She’s in a reverie. He’s invisible, but it’s too dark for her to notice.
Sleezie: Mister Dildo Dinkwood! You just rocked my world!
Dildo: (removing the ring to become visible once more) You hit the moon, all right. You were screaming loud enough to wake the dead! (kissing the ring, then slipping it into his pocket.)
Unbeknownst to them, evil yellow eyes have appeared in the darkness. Cut to the low, concealed forms of two gigantic spiders.
1st Spider: Intruders! What rare luck! We must tell the chief at once!
Cut to a spot deep within the forest. An expansive, cottony nest serves as headquarters for the chief of the spiders, a mountainously flabby monstrosity with eight shining eyes, eight pendulous breasts, and eight rigid, protruding dicks. With its eight spindly arms it examines various reports and photos. It sits behind a wooden desk with the name-plate: “He-Shelob, Editor-in-Chief”.
1st Spider: (entering in a rush) Stop the presses, boss! There’s fresh meat in the forest!
He-Shelob: (in a croaking butch voice) You know what to do.
Cut back to the supine, cuddling Dildo and Sleezie. Hundreds of sets of slitty yellow eyes wink open all around them. Scores of spiders creep from the trees and bushes toward the unsuspecting couple. They pause within striking range, then instantly whip out flash cameras, bathing the area in a sea of strobing light.
Dildo: (realizing the menace) Oh shit! It’s the Octarazzi! We gotta run for it!
Sleezie: (shielding her face with her arms) Leave us alone! We only want our privacy!
Dildo and Sleezie dash back to the camp, but it’s too late. The spiders have already arrived. They chase the frantic girls, snapping off photos and hounding them for interviews.
1st Spider: Is it true that you slept with over four hundred leprechauns on St. Patrick’s Day?
Gropie: Don’t you dare print that!
2nd Spider: (angling for a better picture, while Floozie fends him off) C’mon, show us your face! Don’t be shy! You know you want it! I’ll make you famous!
Three of the spiders gleefully circle Ditzee, who cowers against a tree.
3rd Spider: (poking her belly button) Press!
4th Spider: (poking her belly button) Press!
5th Spider: (grabbing her tits) Pull!
6th Spider: (chasing after Humpie) Weren’t you caught sneaking into the Royal stables with an enema syringe?
Afrodo slowly power-presses a spider against a tree trunk, squishing its gooey guts out.
Afrodo: I’ll show you the power of the press!
EXTERIOR aerial long-shot of the top of the forest, as flashes light up the interior.
7th Spider: (voice-over) Give me your opinion on dwarf/giant sex!
8th Spider: (voice-over) Do you think pixie dust will ever replace the pill?
9th Spider: (voice-over) Inquiring minds want to know!
Fade out.
End of Scene 8.
Next week – Scene 9: “Naked Aggression”.
Link to Scenes 1 & 2: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34195
Link to Scene 9: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=35266
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