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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
deviants fleeing
2004-02-24
I was at Nicole A.'s house (next-door-neighbor and best friend from early childhood). We had things packed up in brown paper bags. The Changes had come, and Nicole's father was going to help us flee an opressive government. The Consortium was there, manifesting physicallly as whoever was fronting at the time, they had a girlfriend who was a Dragon, several friends who were variously weres of many types, other dragons, and a mage or two. We could barely fit everyone all in the van, but figured those who were quadroped formed could just sit on the floor, legally, without seatbelts. It was very sad as we drove off, knowing we'd never see our families again. After a very very long drive, into the wilderness, we found some of the people who controlled access to the other reality, the one where us non-humans would be safe. To be allowed to enter there, we must go on a massive quest to prove our worth. The first part of the quest was to go to Death Valley and find the Source, the Female Heart. Uh huh. Leading the group, I began to journey through the desert, at night. We had no idea what to look for. But as I was examining an area, I paused for a minute, examining a feeling, and then backtracked. I had felt a faint, inexplicable arousal at a certain point. Returning to that spot, I felt it again. I looked around at the ridges and cliffs around me. "Dragons, come here!" I called. Those who could take Dragon form came running (or galumphing or whatnot). "Fly, and look here." The Dragons did, and found that the landscape here formed a perfect vulva, if seen from the sky. I took several members of our party to the great boulder under an overhang that was the desert vulva's clit, and showed them female sexuality, helping them reach orgasm, something else opressed by the government at this time. Our ten member party had somehow swelled to several thousand, and it was an enormous celebration as well as a quest. People of all species and types were there, dancing and celebrating. Our group were the leaders, in a way. Suddenly, a huge government envoy with guns and other methods of opression came at us. They ordered us, "Get away from the bone!" We all, wolves and foxes and dragons and humans alike, were pressed back by the onslaught. The government leader explained that the bone was all homosexuals cared about, and they must keep us away at all cost. We immediately went into a pre-planned drama to show that we weren't gay. Every guy grabbed a girl and began dancing with her. Copious amounts of cheap beer were seen, drank and poured about. We explained that this was just a regular old straight desert party, yeah. Eventually, the government left, unable to find evidence that we were deviants. I climbed up a towering platform to where one of our absent-minded (and slightly mad) scientists was preparing to make a speech about some technology that would help us survive and escape. I poured beer on him and flung it out over the crowd. He looked incredibly confused and I explained that They might still be watching, so to censor his words. Below us, the group of people had split so as to allow our charade to continue. Below us, a choreographed dance spelling out "DISCO" could be seen. A couple times I pulled the poor scientist away from the mic to tease him or reassure him. I kept thinking he really needed to get laid.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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