Masada knew why he was here. He just wished that he'd dressed warmly--who knew that dreams could be so cold? Using dainty, pianist fingers, he opened the door to the little castle. Inside was, as expected, a blond girl. She paid no mind to him--clearly she was used to intrusions. At the most, she seemed a bit annoyed.
Masada wasn't too sure this would actually work. But curiosity won him over, and he reached for the light switch. The little blond girl didn't even bother to look up. He flipped the switch off and glanced around immediately. Nothing changed, except the room was darker. The little girl shot him a look, and he quickly left. Face hot with embarrassment, he stood outside the door and decided that the rumor was, indeed, just a rumor. But then he recalled the rest of the gossip--"It might not work the first time," they'd said. "It took me over a dozen tries just to get it to work."
Masada at first thought he was being foolish. Over a dozen tries? It didn't sound likely--in fact, it sounded like a practical joke designed specifically to waste one's time.
Regardless, he went back into the little castle. The girl was still there, still not doing anything. Masada wondered if she ever spoke, or if she could even open her mouth. Feeling even more foolish than before, Masada reached for the light switch. His hand trembled a bit before he touched it. What if it actually DID work? What would happen then?
He pulled his hand back. Reached back for the switch. Glanced at the girl. Glanced at the switch. With one movement of his finger, he turned off the lights.
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The floor beneath him shook violently. The bed in the corner shifted and scratched the floor. Frightening visages appeared outside the window. Everything grew twisted and surreal in appearance. Only one light on the desk remained on, but it didn't have any effect on the objects around it. There were no shadows--everything felt 2D.
And then, in the center of the room, a black and white mass appeared. Its face--if you could even call it that--seemed to sneer sadistically. Masada's knees shook and he pressed himself up against the wall. True terror, that's what he was experiencing. Just looking at this thing sent nightmares reeling before his eyes. He would've screamed, would've cried for help, but his very breath was stagnant in his throat.
Strangely, it did nothing. It didn’t move, didn’t attack, didn’t even breathe. It seemed like a statue, but at the same time, Masada knew it was alive. What did it want? Why was it here? And, more importantly, where in the world did that little girl go? Perhaps the thing had killed her, eaten her for its dinner. Now it was letting its stomach rest before it moved on to the main course.
Masada flicked around and tried for the doorknob. It was locked. He was trapped in here. He turned around and stared at the thing carefully. It hadn’t made a single move, even while his back was turned. Perhaps it wasn’t malicious after all. Masada attempted to read its emotions, but he failed. Those black, soulless “eyes” did nothing but stare back. He continued to analyze the thing—he observed its shape, its curve, its expression... what in the world was it, anyway?
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Suddenly, Masada’s mind began to wander. His body grew hot; his heart’s pace quickened. For whatever reason, he was... attracted to this thing. Was it a spell? Perhaps something in the air... well, whatever it was, Masada wasn’t ready to ignore it just yet. He licked his upper lip and cautiously stepped forward. The thing didn’t quiver, as expected. He reached out with a hand and touched the thing lightly, gently. How strange—the thing was cool, like a corpse, yet it pulsated. A heartbeat. Masada breathed out slowly, sighed, and continued stroking the thing. The more he touched it, the more aroused he became. A bulge appeared between his thighs. How long had it been since he felt this way...?
Masada unzipped his pants and rubbed his erection on the thing’s face.
He gritted his teeth, moved his hips faster. Faster. Faster. The thing seemed to become warmer with each movement, while Masada became more desperate. He opened his mouth, gaped like a fool, and tried to find the proper word.
“...Inside...”
Of course, the thing didn’t agree—in fact, it complied. When Masada moved behind it, an indentation had appeared in its back, at just the right height. How that happened, Masada had no idea—but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was fuck. He carefully stuck a finger in, more or less to make sure there wasn’t a set of fangs here to bite his dick off. There wasn’t. He positioned himself behind the thing and entered, slowly at first. Quickly speeding up, his breaths became hoarse and uncontrolled. Pain coursed through his fingers, he was gripping the thing so tightly. He peered down at the thing through his good eye, half-expecting to see its face changing from that odd, sadistic sneer to a look of ecstasy or pain, perhaps combined. However, its face hadn’t shifted at all. Masada would have wondered if it even had facial muscles, but he was too busy feeling so fucking good.
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Suddenly, and much sooner than he’d expected, his body jolted and he came. The thing shuddered as well, and for a long while, Masada just held it tightly while he slumped to his knees. His eyes shut tightly and he panted for a while. When he opened them, the light was on, and that little blonde girl was standing there. Staring. She looked fearful. Masada looked at her, looked at his crotch, and gasped. His penis was still hanging out, dripping.
The little girl flipped open a cell phone and dialed quickly. She spoke into the phone, saying things like, “pervert,” “my room,” and “come quickly.” Masada struggled to his feet, tucked his shaft into his pants, and hurried for the door. By the time he reached it, three of those terrible bird-people—the law-enforcers of his world—were already there. Their tongues lolled out of their mouths and their eyes bulged. He tried to escape, tried to hide, but they found him. They always do, eventually.
Masada was exiled. He was allowed to take only one possession, besides a bed and some other furniture. Of course, he took his beloved piano. As he was forced onto the spaceship, his mind wandered back to that thing. Why had he done that?! Was he so desperate for physical pleasure, no matter how ephemeral? The door behind him hissed shut, and the last things he saw of his world were the insane eyes of the bird-people. Head aching and body slumping, he went to his piano and gently pressed the keys. Oh, what a lovely sound. He stared at them and improvised a tune. Gazing out the large window in front of him, he wondered what his new life would bring him.
Fin.