Go with her

Looking down at her, your shrunken, shrivelled raisin of a heart skips a beat. She really is unbelievably cute, her skinny brown body mere inches away from you, looking pleadingly up at you with her big doe-eyes one hand resting on your hip.

"Please come with us!" she wheedles again "We’re all so hungry! I promise it’ll be good for you too, we can have all sorts of fun!"

Her barbed tail swishes against the dusty floor before curling gently around your leg.

You think hard for a moment. The ticket said "Heaven", but you’re more interested in the "Blowjob" part. Ishari has proven more than capable of gagging on your shaft and she’s promising more, so why bother trekking to some place in the hopes of getting what you already seem to have? Bird in Hand and all that. Besides, all the stories of heaven you heard in life all sounded kind of shitty, like "You get to meet all your dead relatives!" and "You play the harp all the time!" You didn’t come to Blowjob Universe to meet your Grandma! Trying hard to erase the disturbing images conjured up by this train of thought, you reach a decision.

"Yeh alright, I’ll come with you." you answer. At that, Ishari beams with unrepressed joy and gratitude.

"Oh thank you, thank you David!" she chimes, doing an excited little dance, face beaming with delight. "Come on then, let’s go now! C’mon! Oh, I can’t wait to tell Mother, she’ll be so proud of me!"

Grabbing you by the strings of your sweatpants, Ishari sets out away from the looming Wall and into the huge, stony Wasteland beyond. On the horizon you see dark clouds and hear the distant rumbling of thunder...

The longer you continue walking through the desert, the darker the clouds above become. Lightning flashes and crackles up above and the air feels strangely tingly and dry. Behind you, the Wall still looms. Miles and miles away by now, its sheer size defies all human sense of proportion. No matter how far away it is, you still can see neither the top, nor the end of it. In fact, you can’t even see its curvature. The whole situation is intensely ominous.

Ishari doesn’t seem to mind however. Still clutching the strings of your pants, she skips merrily along, barefoot over the rocks, humming a wild little melody. Behind her, her flightless little wings and barbed tail flap and swish excitedly.

Suddenly, you see a structure ahead of you, a hill or mound of some kind. After a few more minutes of walking, you reach it. By any earthly standard, the hill would be quite massive and formidable, more mountain than hill, though the last few hours near the Wall makes it appear rather squat in comparison. The gentler slope of the hill is covered in small standing stones. They grow larger as you approach. The menhirs form a circle around you. Each stone is carved with strange angular symbols that glow and pulse.

"Are we there yet?" you ask petulantly, scratching your nuts, "My feet hurt! I came here to get my dick wet, not to walk forever! There’d better be an open mouth waiting for me wherever the fuck you’re taking me!"

"Don’t worry, this is it," Ishari answers cheerfully. "Just stand back, I’m opening it."

Placing a hand on one of the runes, Ishari whispers something indistinct. For a brief moment the air becomes almost unbearably thick and laden with static. With a thunderous *CRAKK!* a bolt of lightning strikes the stone, and with a rumbling noise, the top of the hill crumbles away to reveal a flight of rough stone steps leading deep into the darkness inside the hill...