Breed Me!

“What about you? What happened there?”

Cox was silent for a long time. My wife repeated her question.

“I cannot say,” she said. “Other than it was hell for me. Nothing I would relive. I struggled to escape and would not like to play it back in my memory at all.”

“We have to go get my tools,” I said, still reminding myself of my plan. It seemed that just being in the house I was kept from actually undertaking the mission I had embarked upon. Something drew me away, always, from what I had intended to do. Something, some froce, perhaps that of the shadow that so plagued Nevermore, kept pulling my attention and intention away from finally creating the safeguard that I hoped would deliver us from the evil.

“Just one problem,” said Artur, in both his voice and the voice of that shadow, as if they overlapped each other.

“Which is?”

“I won’t let you.” He advanced towards me, and as he advanced his form seemed to be shifting as well. Another distraction, another attempt to prevent me from undertaking the destruction of the shadow. His form turned into my own from, but the version from my erotic story of body swapping. This was my body, but with Miss Gilda’s large breasts, and her vagina. I shivered with ecitement, and began to step forward, but my wife held me back. She slapped me.

“We have to get a divorce,” she said. I nodded. We both understood that we could not go on together. We did not share love, we did not share values, and we did not share the same desire in our lives. She was a real person after all, not just some doll to play with, not just fuel for my egoism. She added, “that’s the problem, isn’t it, really? You just want to fuck yourself. You’re so up your own ass!”

“He’s about to be up his own pussy,” Robert said. Roman snickered.

“Distract it!” I yelled, as I fled down the stairs, following my wife towards my study.

“How?” called Roman. I remembered my story.

“I wrote that I wanted to fuck you,” I said. “You do the math.” Roman sighed, and looked at Robert.

“We’re still just play-dolls to him,” the both agreed. At the time the sentiment hurt, but looking back now, I must agree with their conclusion. Even then I did not see them as real human beings. I only saw them as a means to an end. Something to stall the progress of the shadow, to stop the voice, which was still following me, ringing in my head, attempting to seduce me with promises of control.

“I should not want to rule the Earth!” I yelled.

“Liar,” said Llorena, who had followed us, but who had now also gained the shadow-voice underneath her own. “I know your childhood dream. It will break up you and your wife.”

I glanced at Jacinta Florez, who had had more than enough of this sort of life. She did not deserve to be dragged into my mania. We had just agreed that we would separate after these events and go on to live our own wives. Nothing, not matter how supposedly revealing, could truly wound here or myself more than we had already been wounded in all the terror at Nevermore.

I made a calculated risk.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Tell her the dream. Tell her my deep secret. I think she already knew it anyways, she read the book.”

“Ah, but she doesn’t know what caused it,” said the voice, inhabiting Llorena.

“Officer Cox, snap out of it!” my wife yelled. Like a zombie, Officer Cox advanced. Jacinta tried to push her out the door, put she was overpowering. The **** with which Llorena marched into my study **** Jacinta down onto the couch. I had to work quickly. I located my tools, the cloth I needed, and the block of wood I would use. After all, if carving dolls in this house worked to animate such strange beings before, I could surely use the same method again.

Llorena started to tell my secret: “Even when he was young he wanted to be a woman,” she said. “He had these dreams, recurring dreams. He would even have them on purpose, as he was riding anywhere with his parents in the car. In his dream he turned into a woman, and had total power, yes-- total and complete control over the world. He would become the only woman at all, and dream of people lining up for hours, all the people in the world, lining up just to have their way with him, just to have a chance at breeding with him.”

“I already had some idea,” said Jacinta.

“But what he really, really wanted, was for them all inside him. For them not to just spend themselves in him, but to actually be swallowed up by him, inside his pussy. He wanted his vagina to eat them, and wanted to become truly fat. So fat and so large that he was seen from space. He wanted-- still wants-- to rule the world by being a fat, ugly, female goddess. The only woman on Earth.”

Florez looked at me, and winked.

“I said I knew that,” she said. “But did you know I always wanted to take you?” She pulled the possessed Llorena into a kiss. “Or rather, I wanted you to take me.” They began to make out in front of me.The whole solution seemed rather appropriate and reminded me of the rather dull ending to Mortred Lich’s The House on the Cliff. One of the cops in that story, I reminded myself then, was able to fight back against the great and cultish evil in the house on the cliff through using their own techniques. It was a rather telegraphed line, during the final showdown that stretched somewhat improbably over the last fifth of the book-- as though the whole thing was written in thousands-- where that female officer said to the major villain, the owner of that horrid household, “I have learned all the secrets of your house, and will use them now for good instead of evil.”

I thought of this as Florez distracted the voice-possessed officer. So much of the tension in the house had been around the secrecy and jealousy built up through sex and now Florez was using that weapon, which as nearly damned us all, to distract that shadow from its purpose. I dearly wanted to watch the seduction, but I dared not look up. I had a purpose. I had a need to finish my project. I began to carve, the second time that the magic of toy making truly flowed through me. The last time that magic flowed through me at all.