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Click hereHe tasted a dozen different lips who must have tasted a dozen more. Like the primordial cell that had found solace in community, they were a union now, greater than each piece yet mindless, gone, dancing to the music of something vaster and greater than they could comprehend. In that sense, they were immortal, as each cell dies and is replaced by another to sustain the vast, emergent, creature.
It didn't matter any more, they were all of humanity now, boundaries stripped away.
Only, Melanie was there as a constant and she always seemed to find her way back to him, and this was a comfort for both of them for some reason: the final link to their common humanity. Everything else was a mindless beast, eating, fucking, and shitting. They found a river and bathed, and fucked, and swam, and fucked like eels slipping amongst each other.
The forest orgy could have gone on for a day, or for years, as they had no idea. The Melon Heads had long disappeared again, perhaps observing from a distance. In a daze, it was as if brief moments of a dream as he raised his head from one crotch to find another in front of him. He crawled from one orifice to find another. Melanie did the same, her mouth aching but endlessly hungry for more flesh to lick and tease.
Her entire body was touching another, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, or in any other order at any time and she felt perfectly at home. This was indeed home, buried deep inside a pile of pulsating skin and flesh, warmth like the womb and the throbbing beat of the Mother's heart surrounding her as blinding orgasms filled her senses. The comfort was so great, she never wanted to leave. She found a cock, whose she didn't know, and the snake poked her in the eye and spat in it. Someone else licked the sting away.
After a long gestation, Melanie, body slick with fluids, was pushed forth and into the world, reborn, mewling naked on the broken forest floor. She cried aloud, for herself, and for everyone who was alive and had ever lived, for it was time to go back down the mountain and back to the cold place where it was just herself, alone.
Tears filled her eyes and she sobbed, shattered, until a hand found hers.
She knew who it was, and that's all that mattered.
The End.
- COMMENTS
VisitorAnonover 2 years agoI enjoyed this. Especially the first few pages. The latter part I thought was less succesful. But yes, great job. Nice world creation, and I liked your lead a lot. I'm unfamiliar with Awatake but I liked this a lot.
Anonymousover 2 years agoLacking, but a Commendable Effort
On one hand, I gotta commend you for trying to go with the Awatake theme. On the other hand, I think there's a lot that can be improved here. First of all, you didn't quite captured the mystical surrealism that permeates Awatake's settings. You made a solid effort to do this, and I commend you for it, but you didn't quite manage to capture the feeling of a setting that's very similar to the real world, but slightly distorted in a bizarre, but logically consistent way. You should have spent more effort to show how people think of certain things as completely normal or common knowledge, which would be completely abnormal to us. Also, the two old guys talking at length with clear memories of the "before times" kind of... didn't seem to fit? It would make more sense for those memories to be distorted, vague, and for people to not really want to talk about them. 5/5 for a decent job, but there's a lot of room of improvement.
