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Kiana skidded to a stop hundreds of yards behind the Mark Nelson fetus head. She’d smashed right through his eye and out the other side, landing safely far from the battle.
She cursed and assessed the damage to her body. She was pretty fucked up. The landing had torn the skin off most of her face and right side which had taken the brunt of the landing.
As she healed her astral-skin, she fought the urge to go back and join Elwood in the fight against his rapist. He’d told her all about Mark Nelson while they were trapped inside her nightmare and he seemed unfairly matched against a guy who could control every damn little pig-fetus thing inside the celestial body of the Entity.
But she wasn’t here to help kill Mark Nelson. She was here to find Elwood’s body and with it, the bomb that would supposedly blow them all to kingdom come. There was only one problem. She still didn’t know how the fuck to set the goddamn bomb off!
Finally healed, she stood up and looked around. She could still hear the battle raging behind her, but Elwood had managed to throw her right at the base of the hill he’d pointed at before Mark showed up. Supposedly his little fetus body was just over that hill.
Good thing there were only about fifty billion ugly shits to look through in order to find it…
Kiana set off walking up the hill, mumbling every curse word she could think of while stretching her arms out the width of the entire tentacle chamber. She grew eyeballs all down the lengths of her arms, in the palms of her hands and at the tips of her fingers in an effort to more quickly locate Elwood’s container. What she’d do with it when she found it, well, she’d deal with that when the time came.
As she disappeared over the hill, the lids of a row of containers popped off. The pink fluid oozed out along with the wailing bodies of the fetus creatures. They congealed into a huge puddle in the middle of the chamber floor and out of that puddle rose three humanoid forms.
“We gone get ta fuck that dumb bitch again, brothers?” the first one chuckled.
“Best believe that,” the second one said, rubbing his hands together.
“And this time,” the third one said. “She gone be awake while we do it!”
Kiana scanned the pods on the far side of the hill but had no luck finding Elwood. The faces of the gross things inside didn’t even look human this deep into the tentacle. Whatever worlds the Entity had consumed and cataloged in this section seemed far, far removed from Earth’s position in the universe.
That’s when she got an idea. “Fuck! Of course!” she blurted out loud. “Stupid bitch always trying to do things the hard way!”
She contracted her arms and absorbed the eyeballs on her hands and fingers, returning to a state of naked normality, or as normal as she was willing to get in her malleable astral body. She still kept her tits and ass way bigger than they had any reason to be. She liked the way they felt bouncing around while she walked. And even though the Entity was an evil motherfucker who’d robbed her of her life and wanted to eat her world, she still kinda hoped it was watching and thought she was hot.
All her parts back together, Kiana placed her hand on the lid of the nearest pod, closed her eyes and concentrated. “Think of the puppy, bitch. Think of the fucking puppy!”
It worked. Her hand turned transparent and sank through the lid. She rooted around next to the fetus-thing inside for several seconds before grasping what she’d been searching for. She pulled the memory thread from the pod, triumphant smile on her face.
She pulled the thread free from the pod and followed it to the next and the next pod until she saw a direct path from where she stood to where the string ended.
Elwood’s pod. It had to be.
“Maybe I ain’t so full of fuckin’ stupid after all!” She laughed to herself.
“I wouldn’t speak too soon there, missy,” a gnarled and raspy redneck voice said from behind her. “We’re finna fill that little butthole of yours with more stupid than you ever done dreamed of!”
Elwood tried to phase transparent at the last second before Mark’s harpoon-dick pierced his flesh, but the dick-weapon phased right along with him.
“Ain’t pullin’ no tricks this time, faggot. The big voice warned me all about how clever you is. Well guess what? I can phase dimensions, too! The big voice gave me every single power you got in here and then some!”
Elwood gaped in horror as the snake-like cock slithered deep into his chest wound.
“C’mon back now. Let’s do this right here in our own lil ole reality.” With that, Mark’s dick, and along with it Elwood, solidified back to whole.
“I told ya I was gonna fuck you again, boy. Didn’t I tell you that? Fuckin’ thinkin’ you’re smarter than other people, thinkin’ you’re smarter than the big voice, that’s what got you fucked up, Elwood. You’re just a bitch ass faggot likes to get fucked by big ass dicks, ain’t ya?”
Elwood stood helpless as the snake-dick worked in and out of his chest wound. Blood oozed out of the newly made orifice, giving the phallic monstrosity plenty of lubrication with which to fuck the wound.
Mark moaned as he violated Elwood once more. Using his hands he smeared Elwood’s blood all along his long shaft and jacked himself off while mumbling about how much Elwood liked it.
Elwood tried to regain his composure. He tried to think of Kiana, of The Maxx, of uncle Jeff or anything to re-align his senses but Mark’s cock wound its way through his chest cavity as the redneck made of fetus-creatures cried out in pleasure and came all inside Elwood’s lungs.
The astral-man fell to his knees, gagging and coughing, spitting hunks of Mark Nelson’s fetus-cum out of his mouth. The chunks of sperm-like fetus creatures landing on the ground twitched and died, more individual lives from long dead worlds snuffed out forever. But Elwood had no time to mourn them, his own life at the mercy of the worst person he’d ever known.
How could this happen? He’d come so far. He’d felt invincible facing off against the entity. And here, after everything, it was the same bully who’d tormented him, verbally, mentally, sexually, his entire life who would spell his end. Seal his fate. Doom him and the Earth to a fate far, far worse than death. A destiny unavoidable. Inevitable. Irreversible.
“We’s just getting’ started, faggot. The big voice told me time is weird up here. I get to fuck ya long as I want, he says. Says years pass up here like minutes back down at home.”
“Fuck you,” Elwood sputtered as Mark’s appendage wound its way around more of his internal organs, causing Elwood to cry out again.
“Nah it don’t work like that. Ain’t no dicks goin’ inside me, that’s gay shit for faggots like you!” Mark flexed his member like an anaconda, constricting Elwood’s insides into a tight ball. “Say, weren’t you a clown down there? What you doin’ lookin like some gay magazine model up here? That ain’t right, now. Don’t be a faker, faggot. Show me what you really are.”
Elwood’s insides felt like they caught fire in that moment as the remaining fetus-cum in his lungs expanded and changed, ripping through his astral-body, melting down into a liquid and coating him in some kind of ectoplasmic slime. This slime hardened and a moment later, Elwood looked down in horror.
His hands were again stuffed inside the ridiculous over-sized monster claw gloves he’d bought for his Skitzo Cyko outfit. He wore the stupid red floppy shoes. Reaching up, he felt his head covered in the mask. He’d been reduced to his most humiliated state.
Elwood was just a clown.
“Nah, you ain’t changin’ back,” Mark said, mocking Elwood’s bewildered face as he tried and failed to phase back into his newly acquired fit and beautiful form. “Big voice said I have the power to make you look like anything I want.”
All of the insecurity, fear, anguish, humiliation, embarrassment and self-loathing that had plagued Elwood for his entire life came rushing back in that instant. He was no longer the hero of the Outback, the protector of the jungle queen. The Maxx was gone. He was just dumb ass Elwood the clown. The idiot kid who let his little nephew eat the mercury that made him retarded. Elwood, the kid responsible for uncle Jeff hanging himself.
“Please,” Elwood said, falling to his hands and knees at Mark’s twisted fetus-feet. “You don’t know what you’re doing. It-it’s going to destroy the whole planet. It’s going to eat everything you’ve ever known and loved.”
Mark erupted in laughter. “Shit boy, I know what the big voice is up to! It done told me everything on my way up here when it ripped my soul in a thousand little pieces and sucked me up in here like a faggot suckin’ a big fat dong!”
Mark kicked Elwood over onto his back and put his gnarled foot on Elwood’s throat. “Way I see it, ain’t nothin’ ta miss downstairs. Down there I’m just a guy likes cummin’ in jars and jackin’ off ta old magazines. Upstairs? Up here I’m a god!”
More penises rose up out of Mark’s fetus-flesh body until he resembled a cock-porcupine with thick, veiny, pulsating red and purple dicks jutting in all directions from his shoulders, chest, legs, arms and face. “I got all the fuckn’ dicks I could ever fuckin’ want! And they ALL gonna go inside YOU, boy!”
Elwood wept. He’d come so far, endured so much just to lose? Like this?
“Don’t be sad, faggot,” Mark said, reaching down, picking Elwood up by his clown mask. “We gone have lots of fun. I done tolda ya I was gonna fuck you till you love it. Now it’s time to start suckin’!”
As Mark dragged him to his knees, Elwood acted. Fast as he could he grabbed the long cock still sticking out of his chest and bit into it, ripping the flesh in half like an umbilical cord separating from a newborn.
No. He would not be reduced to his weakest parts. He would not continue to relive his past. Mark could change his appearance. Mock him. Ridicule him, reminded of what he was in his darkest hours but in the end, Mark would not be the force to defeat Elwood. Only Elwood himself could choose that fate. And today, he would not.
Mark screamed as his castrated member flopped around in Elwood’s hands like the body of a freshly decapitated bird. Blood made of little fetus creatures spewed everywhere. Elwood ignored their deaths. He focused instead on removing the disgusting appendage from his body.
Using both hands, he yanked the severed penis from the depths of his guts, then, free from Mark’s immediate touch, used his own mind-powers to stiffen the penis into a flattened, sharp blade. Standing up straight, Elwood phased into the dimension housing Mark’s fragmented soul and thrust the cock-sword upward,cleaving Mark’s physical and astral self nearly in two from his bleeding crotch to the tip of his fetus-faced head.
Elwood winced at the psychic screams of the dying creatures but did not allow their agony to break his resolve this time. This time Mark Nelson would die. Forever.
Only he didn’t.
Elwood raised the dick-weapon to strike a final blow to Mark’s bleeding and ruined body, but more importantly to his amputated and dying consciousness on the astral plane when the two halves of Mark’s body exploded in a blinding orange-red light.
Elwood shielded his eyes until they adjusted, ready to attack, ready for any last surprised Mark had in store for him. But it wasn’t Mark’s voice that spoke to him when the light dimmed.
There, hovering in the space between the two halves of Mark’s cleaved and dying face, was the same reptilian eyeball Elwood had seen on Eden Prime. It was the eye of the Entity, appearing and existing in Mark’s final moment before death, prolonging the redneck rapist’s agony as Mark flailed and twitched but could not die.
“You have proven yourself a true adversary, Elwood. But you cannot win this game.”
Elwood screamed and stabbed forward with his astral weapon, intent on impaling the Entity’s eye, but the dick-sword simply melted away upon impact, leaving Elwood defenseless.
“If even a fraction of the people on your planet possess the same fiery passion for life that you do, Elwood, then Earth may indeed be the most nourishing meal I’ve ever eaten. Know that, despite everything, I will fashion a special place in my soul chambers for Earth so that all of those peoples and planets within me will know that you have been my greatest foe.”
Elwood reared back and dove forward, slamming his fist into the Entity, burning away his astral arm as he continued to drive forward into the psychic furnace that was its eye.
“You have nothing left to fight for,” the Entity said calmly as Elwood slammed his remaining fist into the eye, searing that limb off as well. “I have taken everything from you. Allow me to give you sweet release. I will grant you oblivion, forever darkness. Submit to me.”
“You haven’t taken everything,” Elwood screamed as his tilted his head back. “You haven’t found my body.”
With that, Elwood slammed his face into the Entity’s eyeball, shoving what was left of his entire body inside, burning away the final piece of his consciousness.
The fiery eyeball went dark, shrank and disappeared, finally allowing Mark’s cleaved body to fall dead to the tentacle floor.
Check back next Saturday for chapter 49!