User blog:Ore-samma/My Shoggoth (little lewd) (little horror)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post / request = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

This one was.... horrifying for me to write.

I never can fathom happy ends for Shoggoths. I read their wiki page and its just......too creepy. Like, no matter what you do, your death is inevitable.

So, I brought forth all my writing skill to bear. To give as happy a story as I can, as happy an end as I can, while remaining what I like to think of as "intellectually honest to the source material."

And what came forth, terrifies me.

I do NOT like this story. But I try harder for my fans than I do for myself.

There is no death in this story.

That is all

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Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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' All of existence…. was not….. '

' All of existence…. was not….. '

' All of existence…. was not….. '

' All of existence…. was not….. '

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'And all of existence…. was dark…..'

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 That which was not there, was mindless 

 That which was not there, was formless 

 That which was not there, was was less than a thought 

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 And that which was not there, was insane 

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 The nameless horror knew it existed 

 The nameless horror knew it shouldn’t have been 

 The nameless horror knew it was anathema 

 The nameless horror beheld existence 

 The nameless horror knew unbridled fury 

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'And the nameless horror…... was hungry….'

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I screamed as I woke from the same nightmare I’ve been having for the last year.

Some nights were kind, and I would not remember. But nights like these would purge the blissful ignorance of all other days and summon the remembrance forth as a curse, like death curses all life.

Inevitable, undenyable, and all-encompassing.

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“Sweet master.” A voice sounded from all four walls of the room, soon after eyes opened from the walls and looked about, and locked upon my own eyes.

“What dreams trouble your fevered brow?”

I sighed and rested back into the all encompassing darkness and presence of my lover, and my muse.

“My dark bride, how many times must I tell you to call me Pickman?” I said with my eyes closed, feeling her shift and move about my body.

“At least just once more, Master Pickman.” The sound of substance sliding over substance sounded and I felt a hand touch my fevered brow. “Dearest Master, what evil and darkness severed you from your dreamless slumber?”

I opened my eyes and beheld my dark bride, straddled atop me. Her lower half melding into mine. I felt pleasure ripple through my body and mirrored her smile. “It was the same nightmare, always the same,” I said in a hushed voice.

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The eyes about the room coalesced into a singular giant eye that occupied the entire wall on my right, another to my left, and still another above me. They all stared with a ferocious intensity, and the wall beyond my dark bride opened up into a large gaping maw with sharp dripping fangs and a mass of wriggling tentacles with their own eyes as it spoke for my dark bride.

''“Such dreams are a dire warning, would you not say so? Does my master believe himself to be in fatal danger? Does some evil stalk his life or soul to claim both for its own purposes?”''

I gasped as my climax rippled through my body and as my dark bride wriggled in ecstasy, keeping that same smile, and that same mad, insane gleam in her eyes.

“Perhaps. Sometimes...I feel as though I am indeed being warned. It’s always my father, and his father before him that are there. They are being torn apart by something. Screaming, always screaming. And yet, they never bleed red blood. Only darkness pours forth from their bodies….darkness filled with these eyes that only look upon their screaming forms. I see their mouths being torn off, the darkness wiggling from them like insane tongues. I see their eyes looking at me….like they are begging…. and then they turn cold….they scream….and I scream...”

''“Aaahh, so horrifying master. Such visions would even move even one such as I to fear and terror.”''

I sighed as my dark bride melted away within the bed and felt the bed being drawn closer to the open maw.

''“Perhaps my master desires a change of scenery? Would a break from the mundane and the commonplace add stimulation? Where the usual and known sensation is alien and nonexistent?”''

I sighed and stretched, stroking one tentacle of my dark bride before it wrapped around my wrist, and then with my other hand, before that tentacle wrapped around that wrist. “I’m not sure… it feels like I can’t think straight these days, you know? I wonder if it was the same for my father and grandfather. What were they like? You keep telling me, but I’ve forgotten.”

An enormous tongue lashed forward and licked the lips of the giant maw that I was being drawn towards. ''“Oh! My masters forebears? I loved them as I love you. They were great men that I served with every moment of every breath till my- till their dying breath.” A multitude of mouths appeared on the surfaces of every wall and sighed in unison. “And they were very delicious. Consuming them was an honor.”''

I blinked as I watched my dark brides lips close, and as I rested on her tongue. “This all seems strange to me.”

''“Truly? What disturbs my master so much so?”''

I closed my eyes. “I don’t know…. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Perhaps my master ought to rise from bed, and start his day then?”

That was a good idea. I tried to raise up but found myself stuck fast with my dark bride’s many tentacles.

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“My love, would you let me up so that I may rise?”

''“Of course, my master. With every ounce of my love and heart.”''

I stretched and yawned as the darkness surrounding me flowed into a singular shape. I stood, stretching some more and walked into the embrace of my dark bride, kissing her deeply, feeling our bodies meld and mate yet again as she undulated against me, whispering her incomprehensible sounds that filled me with such contentment.

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“My love?” I said once I regained my bearing.

“I am yours forever, master.” My dark bride said with her usual smile.

“Allow me a paintbrush, paints that encompass your palate of colors, an easel and canvas.”

“I obey.”

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In no time I was holding a paintbrush, a palate, and standing before canvas and easel. The hellish nightmare was still burned in my mind as I began to paint.

I worked feverishly as my dark bride waited on my every desire and need.

At last I was done and stepped back.

“What do you think?” I said to my dark bride.

''“I behold the representation of it, but alas; I do not possess the same aesthetics as do you. But it pleased me beyond comprehension to have my master grasp ahold of me as he did, and use me to his desires and pleasure.”''

I sighed. “Sometimes, I wish you could see things the way I do.“

“For the sake of my master, I declare it to be beautiful.” My dark bride whispered. ''“As are you. Now, forever, until darkness comes to claim you… and until non existence comes to claim me.”''

I looked to my dark bride and kissed her again. “You know, people keep telling me that you ate my grandfather and my father. And that one day you will eat me.”

“That is true on all accounts, my master.”

“Really?” I said, feeling a feeble horror ripple through me.

''“You misunderstand my answer. Your grandfather was the first to claim me as his bride. He lived for one thousand years before his natural aging process claimed his life. When his heart ceased and my mourning of him was over, I then woke your father. When natural aging claimed your father, he was eight hundred and seventy five years old. And when his heart ceased and my mourning of him was over, I woke you.''

I exhaled, “Oh…. how old am I again?”

''“My master is thirty seven years old. Still plenty of life and love left for us both, yes?  I must strongly stress that as long as you and I are together, no harm shall befall you from my hand. Rest your wariness of me, and be secure that my love for you is absolute, as is my word; you shall never come to harm from my hand, or inaction.” ''

“But what about you?” I asked. “Will you ever grow old and die?”

My dark bride shook her head. ''“I came from nothing, and from nothing I shall return when existence is commanded to cease to be. When that day happens I will be everything that is nothing….which will be everything and nothing at the same time. I have, and always shall be; nameless, formless, full of rage, full of love…..” Her eyes took on a reddish gleam and her smile widened and now showed itself as a horrifying maw of sharp jagged teeth “….and hungry!”''

I stepped closer to my dark bride and held her close. “And what satisfies my dark bride?”

My dark bride sighed. ''“The nonexistence I encompass is always filled by your love. I know life because of you, and I can wait till the stars themselves burn out in the night sky. Then, nonexistence will be mine.”'' She looked up to me. “As you are now.”

Her form melted into the four black walls again and another bed rose from the floor. ''“I sense my master is tired. Sleep, and I shall watch over you, and love you….till the day you are no more.”''