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An Evening With The Beautiful Conformist

We don’t see many trigger events on here, so I thought I’d post one.

It was a Friday night and I was feeling optimistic and horny. I headed down to a local dance club where I looked about, chatting up a few women trying to find one I liked. Unfortunately, I didn’t find one, I found five. Five identical beautiful women, all dressed the exact same, occasionally finishing eachother’s sentences. Sisters, they said. Quintuplets, I figured. I got to talking with one of them, Tammy, I think it was, and before I could even make a move she asked me if I’d like to join she and her sisters for the evening. I don’t think I’d ever felt so lucky.

To make a long story short, about a half an hour later I was in one of their bedrooms and the lights were off, with a bit of moonlight filtering through the curtains. They told me to relax, to be totally calm, and slowly they undressed me and themselves before gyrating against me. Their skin was cold and kind of rubbery, but I didn’t mind, it WAS cold in the room. Their kisses tasted like disinfectant, and as they fondled and kissed they drew closer and closer together. They told me to close my eyes, and I happily obliged.

Finally, no longer able to stand taking so passive a role, I reached out and carressed on, and freaked the hell out. She had no sexual characteristics. None of them did. No nipples, no genitals, nothing. It was like I was in an orgy with five Barbie Dolls brought to life. My eyes snapped open, and that’s when I think my mind broke.

The five of them had melted together, like identical naked crayons left in the sun. There was a giant, gyrating mass of flesh covering me, and it was slowly closing up, like a coccoon.

Thankfully, I’m a strong guy. It wasn’t easy, but I managed just barely to claw my way out, stumbling outside without my clothes or my things while their mass chased me to the doorway. I was covered with their blood, which was clear and viscous, but I was safe.

This morning, I woke up and my nipples were gone.

6 thoughts on “An Evening With The Beautiful Conformist

  1. Stephen Alzis says:

    I think I may have met them before…

    Kind of reminds me of that Brian Yuzna movie “High Society”. As always excellent work MesiahDave.

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  2. MessiahDave says:

    If I get a chance, I’ll watch that, it looks interesting (I assume you mean “Society”, at least that’s what IMDB calls the closest thing I can find).

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  3. Stephen Alzis says:

    Yeah, I gt mixed up. Blame it on the fact that I only have a copy in french (Haute Société).

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  4. MessiahDave says:

    Aaah, that’d do it.

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  5. Stephen Alzis says:

    Think that’s bad? It’s on VHS and the ending is somehow missing. Just as they get away from the it cuts out!

    Got to get it on DVD.

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  6. Wratts says:

    I concur with the saying that a good writer makes a good line to begin a story, and an awesome one to end it. The thing is that the stuff in the middle just makes them both all the better when I read the material you write, Dave.

    Cheers on another wonderfully creepy text.

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