The Figs of May - Carpe Testicularum

Chapter 8

The Story The Authors

Matthew was confused. Desciples? These people want to follow me? The naked throng began to chant. Hickey could feel their adoring eyes upon him. From some where above a warm glow illuminated the clearing. "My desciples." he said aloud and removed his clothing. The chanting voices intensified. "Matthew J. Hickey, the Messiah!" cried Jeremy Crink. Hickey raised his arms to the crowd and beckoned them to him. They rushed to him, dozens of hands trying to touch Hickey's dimpled flesh. The light obove them changed from a warm glow to a bright focused beam. Matthew gazed into the light and could feel himself becoming light. He reached towards the source of the beam and it drew him up into it. His followers raised the arms were taken up into the light, one by one until they had all vanished. The light faded, leaving only Jeremy Crink, grinning like a cheshire cat in the clearing. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slunk away. He hadn't noticed the two figures just on the outskirts of the clearing who had been watching the event unfold. One figure was large and the other diminutive, both were dressed as cats.

Could this be the end? cuddles

Yes, dear reader it very well, just might, almost certainly could be, the finish. The camera pulls back into a long crane shot emcompassing Matthew and Crink and their amassed followers. The adoring throng reaching lovingly into the light while Jeremy stands slightly off to the side gently palming the hydraulic mechanism involved in the illusion. He smiles beatifically to himself again. With Matthew's image he now had a devoted group of sexless workers with which to build His empire, Matthew's empire. A group unfettered by reproductive urges and all possibility of disruptive interoffice romance with nothing better to do with their lives but work at building it. This would be their child. (And once they got the in vitro lab up and running and started harvesting genetic material before the Eumanization process, seemingly self perpetuating.)Work will set you free. How true, how true....

Panning left the camera dips to follow the two catsuited figures as the wander off down through the mountain twilight.
"You know, Timmy."
"Yes, Daddy?"
"We sure trained Jeremy right."
"Yep, Daddy we sure did, too"
"Yes, yes, yes"
Then as the end theme music begins to inexorably swell on another happy ending and a job well done the camera swoops from our furry duo and points to the sky. But not before even the most jaded of viewers can fail to glimpse the sprightly twitch of whiskers on the diminutive figure's tabby snout. glowing with mute satisfaction Mr. Tickles smiled.

THE END

for now. Lanark

The Story	The Authors
Matthew was confused. Desciples? These people want to follow me? The naked throng began to chant. Hickey could feel their adoring eyes upon him. From some where above a warm glow illuminated the clearing. "My desciples." he said aloud and removed his clothing. The chanting voices intensified. "Matthew J. Hickey, the Messiah!" cried Jeremy Crink. Hickey raised his arms to the crowd and beckoned them to him. They rushed to him, dozens of hands trying to touch Hickey's dimpled flesh. The light obove them changed from a warm glow to a bright focused beam. Matthew gazed into the light and could feel himself becoming light. He reached towards the source of the beam and it drew him up into it. His followers raised the arms were taken up into the light, one by one until they had all vanished. The light faded, leaving only Jeremy Crink, grinning like a cheshire cat in the clearing. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and slunk away. He hadn't noticed the two figures just on the outskirts of the clearing who had been watching the event unfold. One figure was large and the other diminutive, both were dressed as cats. Could this be the end?	cuddles
Yes, dear reader it very well, just might, almost certainly could be, the finish. The camera pulls back into a long crane shot emcompassing Matthew and Crink and their amassed followers. The adoring throng reaching lovingly into the light while Jeremy stands slightly off to the side gently palming the hydraulic mechanism involved in the illusion. He smiles beatifically to himself again. With Matthew's image he now had a devoted group of sexless workers with which to build His empire, Matthew's empire. A group unfettered by reproductive urges and all possibility of disruptive interoffice romance with nothing better to do with their lives but work at building it. This would be their child. (And once they got the in vitro lab up and running and started harvesting genetic material before the Eumanization process, seemingly self perpetuating.)Work will set you free. How true, how true.... Panning left the camera dips to follow the two catsuited figures as the wander off down through the mountain twilight. "You know, Timmy." "Yes, Daddy?" "We sure trained Jeremy right." "Yep, Daddy we sure did, too" "Yes, yes, yes" Then as the end theme music begins to inexorably swell on another happy ending and a job well done the camera swoops from our furry duo and points to the sky. But not before even the most jaded of viewers can fail to glimpse the sprightly twitch of whiskers on the diminutive figure's tabby snout. glowing with mute satisfaction Mr. Tickles smiled. THE END for now.	Lanark

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