"Latur Celebrates Pride!!"
» Wutz Happenin: Pride month has come and Latur wants to show appreciation to the people who are special in his life. It goes better and worse than you'd expect.
»Quick Factz: Word count is 2675! WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO POST THIS FUUUUUUUCK (Happy late Pride Month!!)
“JACQUES! LOOPEY!! HERE, NOW!”
Latur’s voice boomed through the caverns and tunnels, easily reaching both. Not like it really mattered anyways, the very reality around them shifting as both ended up in a large, dark cavern. Latur had his back turned to both.
“Uhm… If you’re gonna kill us… Do her first,” Jacques said.
“WHAT?! Meanie, whatever it is, you were the one who probably did it! I keep finding all your gross… boy stuff around. And also stop stealing my make up!” Loopey rebutted.
“Well it’s not my fault I look better in it, ugh.”
“QUIET. I HAVE SOMETHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR PITIFUL ATTEMPTS TO BLAME EACH OTHER,” Latur shouted. Slowly turning to face both, Loopey shivered while Jacques wondered if Loopey had bought more eyeliner yet.
As he turned to face both, both realized he was holding something…
“Happy pride month you two!!!” Latur happily exclaimed. It was the pride flag he was holding, waving it around.
“HELLO???” Jacques said in shock.
“Wh… Really?! Thank you Latur!!” Loopey was cut off.
“I know, you weren’t expecting me, right? But I love pride month! Shallow ultimately meaningless shows of support are what I live for, and with in-fighting at an all time high, I’m in for a great showing this year! I figure what better way to pay it forward than by showing some appreciation for the homos I personally know in my life,” Latur explained.
“I always knew you had it in you! I have noticed you making a turn around for the better actually… I’m so happy to celebrate with you! But what about the others? You know we’re not the only-”
“Shhh shhhh shhhh shhhh shhhhhhhh… They’re not important,” Latur hushed Loopey.
“Well okay. What did you get us? You know I hate it when you teaseeeee,” Jacques whined.
“Full grown man. Anyways, you two are going to get a very special opportunity! I had a great brain wave recently, if you two had some company, maybe you would bug me less! Sooooo I’m going to give you a super special tour of my awesome creative process, and at the end you two can take home your own lovable companion! It’ll be like the closest thing either of you get to a child!” Latur exclaimed.
“Your uh… what?” Loopey was confused.
“Oh! Like how he makes monsters and stuff,” Jacques said.
“I thought he just found them in the world and brought them here, though?”
“Usually, but there just aren’t enough for what I need, and I like having my own creative control.” Latur motioned for both to follow him as he started leading them… somewhere. “So a lot of them are my own original creations. Not exactly something I need everybody knowing about, so I do it all in a very secret spot. But I trust you two are subjugated enough to my totally awesome will that I don’t need to worry even!”
Jacques shrugged. “So long as you keep bringing cuties for me, I don’t mind.”
“Ughhhh, boys…” Loopey lamented.
Latur led the two out of the chamber and into a tunnel, walking for some time he maintained his excitement while Jacques and Loopey seemed slightly bored.
“Why would you make it take so long to get to?” Loopey asked.
“Well it doesn’t usually take this long for me, I’m just taking the scenic path for you two. But look, we’re here!” Latur pointed at a crack in the rock. All of them ran up to it, Jacques and Loopey staring wide eyed into it. It was dark and the air seemed to be warm coming out of it. It seemed so different compared to the usual texture of the stone, unlike anything they’d seen before.
“Huh, that’s new,” Jacques said.
Led on by Latur, they entered the crack, quickly finding it gave way to an uneven and perelious descent. As they carefully made their way down, two things became obvious.
The first was that this place was GROSS. The air was heavy with moisture, and the walls and floor were oddly squishy. It made a terrible squelching noise with each step, and from a faint glow emitted by Loopey, it became quickly clear the material they were surrounded by was some sort of writhing flesh. A strange slime stuck to their shoes as they walked, eliciting shivers.
The second was Latur happily hovered over all of it, not once touching it as his own green glow illuminated the way.
“Sorry not sorry about the tough way down, I don’t exactly design this place for visitors!” Latur said.
Loopey and Jacques were doubting how worth it this gift would be, both finally reaching the bottom as they now maneuvered their way through a tight corridor that bent and curved in an oddly natural feeling way. Along the sides were various branching paths, from which terrible groans and squealing emanated from. Jacques caught sight of an eye on the wall that was watching him and felt a sense of dread.
“Heyyyyy… Do you ever like, clean up down here? This place reminds me of you, except even slimier somehow,” he said.
“I actually used to! Or at least I had people who did, but then something happened, all the viscera splattered around came to life, and it just sort of got out of hand from there. Like an unfinished basement, gross attic, or you inside that human body, you know?” Latur explained.
“Oh, uhm, die,” Jacques said while making a heart with his hands.
Loopey had nothing to say, she was more worried making sure none of the weird meat juice got on her clothes. It wasn’t easy, considering often she found herself being pressed up against one of the walls due to the lack of space.
“You better help me clean this outfit later, it’s hand wash only...” Loopey muttered.
Finally, everybody got some more room as they came to a large chamber. Clearly the center, as even in the darkness they could spot several holes in the wall that likely led down other paths. In the center however was the real looker.
It was a huge pile of flesh, its color was hard to tell in the dark but it was some mix of deep reds and purples. It stretched high up as an almost perfect pyramid, and near the top increasingly defined bodies could be made out, slowly melding together. Human, animal, and some indecipherable for one reason or another. Above it was a large whole in the ceiling. Jacques got closer to try to look up it and saw only pitch black.
“Behold the source of all magic and wonder, I call it the Master of Creation, or the ‘Meat’ster!!!” Latur announced as he stretched his arms wide. “Animals, like abandoned pets and livestock from poisoned land, along with certain VERY incompetent humans are so easy for me to reap I end up taking their whole bodies too!”
After he finished speaking, it was silence.
“...Hey. I’m noticing a distinct silence save for the Master’s breathing. I’m being celebrated during pride month too you know,” Latur said turning back to face the two.
“Oh…. And you’ve never returned my calls?” Jacques asked.
“Gross! Watch me poke it with a stick and hope I don’t use it on you,” Latur grabbed a long and carefully pointed fragment of bone off the ground. He jabbed it a few times into the Master, causing it wail and cry in an intolerable high pitch.
“Oooooh, can I try?” Loopey asked.
“Oh uhhhhh… Yeah sure.” Latur handed Loopey the bone. Loopey took it in her hands, studying it for a second seconds. She turned it around to the blunt end and poked Latur in the forehead with it.
“Boop!” Loopey giggled.
“...Cute,” Latur said, blushing yet scowling.
“I wish I had a situationship like you guys...” Jacques sighed.
“Well luckily and unusually for you, your sweet meats are not the focus of attention! Now watch very carefully.”
Latur floated over to the Master. He reached with his hands and grabbed its immense body, easily pulling away a few stringy chunks. He held it up for the others to see.
“Come get some for yourselves! It mostly washes off I think! Not like I bother but none of you have noticed yet,” Latur motioned for both to come over.
Jacques and Loopey apprehensively walked over. Jacques was the first to decide to grab some for himself. Holding it in his hands, he recoiled back but managed to keep his grip on it.
“Ugh! It’s like slimy ground beef… it feels weirdly… cohesive?”
Loopey didn’t seem thrill, but with some encouraging motions she eventually reached out to get some for herself.
“EEEEEE!!! It’s so warm and gooey! Gross gross gross!” He reflexively threw it back and flailed her hands.
“Awwww, don’t be like that… Here, look-” Latur floated away from the Master, sitting down at an open spot as placing his dripping hunks onto the floor. He started to mold them with his hands, just sort of making it rise up. “It’s like uhhh.. building with clay! Arts and crafts, you know?”
Loopey’s expression softened a bit as her hands calmed down. “Ye-Yeah… It sounds better I guess that way.”
“I mean I know you could probably make something really cute! I’ve seen a lot of your pottery and dolls that you’ve made…” He floated back over to her, rubbing her shoulders. Loopey blushed.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d notice that stuff, that’s… Actually really nice to hear. Okay, I’ll try.” Loopey reached back in, grabbing a big wad of the sculpting meat as she trotted over to start next to Latur’s pile.
“...Wow. Gross,” Jacques commented, getting his own material as he sat down next to Loopey. Latur took his seat again as both of them started to mold their burgeoning creations.
Loopey surprisingly quickly seemed to be happy with how hers was going. It was a small potato shaped lump with a horn and wings. Latur watched curiously.
“What is that?” He asked.
“It’s gonna be a unicorn hamster! Do you have like, fur and eyes to give them when we’re done?” Loopey asked.
“Oh yeah! I should go get the organs and bones too…”
Latur made a motion with his hand and from the ceiling, organs and bones began to drop down.
“Oh great! I’m gonna give my men some real bones…” Jacques happily said.
Latur and Loopey looked up. Jacques had made about 50 incredibly muscular and well proportioned meat men. Loopey was visibly disturbed, while Latur looked curiously.
“Good thing they’re not anatomically accurate. In fact I actually want them for myself, yoink!” Suddenly all the meat men sank back into the floor, save for one. It was a particularly round one, and Jacques clung to it for his dear life.
“NO!!! He’s my favorite… You CAN’T take him!” Jacques desperately said.
“Aww… Come on, you have to let him keep it!” Loopey pouted.
“Oh, fine,” Latur relented. He went back to watching Loopey work, handing her eyes and teeth and fur as the two worked for what felt like a while.
“Ooooooh, its got the cutest most biggest eyes! I love him!!!” Loopey’s heart was melting. Her creation was nearly finished, looking like an incredibly adorable hamster. Latur held a pair of tiny wings and a teeny horn delicately in his hands.
“Well he’s gonna get even cuter, watch!” Latur carefully placed the wings onto the hamster’s back, then screwed in the horn in the front. Loopey’s eyes may have been bigger than the hamster’s.
“He’s ADORABLE!!! I love him so much! I’m gonna name him Rainbow Vanilla Twist Swirl!” She exclaimed. Hugging him tight, Loopey quickly realized the awkwardness in her showering her unending love on a limp lifeless rodent. “So uh… How do you bring him to life?”
Latur floated back to the Meatster, lifting up an incredibly beautiful flap on its body to reveal an oozing purple slime. As it was revealed, a cacophony of sound came out. “Contained within is the other important ingredient, beautiful gelled together souls! It’s potent stuff, a glob of this is enough to bring any pile of flesh to life.” He reached his hand it, digging it around in there and pulling out a particularly jiggly piece of the stuff.
Latur returned to Loopey’s side, passing by Jacques. “You can go ahead and grab some yourself, just don’t get a soul flap mixed up with a waste flap. Like, really, don’t.”
Jacques just looked at him with wide eyes before tentatively approaching the Meatster. Taking Rainbow in his hands, Latur dripped the goo down into its mouth. When he finished, the wings began to twitch as the unicorn hamster blinked a few times. He looked at Latur, who pointed at Loopey. “Love her.”
The unicorn hamster flew up and immediately began to shower Loopey with little hamster kisses as it cooed affectionately. Loopey squealed as she cupped her new pet in her hands, gently running a finger across its back as it purred.
“OH, HE’S PERFECT!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!” Loopey tackled Latur, after carefully letting Rainbow go of course, and smothered him in kisses and hugs. Latur gagged and stuck his tongue but, his face was blushing.
Jacques meanwhile was finishing stuffing his own creation’s gullet full of the necessary souls. Coming to life, this one actually spoke.
“Hey guys, Mark Orcaberg here,” Mark Orcaberg said.
Latur, Loopey, and Rainbow stopped and all stared.
“Jacques what the fuck is that,” Latur asked. Loopey and Rainbow were in stunned silence at the large orca man only in underwear.
“It’s my MAN. I’ve been dying for some real connection you know… A boy toy for ME to keep around,” Jacques explained. “I think he’ll be perfect for me…”
“You guys want to try Orcabook?” Mark Orcaberg asked.
Latur was fixated on the area of the chest where there would usually be nipples. He turned to Loopey. “You can like… Make him clothes… Right?”
The sound of lapping waves wasn’t exactly something common. Charged slime thrashing against bare rock, foaming and chruning as it was forced through jagged structures was what Loopey had become accustomed to after meeting Latur. A constant blue light from the walls that revealed nothing of what lay below, probably for the best, she thought.
But this was different. It was about as close to a picturesque beach as she ever imagined it being. It felt real nothing else her digital existence had ever known. She knew some things were wrong, the sky clearly just overlaid upon the walls, fractal patterns spreading through everything from the near undetectable structure of the clouds to the way the sand, yet another simply layered texture, seemed to settle into place. The palm trees were the most obvious mess up, their forms branching again and again until finally giving way to leaves that continued into detail too fine for even her trained eyes.
But looking at the colors of the sunset, seeing Jacques and Mark Orcaberg frolic where the water and land met while splashing each other, even the feel of Rainbow’s fur as he slept in her lap. It was nice, a luxury rarely afforded.
“You know… You did a good job, actually,” Loopey said. Latur was sitting behind her, looking out at his work before turning to her.
“Just… everything. You can be a good person when you try, you have it in you! I really believe in you Latur, okay? I think there’s a lot more to you than you like to admit,” Loopey said as both looked each other deeply in the eyes.
“Haha! I love you Orcaberg!” Jacques happily shouted, giggling feeling the slight burn of the recolored goo against his skin.
“You too, Jacques, add me on Orcaville!” Mark Orcaberg replied.
“...Thank you, Loopey,” Latur sheepishly said.
“Ohhhhh, come here already!” Loopey wrapped her arms around Latur, both falling to the ground laughing and giggling.
