Author's note:
This songfic is based around a song by one of my favorite groups
of the 1980's, Split Enz. The song comes from their 1982 album
"Time And Tide", and can also be found on their greatest hits
album, "History Never Repeats: The Best Of Split Enz".
This songfic is not about any anime series in particular, but it
does involve anime and manga that are about tentacle rape. It is
dark and lime-y, but is written more as a social criticism of
pornography and hentai anime than as promotion. Also note there
is one usage of profanity.
Please, though, *don't* think I'm preaching morality to you. ^_^
(I made that mistake once before. <hangs head>)
Shunsuke
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Dirty Creature
A songfic by Shunsuke -|||
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Lisa sat in the living room of her lakeside cabin one October evening,
preparing to watch an anime video she had rented just that day.
Despite the odd looks she got from the clerk, she wanted to find out
just how horrible the genre of "tentacle rape" truly was.
She had the tape in her VCR, the remote in one hand and a cup of hot
tea in the other, with her legs curled up on the couch and wrapped in
a blanket. In the darkness of the room lit only by the television
screen, she started the tape, and entered into the dark depth of the
most hideous hentai anime produced.
The story began with a tale of long ago Japan, when oni and demons
walked among men, and how the spread their evil, shown with still
images of hideous beasts, tentacled monsters that clutched women who
ran screaming, their clothes torn and stained with blood and fluids
of the beasts.
Lisa sat quietly, disgusted at the suggested and flimsily constructed
plot and animation, but she continued to watch. As she did, from the
dark depths of a nearby lake, something stirred, a foul creature from
that crawled and flopped its way to the shore, its shadow amorphous
and the perfect silhouette of evil.
* Dirty Creature come my way
* From the bottom of a big black lake
* Shuffles up to my window
* Making sure that I'm awake
As Lisa sat quietly watching the video, the beast slowly entered her
home through the walls. Softly, silently, it reached forth with its
tentacles to ensnare her in its fluid evil.
* S'probably gonna pick my brain
* Got me in a vice-like grip
* He said "One slip - you're dead!" Huh!
Not a hair left its place, the blanket was not disturbed, Lisa's cup
of tea sitting on the coffee table without a single ripple on its
surface, yet with all surety the beast's tentacles reached into her
and held her mind captive. Captive in both body and audience as she
now beheld some of the most evil sights she was to ever see.
* Dirty Creature of habit
* Little horror here to stay
* Anyone in his right mind
* Would tell it to go away
Already the film was not twenty minutes old and Lisa had witnessed
several disgusting, lewd scenes of fan service and perversions, yet
she could not bring herself to shut off the VCR. Something stirred
inside her, something in her mind that connected to the rest of her
body, creating a heat within her she both was both repulsed by and
embracing for its warmth.
* But the river of dread runs deep
* Full of unspeakable things
* The creature don't mess around
* I don't wanna mess with him
Lisa had always been against pornography, against how it portrayed
women as nothing more than "fuck toys" for men, holes to be used and
abused and then thrown away. Yet she felt strange stirrings within
herself as she watched the film, the most offensive thing she had
ever seen, and strangely, the most erotic.
The dirty creature now had its hooks in her.
* I don't wanna sail, I don't wanna sail
* I don't wanna, I don't wanna sail tonight
* Dirty Creature's got me at a disadvantage from the inside
Lisa watched in rapt attention as a red-headed teenager screamed
and ran from a black tentacled beast, the foul thing having no
particular shape, only a never ending supply of tentacles, with a
never ending length to each.
Even though the red-head had run a fair distance, the creature
grasped her by her ankle and she fell face down. As she looked
back, she screamed as she realized she was being dragged back to
the creature. She grasped for anything she could touch, grass,
roots, rocks, dirt, anything, but they all yielded to the beast's
strength as it finally picked her up and ran its oozing form over
her legs, her arms, her face.
* Tentacles on the brain
* Keep me from falling asleep
* I'm rooted to the spot
* The beast don't know when to stop
Lisa couldn't move, nothing but her arm which subconsciously
reached under the blanket and inside her loose sweatpants.
Slowly, the beast guided her hand with her mind, until her hand
at last felt her own soft and moist skin. With a precision and
skill of five hundred years, the beast made Lisa its latest
victim.
Once the beast needed to rape a young woman to spread its seed;
now it needed only to rape their morals, to make the act accepted
by men an women to create its offspring.
* Sneaking up from behind
* Binds and gags my wits
* Dirty Creature got my head
* Exactly where he wants it
By now Lisa was uncertain what was reality and what was fantasy,
her mind telling her the sensations she felt were those of the
girl on screen, the imaginary girl held captive, her clothes torn
from her body, arms splayed in all directions and every orifice of
her violated time and again, all the while the girl was screaming
and crying long past any sense of sanity, only begging for her
ordeal to end.
And Lisa was loving every minute of what they shared.
* I don't wanna sail, I don't wanna sail,
* I don't wanna, I don't wanna sail tonight,
* Taniwha is waiting for me just below the surface so bright
* Even as we speak the Dirty Creature springs a nasty surprise
Was it a dream to her? Lisa only came back to her senses as the
video tape stopped and began to rewind automatically; she was now
so wet, the love seat she sat on soaking wet with her own juices.
She cursed herself, angry at the mess she had made, all pleasure
she had felt ruined by this realization, leaving her sexually
charged and begging for a release she couldn't have.
* Dirty Creature knows my type
* Found it in a magazine
* He's seen the look of fear before
* Splattered all over the screen
Lisa picked up the box, looking carefully at the back cover to
read the descriptions and see the still shots pictured there.
She realized that what she saw on the box was not what she saw
on screen.
The beast from the screen - it was the one inside her mind!
She played back the tape, fast-forwarded it to the rape scenes,
and it was not the same! What was she looking at, she thought.
She fell to the floor on her rear, dismayed and frightened at
the thought of what she had just witnessed...or was it what she
had experienced?
* The animal magnet thug
* Draws me out of myself
* I need a dragon-slayer
* Who can save me from myself
As she sat there near tears, Lisa vowed she would take the tape back
tomorrow, to tell the police, the censorship groups, to anyone who
would listen, that this kind of trash was being distributed, that
anyone with a rental card could be....
...Could be so turned on that they'd do anything to get more of it.
Lisa sighed while her tears fell as she knew deep down she wanted
more.
* I don't wanna sail, I don't wanna sail,
* I don't wanna set sail for the middle of nowhere tonight
* Dirty Creature's got me at a disadvantage from the inside
Lisa stood up, looking like she had been ravaged, her hair matted to
her face. She was shaking from both lust and self-disgust as she
gathered her things to take a shower and try to clean both her mind
and body.
* I don't wanna sail upon the waters of invention tonight
She at last turned her head in surprise at the sound from outside - a
splash of water at the lake's edge.
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Additional note from Split Enz' album liner:
A Taniwha is a New Zealand dragon/sea monster type "dirty creature".
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