The Shoggoth Secret - Lovecraftian Erotica (7 page)

“So, do you like having my cock
in your ass?” he said.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh...” she
panted.

“You're a slut, is that right?”

She squealed for a moment before
answering.

“Yes!”

“You're my slut, aren't you? My
own little sentient sex doll who will let me do whatever I want.”

Greta screamed her pleasure to the
world.

“Oh yes, yours and Kelly's but
she sent me to you, so I must be yours.”

He pressed a finger to her clit firmly,
then began moving it in circles.

“Then cum for me my slut. I want
to feel your tight ass convulse around my cock.”

Greta screamed again. Her back arched
up off the table and Jacob felt her cumming. Her ass clamped down on
his cock hard, but he managed to thrust once, twice, three more times
before he buried it in her as deep as he could and started cumming
himself.

I need to sit down before I fall down,
he
thought when he finished.

He slid himself out of Greta's
ass and backed away a step. Greta started to slide, bonelessly, off
the
table so he dropped to
his knees to catch her before she hit the ground. The two of them
ended up in a
tangled mess on
the floor.

Damn, I always thought fucking someone senseless was just a
figure of speech,
Jacob thought.

After waiting a minute for his own
sense of balance to stabilize, he picked her up and laid her down on
the couch. He lifted her head and slid in beneath her, putting her
head in his lap. His hand slid down to her nipples and idly played
with them as he tried to reconcile this young redhead with his
crotchety old landlady. He found the idea inconceivable and wondered
if Kelly were playing a trick on him.

With his body tired and his brain
overloaded, Jacob dozed off with Greta's head still in his lap.

* * *

Jacob startled awake when the door
opened. When he tried to stand he found that Greta was still asleep.
She was snoring, softly, and had turned on her side. Her face was now
buried against his stomach.

Kelly walked into the apartment. She
looked tired but excited. When she saw Jacob, she smiled. The sight
of Greta in his lap made the smile grow wider.

“Looks like my distraction
worked. I thought you might like a girl who took charge of things and
Mrs. Shaw seemed to fit the bill.”

“This is really her?” Jacob
asked. “I just can't believe that this hot and horny girl is
really my landlady.”

“It's her. I showed her a few
tricks so she could change her body more quickly. Normally being able
to change that much would take a week. This is what she looked like
years ago, or at least how her body remembers being. Taking a form
your body remembers is easier than taking an entirely new one.”

“Well, she's certainly a handful.
Knows what she's doing too, she showed me some tricks I'd never even
heard of,” Jacob said. “How did things go?”

Kelly's smile returned.

“I have to go back in three days.
Our contact will be bringing his mistress there, along with a case
holding a million dollars in cash. The cash is ours once she can
change her form. So, ten days from now we'll be set for money. I
won't have to stay there, but I'll drop by each day. Ashley's father
will hold the cash in escrow until the deal is done.”

Jacob's jaw dropped.

“A million bucks?” he said.

Kelly nodded.

“I demonstrated shape changing
for him. I had him show me pictures of women on television and in
photos, then showed him that I could change to look like any of them.
I told him his mistress would be able to do the same after. I didn't
tell him that she could be an exact copy if she obtained a sample
from someone, I'll tell that to her instead.”

“Yeah, but a million bucks?”

“He seemed to think he was
getting a bargain. He would have gone higher but I kept your advice
in mind and tried to generate some good will there.”

Greta's sleepy voice piped up, slightly
muffled from her face being so close to Jacob's stomach.

“A million dollars isn't what it
once was Jacob. Even I have that much tucked away,” she said.

“Why do you keep running this
place then? Just sell it and go do whatever you like,” Jacob
replied.

“What was I going to do? Besides,
I run this place and get to see all kinds of good looking college
boys. An old woman needs her fantasies, doesn't she? I might sell it
now though, I don't need to just fantasize any more.”

Greta's tongue flicked out and licked
Jacob's stomach.

“What do you think lover boy,
should we move out of this dump?” Greta asked.

Jacob looked at Kelly, who shrugged.

“Let's wait on that a bit longer,
okay?” he said.

“Shit!” Greta cursed. “That
means I need to spend some more time in that old lady's body, doesn't
it?”

“I can show you how to do a
surface change and how to do partial changes. It's much quicker and
takes less energy,” Kelly said. “Then you can just change
the surface of the parts that will be exposed. The body itself can be
like this if the parts that are exposed look the way people expect.
They'll never suspect a thing.”

“Thank you Kelly, I owe you
everything. If there's anything you need, just tell me,” Greta
said.

“You owe me nothing, it's Jacob
we both owe. Without him I'd still be imprisoned and you'd still be
an old lady.”

“Him, at least, I know how to
thank. I'll enjoy doing so too.”

Greta stopped talking and turned
herself so her face pointed down. Jacob's cock disappeared into her
mouth with a slurp. Kelly walked over, stripped, and knelt down in
front of the couch. Jacob's right hand moved out and buried itself in
her hair while his left went on the back of Greta's head.

An exhausted Jacob dragged himself out
of bed the next morning. He slid out from under Greta's arm without
waking her. Kelly was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. When he
walked out into the living room he found her. She was sitting on the
couch, eyes closed. He knew that pose, she was in mental
communication with someone she'd recently changed. Instead of
disturbing her, he went into the kitchen.

What do I want for breakfast,
he thought.
Okay, I know what I want. Steak, eggs, toast,
hash browns, and a pot of coffee. I wonder what I actually have here
though.

He rummaged through the kitchen and
ended up with cold cereal. After eating, he went back out into the
living room. Kelly's eyes were open now but she was still sitting on
the couch.

“So, I don't want to be a pain
about it, but when do we get the money you were talking about?”
he asked.

“You aren't being a pain. You
told me right off that money would be important. It's only logical
that you be concerned with it. We should receive the money in about
ten days, as I said yesterday.”

“I'm sorry, I must've missed
that. I was a little distracted.”

“I know, I planned it that way.
But if you are concerned about money, don't you have the last
paycheck from your old job that you can pick up today? Also, Greta
said she had money, if you ask her for some, I'm sure she won't
mind,” Kelly said.

“How do you remember all this
stuff? How do you keep track of it?”

“The mind of a Shoggoth is
compartmentalized. In order to remember everything about the
different forms we can take our memory is both large and highly
accurate.”

“Well, I'm kind of ashamed to
show my face at my job, since I just disappeared and everything, but
I suppose I can show up. I've got a check for two weeks work due.
That should hold us for ten days, especially without having to set
any aside for rent.”

“You should go and pick it up
then.”

“Want to come with me? If they
see you, they'll understand why I just disappeared.”

Greta's voice carried out from the
bedroom.

“Why don't we both go with him
Kelly? Give those muscular guys down at the lumberyard something to
look at. Maybe sneak a few peeks ourselves.”

“I can see you have something
else in mind Jacob,” Kelly said. “What, exactly, are you
thinking? I can sense most of it, but not all of it.”

Jacob chewed on his lip for a moment.

“Well, remember I told you about
those guys hassling me?”

Kelly nodded and he continued.

“One of them works down at the
yard. He ought to be on shift right now. I thought I'd make sure he
got a look at you, kind of rub it in.”

“That isn't what I saw in your
mind. At least, not all of it,” Kelly said.

“The guy's a real dick. If he
sees you with me, he'll come over and try to get you away from me. I
figured if he was still being that much of an asshole, maybe you
could Change him and we could teach him a lesson?”

“That fills out the parts I
wasn't seeing in your mind. Yes, I'd be glad to do that. Especially
if you intend to follow through on the ideas we were discussing about
him earlier on. I want to be present for that, it promises to be a
truly perverse experience.”

“I want to go too,” Greta
said. “What's this about Changing the guy? And something about
it being perverse?”

Kelly took a moment to explain to her
the previous conversation she and Jacob had about the guys that were
harassing him. Greta laughed out loud when Kelly got to her idea
about forcing him to speak his thoughts after he was changed.

“I definitely want to be around
for that. So, can we both go?” Greta asked.

“Perform your surface change, go
down to your apartment and ensure that nothing needs your attention.
Then come back here and we will all go together,” Kelly said.

She turned to Jacob.

“Assuming that's okay with you,”
she said.

“Yeah, like I'm going to complain
about having two beautiful girls with me instead of just one. It's
fine with me. I'd love you have you along Greta, you're a lot of fun.
But I'll be stopping at the bank also since I need to cash my check.
I was going to hit the grocery store as well, but I can do that
later.”

“That sounds good actually. I'm a
lot hungrier in this younger form and don't have a lot of food in my
apartment. Plus I'm craving foods that I haven't eaten in years, so a
stop at the store would be great,” Greta said.

“Greta,” Kelly said, “or
should I say, Mrs. Shaw?”

Greta sighed.

“Fine. Jacob, if you would leave
the room? I don't want you to see me like that.”

She turned to Kelly.

“I need my clothes from the empty
apartment across the hall. I left them there yesterday when I
finished changing. The only things I have here are this mini-skirt
and tank-top. Somehow I don't think they'd look as good on my older
body.”

“Get them and change. You must
keep up the illusion for now, until there are many more of us,”
Kelly said.

Greta drew her clothes on and scooted
across the hall. Jacob assumed that she was getting her other clothes
and doing as Kelly had instructed. He went into the bedroom and got
dressed. When he finished, he called out.

“Is it safe for me to come out?
Is Greta gone?”

“Not yet,” Kelly answered.
“Give us a few minutes.”

Jacob took the time to make a mental
shopping list.

Steak, pasta, anything with protein and carbs. What the hell? I
don't normally eat like that. I guess I've used more energy in the
past few days than I have in a while, even when hauling stuff around
the yard. I'm not complaining though.

He ran through the memories of some of
the things he'd done the last few days and realized that he was
turning himself on.

None of that until later,
he told himself.
I need some real food before I do any of
that.

He heard the door shut and Kelly's
voice called out.

“It's safe now.”

He went back to the living room and the
two of them waited until Greta returned. When she came back in a few
minutes later, she was in her younger form again. Jacob thought about
commenting on her choice of clothing but held his tongue. She looked
good, really good, in the short-shorts and white t-shirt she was
wearing. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and a flash of pink flesh
at her crotch let him know she was going commando too. The sandals
she was wearing completed the theme, with every piece of clothing she
wore exposing more than it hid.

They left the apartment and headed for
Jacob's car. On the way down the stairs, Greta called out:

“Shotgun!”

Kelly looked around quickly.

“Where?” she asked.

“No, it's slang. It means I'm
claiming the front seat. I want to ride next to Jacob,” Greta
said.

“Oh, that's fine,” Kelly
replied.

The drive to the lumberyard normally
took about ten minutes. It took longer today since Jacob was worried
about having an accident. Greta's hand dropped into his lap when the
car started moving and he had problems concentrating on the road.

They pulled into the parking lot of the
lumberyard and all three of them got out and headed for the office.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jacob saw Keith heading towards them.

“That's one of the assholes I was
talking about,” he told Kelly in a whisper.

“The tall blonde one?”

“Yeah, the one coming this way.
He's probably going to try to start shit with me.”

Kelly took a moment to digest the
euphemism, or maybe she read the meaning in his mind.

“If he does, I will intercede,”
she said.

“Don't get yourself hurt,”
Jacob said.

“I won't.”

They made it into the office before
Keith got to them but Jacob knew he'd be waiting outside after they
were done.