So: In honor of Avatar: The Last Airbender movie/debacle coming out this weekend, the cartoon of which is one of Abraxas' favorite subjects, I figured I'd go back into his vault and dig up one of his stories from before he frequented TR. So this tale was not written for us in any way, shape, or form, but for his own enjoyment.
It's play. A game. I need to remember that it's innocent. It doesn't matter what I saw. It doesn't matter what I think I saw, I guess, what I imagine I saw. I need to remember that it's only just natural between lemur and bison.That sinking feeling in your stomach is all too appropriate.
Well - that's what Aang says and that's what I'm believing....
Of course, Aang, he's got to know what he's talking about. Am I right? He lived with the lemur and the bison. He's got to know, I mean, living with those two all of his life, he's got to know what their play is like. Yeah? Even though he didn't see, exactly, what I saw - mostly, because I can't bring myself to describe it face to face with the Avatar - that, that whatever it was, that happened with Momo and Appa.
It was part of the game!
In case you hadn't guessed, young Water Tribe warrior Sokka is the narrator, and he's noticed something weird happening between Momo, the flying-lemur, and Appa, the giant flying-bison. Before we really get started, this story is a bit of a slow burn, so to speak, so I don't want to hear any of your bitching about how it's boring. Wait until the end.
Instincts - that's how I knew something was wrong. Momo and Appa fight like cats and dogs all of the time. It's so common nobody remembers a time when it didn't happen. One day I realized there had been a transformation of their routine. The fights were about the usual trivial food issues as always but now there was this new extra-added intensity. Especially with Momo getting more vocal and Appa getting more scared. I guess if you didn't notice the little detail things like that these sorts of changes would have escaped you.Oh. Momo and Appa look like this, respectively:
That wasn't everything. The real clue that something was wrong came after the fights. Momo and Appa became so strangely tender and affectionate after their spars. The lemur would be grooming the beast and the bison would be licking the monkey about everywhere. Everywhere! Excessively....
What if a lemur and a bison find each other by a twist of fate? I mean, there are no other Appas and we haven't seen a lot of Momos....,,,yet you want to write an entire story about it describing it in detail.
But if this is love then it's a very sick and perverted kind of love. I cannot imagine it. I don't want to think about it...yet....
I know people like to do strange and bizarre things when others aren't watching. When we stayed at Ba Sing Se, and we searched for Appa, I wandered into a less than reputable business that catered to a slew of fetishes. Wow, people, especially people you wouldn't suspect, are way into nasty and dirty things.Well, what did you expect when the store is called Bed, Bath and Balloon-Fucking?
Why can't it be true with animals?This is a line of reasoning unique to erotic fan fiction writers. Question: If this were true, wouldn't some dude have to be fucking another dude right in front of them, for god knows how long? I mean, it can take up to 12 weeks to housebreak a puppy -- shouldn't it take even longer to train a bison to fuck a small lemur up the ass? Anyways, Sokka eventually resumes spying.
I mean, according to legends that everybody believes, people learned how to bend elements by observing the animals. What if it's always a two-way-street? They take as much from us as we take from them? Then it's natural that animals would have developed crazy fetish ideas.
I noticed a bush was shaking.Bush? Meat? Subtle, Abraxas. Filthy but subtle.
Thinking maybe it was meat I stalked and pounced atop it when it least expected it!
I was shocked by the smell coming out of that bush. It was so awful I feared I landed inside of a pile of Appa's fresh chucked turd. I feared it exploded over my clothes and I knew Katara would not let me forget it if she washed my laundry again. Then Momo jumped out of the shrub - the little guy stood within the grass - it shook off the shock of it.FORESHADOWING
The smell - good gods - it was coming off of Momo!
I apologized profusely. I was thinking I caught the lemur while it was doing its business. But that smell, good lords, that smell. A creature that small couldn't make a smell that big unless it was dying. Then, as it jolted into the water, I saw that its fur was sprinkled with long, green leaves.Why would Sokka apologize? He's not the one who smells like shit. Besides, Momo's a goddamn lemur. Can he even accept an apology?
I asked Aang about the lemur and the bison - and what their relationship was supposed to be like. I didn't know - alone suspect - what they were doing behind the scenes. I said they were acting strange and that maybe Momo accidently stepped into a pile of turd.Actually, now that I think about it, dogs eat their own shit all the time. So maybe it wouldn't take as long to teach an animal to have a scat-fetish. Also, OH GOD LOOK WHAT FFF IS DOING TO MY MIIIINNNNDDDD
How that was possible, well, I couldn't figure. Except, maybe, if it wasn't accidently. Maybe Momo was full of fetishes too.
I was baffled.And aroused. I guess that goes without saying, though.
What could it be, this thing...between them....Juicy and reeking of feces! What a mystery!
I started to theorize. Momo and Appa - they were two souls bonded by love. Hey, now, let's be frank, there's nothing wrong with it. If a lemur and a bison want to live together as some kind of husband and husband arrangement, thing, that's not my business. Actually, to be completely honest, none of this stuff is my business. Except I was too bored to keep to myself. Too bored with too much time. And this mystery was just too damned juicy not to investigate.
So the thought came to me - what if they tried to mate?Well, Momo would probably explode that in the Scanners/Head Asplode pic I run in FFF so often.
I know I shouldn't entertain a thought like that. I mean, yeah, who goes around wondering if animals (or people!) are mating when nobody's watching. It happens, I know, and it's not something to be amused by - er - unless I'm beset by fetishes I don't know and can't understand!Yeah -- who does wonder this kind of shit, Abraxas? What kind of depraved soul takes the time to imagine these things?
How tainted is this universe?As a man who has run FFF for over two years, I can say with authority: VERY. FUCKING VERY.
What was I going to get out of it, anyway?Aroused. Obviously.
I wanted the answer to a question I could not utter.
Whether I was repulsed by it or aroused by it, the thought was there and could not be denied - I needed to know.
For days and days I stayed up late into the night. We weren't followed and I think those two realized it too. They were more relaxed than anxious. Now, about my vigil, nothing seemed to be happening and I felt stupid that I wasting my time. Then, just when I was about to quit, there was a breakthrough that breathed life into my operation. Something was happening! Something. I heard it, then, I saw it: activity at the edge of the camp.Admittedly, Momo sounds like the name for a piece of Ikea furntiture, so this is somewhat understandable.
Without getting out of my blanket, without hinting that I had been stirred by their disturbance, I simply shifted about. I tossed and turned a little. I pretended to go back to sleep. Meanwhile I gazed through my nearly shut lids and I couldn't believe what I was seeing!
It looked like Appa was trying to sit atop Momo.
Yes, imagine that, a ten-ton magical monster attempting to sit atop a monkey. A tiny, scrawny monkey, that kept flapping from bush to bush, attempting to evade the weight of that butt.Maybe they were just playing a clumsy version of duck-duck-goose?
Every time Appa thought he cornered the lemur the bison dropped onto its two back legs and sort of wiggled its tail against the ground. And every time Momo jumped out of the way. This continued, well, I don't know how long it continued. I was overwhelmed by sleep while the activity was still ongoing.You know, sometimes whenI get really upset I get sleepy -- like my body just tries to shut itself down to avoid whatever horrible shit is going on. I can't help but wonder if Sokka is the same way.
The night I made that discovery - the visage that torments my mind into this very moment - that night I was careful about the way I pretended to sleep. I didn't come out of it fully, as I always attempted to earlier, rather I let myself linger between waking and sleeping. It was uneasy, that balance, my nerves were so raw I was shocked by each and every sound. My curiosity and my drive to know mixed with a sense of doom that kept rousing me out of my dream.Note the "sense of doom." All I can tell you is that it's very, very apt.
The on and off activity continued throughout that sitting and evading game.Oh god.
Soon the campsite was quiet. I knew [ game was finished and if I just opened my eyes I would be witness to whatever it was that followed the 'foreplay'. I was disappointed to find nothing. Appa wasn't going around sitting from bush to bush. Momo wasn't jumping everywhere. Actually, I couldn't find Momo, I assumed the lemur retreated into a tree and that ended the ritual.
But there was something wrong with the way Appa was walking.OH GOD.
Still in my sleeping bag, wrapped in my blanket, and still feigning sleep, I watched as the beast moved shakily along its six massive legs. It was like the kind of uneasy, 'drunk' gait you expect of an animal that's already half asleep. The problem was that Appa didn't look sleepy. Indeed, he seemed to be rather animated.I want to cry as well. But I've read ahead.
His mouth was open like a grimace as he walked toward the river. His eyes were rolling. His lids seemed to be swelling with tear. It looked like he wanted to cry but was forcing it back just to be quiet.
Stunned by this - my interpretation of events which I admit could have been tainted by drowsiness - I crawled out of the blankets on hands and knees and followed Appa toward the edge of the river.The other problem with Abraxas' fan fics? He can write. He can pace and build tension. This makes his stories harder to mock and simply more traumatizing, in my opinion.
Hiding within the safety of the undergrowth, I was awake and my eyes were flooded by the visuals of a strange, eerie reality, streaming into my mind as it was coming into existence. I noticed Appa's genitals were extended beyond natural. That was the strongest clue yet about the nature of their relationship - and it way almost enough to break my brain. Clearly, it was more than a game, I mean...the bison was aroused, its gargantuan sexual display couldn't be denied. It was swollen and leaking. I wondered if its frustration was caused by its inability to mate, physically, with Momo.
And then, oh, my, gods, I learned just how wrong I was. About everything. Oh, terribly, horribly wrong! Jeez, I can't get that image out of my head! The reality of it - that it was truly, actually happening in front of my face. Am I doomed to see it, again and again, in all of its warped and demented color, forever? Why didn't I just leave well enough alone? Why couldn't I just fall asleep like always? Why am I cursed with this mind and its need to know?
You don't understand. The sight of it. Gods, the smell of it. These aren't things that leave you! It's so unthinkable and unnatural. Who thought of it? Did it start as an accident and quickly become a game between them? And, again, I wondered what did Appa get out of it? Good lords almighty - what did Momo get out of it?
It must have been something - or - it wouldn't be happening....
Appa raised its tail and cut the loudest, stinkiest, breeziest burst of gas I experienced. My eyes watered and I verged into fainting. I could have gagged right then and there and blown my cover - as well as chunks! I thought I was going to be further disgusted by watching, up front and personal, the beast doing its business. I mean its legs were wide, its tail was up, its butt was shaking. All of that meant one thing was going to happen....BOOM. MOMO IS INSIDE APPA'S ASS.
Yet, as I was about to turn away, I caught one last glimpse and I paused. Frozen by shock. Instead of a turd dumping out of its butt - it was Momo's arm!
Then the other arm poked out of that entrance. The hands grasped the puckered lip-like flesh and widened it enough to allow a head out of that cavity. Legs followed and, with another hiss of air, the lemur tumbled onto the rocks.AND I CAN'T EVEN USE THE HEAD ASPLODE PIC BECAUSE IT MAKES ME THINK OF MOMO EXPLODING OUT OF APPA'S ASS.
Then, gods, while I was petrified and about to wet my pants, Appa turned and gave Momo one long wet sloppy lick.I can definitely run a Toht Face, though.
I don't remember what happened afterward. My mind was so blown by the visual of that game that the rest of the night was a total blur. Someway, somehow, I got back into my sleeping bag and, again, one way or another I actually slept. My dreams were not tainted - thank the gods - but a good night's rest like that continues to elude me. I may be unable to sleep outdoors, alone again....I may never sleep again. Hopefully, with enough booze, I'll still be able to pass out.
I can't help but wonder if they suspect that I know. Momo doesn't seem to care if I do. I doubt there's anything like a sense of shame as far as the lemur is concerned. But Appa! The bison looks at me funny. Like he knows I know something.... I fear it. I feed him more food than usual and I groom him more thoroughly than required to placate him. Yet the sense of dread I feel persists.Dread that one day I'll be sitting down and Appa will SHOVE ME IN HIS GIANT ASS
If animals were adopting fetishes sicker and even more perverted than what humans were doing then there must be other, deep and dark secrets. What else are they hiding? What else do they do - plan to do - scheme and plot to do - while we're not looking?My god -- have animals discovered water sports? Can lemurs blow up balloons to hump? If Appa wears a piggy mask and plays Arthur's keep-your-duck-out-of-their-mouths game, is it more disturbing because he's already an animal?
Dam it - I never should have taken Katara fishing!The worst part? This is still almost certainly loads better than The Last Airbender movie.