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fredbassettTitle : Let Them Eat Cake
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Claudia, Nick, Helen/Felix the Tentacle Monster, Others
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : 3.3 & 3.10
Word Count : 2,555
Summary : Just another day in Sanctuary, in which there are unexpected visitors and cake. It’s a well known fact that cake makes everything better.
A/N : Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lsellersfic’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! I went looking for ideas for something you might like, and came across a reference to the miniscule amount of consensual tentacle porn written from a woman's POV out there - I'll be happy to get some of that so I decided to oblige! Sanctuary is the wonderful brainchild of mysteriousaliwz.
Claudia heard a door bang loudly, positively rattling on its hinges. She hoped it wasn’t one of the special forces lads paying a visit. They had a nasty habit of turning up armed to the teeth, raiding the fridge for sandwich ingredients and cold beers, and then disappearing again in a blur of black clothing and unparliamentary language.
A moment or two later, a second door slammed shut inside the house so hard that even the normally placid Felix looked startled. Although how she was able to tell when a genetically modified future sex toy looked startled she wasn’t quite sure. But she knew him well enough now to pick up on the subtleties of his – somewhat amorphous – body language.
“I think Helen might be back,” she remarked to Nick, who’d chosen that moment to appear in the kitchen carrying an empty coffee mug and wearing a hopeful expression.
“I know, I’m trying to keep out of her way.”
“Haven’t you two kissed and made up yet?” Claudia enquired. She was secure enough in her relationship with Nick that she didn’t need him to stay at loggerheads with his ex-wife, especially not when the other woman turned up wearing a visitor’s pass almost as often as Connor did.
“She shot me!” Nick said, looking faintly aggrieved.
“To be entirely precise, she shot and killed you, but you should probably try to rise above it.”
“I think I did. How else did I end up here?”
“Don’t we get any credit for that?” a female voice asked from somewhere above their heads.
Nick shot an amused look at the ceiling. “Sorry, Management. You get full credit. Thank you.”
“You might not thank us in a minute” a second voice added.
Claudia shot a sharp glance at the ceiling. “Management, what have you done this time?”
“Nothing, honestly, the first voice said, a little too quickly for Claudia’s liking. “It wasn’t our fault.
Claudia sighed theatrically. “I’m going to have to put my head in the lioness’s den, aren’t I?”
“Best of luck, Carruthers,” Nick said. “I’ll send a search party if you’re not back in an hour.”
“You’ll send one a damn sight faster than that if you know what’s good for you, Nicholas Cutter! She’s your ex-wife, remember.”
“With heavy emphasis on the ex, if you don’t mind.” Nick grinned at her. “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?”
The sound of something that sounded suspiciously like a boot being thrown against the wall of the guest bedroom made Claudia wince. Norman wasn’t going to be at all impressed if he came back from a week’s holiday to discover that Helen had ruined the paintwork. The wretched woman seemed to have arrived in a spectacularly bad mood.
Claudia stalked down the corridor, noticing that the door to Stephen and Ryan’s room was firmly shut, with a Do Not Disturb notice hanging on the door. There clearly wasn’t going to be any moral support forthcoming from that direction. Not that she entirely blamed them. Helen wasn’t exactly their favourite person, and with good reason, she had to admit, but Claudia had never really seen any point in bearing a grudge.
She stood outside the door of the guest bedroom and gave a polite knock.
Something heavy thudded against the inside of the door.
“Don’t be childish!” Claudia said acerbically. “I’m coming in, whether you like it or not, and if I get hit by any flying objects I’m not going to be pleased.”
She pulled the door open and looked in to find Helen, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking furious. One of her boots was behind the door and another was at the base of a wall, having left a trail of reddish mud behind as it slid to the floor. Norman was very definitely not going to be pleased. She was going to have to find out how handy Felix was with a paintbrush. But at least Helen had taken her boots off before plonking herself down on the bed.
Helen’s dark hair was still cut short, but instead of the smart skirt and businesslike jacket she’d been wearing on her last visit, she seemed to be dressed in some sort of beige overall. It strained rather a lot around her ample cleavage, but most of her clothes seemed to do that. She looked dressed for desert camouflage, and Claudia wondered when on earth the wretched woman had been up to now.
“I don’t want company,” Helen snapped.
“Then why did you come here?” Claudia retorted, not entirely fairly, she had to admit, as most people didn’t seem to get much of a choice in the matter.
Helen shot her a basilisk-glare. “Do I look like I came of my own accord?”
Claudia took another look, and had to agree that Helen did seem a little more dishevelled than usual. Her overall was dusty and dirty, as was her hair and she looked more tired than Claudia remembered. Something else was odd as well, but Claudia couldn’t quite pin it down…
“You’re not wearing a visitor’s pass,” she said, as the light finally dawned.
“No, I’m bloody well not,” Helen agreed.
“Sorry your room isn’t ready yet,” an apologetic voice chimed in from above them. “Norman’s on holiday and you rather took us by surprise.”
“Took me by surprise as well,” Helen acknowledged, rubbing her back as if it was hurting her.
Claudia wondered if it would be polite to ask what had happened, but the scowl on Helen’s face told her that changing the subject was probably going to be a wise move.
“Tea or coffee?” she asked brightly. “I think we might even be able to run to some cake. I think Felix did some baking this morning.”
“Coffee,” Helen said, still looking like a teenager in a massive strop. “Milk, two sugars.”
Claudia levered a smile onto her face and bit back a question about the use of the magic word. It didn’t look like ‘please’ was figured highly in Helen Cutter’s vocabulary at the moment. She retreated to the corridor, wondering how the hell she was going to break it to the other inhabitants that they’d just gained a new housemate. Stephen and Cutter were probably going to need therapy, and Ryan would be none too pleased. He much preferred to do business with Helen down the barrel of a gun rather than over the breakfast table.
Back in the kitchen, the kettle was just coming to the boil.
“I know, coffee, milk, two sugars,” Nick said glumly.
“And cake. Felix, would you do the honours?” Claudia asked, sending Nick what she hoped was a sympathetic look whilst simultaneously completely chickening out of breaking the bad news. No wonder Management had sounded so shifty.
They could do their own explaining.
* * * * *
As soon as the door closed behind Claudia, Helen gave in and grimaced in pain. It had been a long way down off that bloody cliff and she had rather taken the quick way, thanks to that damned raptor. She’d landed on her back and everything had gone black until she’d come back to her senses standing outside the door of this bloody house.
Moving slowly and carefully, she unfastened her one-piece coverall and eased it off her shoulders and down her arms. It hurt like hell. She stood up, slipped it down over her hips and stood there in a teeshirt and knickers. She really needed to lie down in a hot bath, but at the moment it was almost too much effort even to move. She hadn’t realised being dead was going to be quite so painful. She glared balefully at the ceiling.
A soft knock on the door claimed her attention. It didn’t sound like the sort of knock she associated with the brisk Miss Brown, not if the woman’s previous no-nonsense entry had been anything to go by.
“Come in, if you must,” Helen said grudgingly. “But you’d better be bringing that coffee.”
The door opened and something that looked suspiciously like a large octopus, but with altogether too many limbs, glided smoothly into the room, carrying a large cafetiere in one tentacle, a tray complete with mug, sugar bowl and milk jug in another and a heavily-laden cake stand in a third, leaving quite a number of appendages still unoccupied.
It said something for Helen’s experiences beyond the anomalies that she didn’t even feel particularly surprised. This was most definitely not the oddest thing she’d ever been faced with, but it was definitely the only one that had come complete with coffee and cake. She presumed this was the Felix that Claudia had mentioned.
If the dark, aromatic coffee was perfect, the cake was sublime: rich, chocolately, with just a hint of raspberry somewhere in the mix, topped with thick clotted cream. At least she wasn’t going to have to worry about her cholesterol levels. There were possibly some advantages to being dead.
The creature – Felix – glided over to the door of the en suite, opened it and proceeded to run her a hot bath, adding a large dollop of citrus bath gel to the water for good measure.
Helen finished the coffee with what could only be described as indecent haste, poured another mug, and bolted down a second large piece of the cake, this time a sticky, gorgeous lemon drizzle cake that tasted just like the ones her grandmother used to make. She followed that up with more coffee and a delicious almond slice. She wondered if Felix would be open to a proposal of marriage.
A long tentacle slithered up her thigh and started to ripple over her lower back. It felt warm and pleasant, not at all what she’d expected. To her surprise, the creature seemed to be giving her a massage.
Helen was bone-weary, in pain, and not terribly pleased to have ended up in an afterlife populated by her ex-husband and his girlfriend, her ex-lover and his boyfriend and far too many disembodied limbs for her liking. But the presence of coffee, cake and an octopus-like thing that gave an exceedingly good back-rub was at least some consolation.
Felix gently tugged her teeshirt over her head and her knickers down over her hips. Shyness had never been something that had afflicted Helen, so she let the creature strip her naked without protest and lead her into the bathroom.
The bath was bigger than she remembered, with Jacuzzi jets on both sides. She climbed carefully into the water, easing herself down into a comfortable position on a shelf at one end, before slipping fully into the water. With the assistance of numerous tentacles, Helen turned slowly onto her stomach, pillowing her head on her arms on the ledge just below the waterline.
Several tentacles slithered sinuously over her skin, rippling in various directions at once, massaging the stiffness out of her abused muscles and gently probing the soreness at the base of her back, smoothing away the pain and leaving her with a faint, warm glow wherever the faintly rubbery prehensile limbs touched her skin.
Helen found herself relaxing into the creature’s welcome embrace while the warm water pounded gently against her skin, washing away the dust of the Rift Valley.
More tentacles rubbed shampoo into her hair, carefully combed through the wet strands, massaging her scalp and starting to rid her of the tension headache she’d had ever since that fucking raptor had first appeared behind her on the cliff.
Helen let out a long, slow breath, letting go of pain and fear. The worst had happened. Things could only get better from now on, and the numerous soft touches all over her bare skin were playing a big part in that improvement.
The rounded end of one tentacle nudged politely at the back of her thighs. Helen obligingly spread her legs slightly and allowed the creature to insinuate one limb between them and stroke gently over her sensitive skin, until the tip of one limb was rubbing lightly between her legs. Felix seemed to know instinctively where to touch her for maximum effect, displaying a patience she’d never encountered from any human lover, not even Stephen at his most eager to please.
Nick had always had a rather Presbyterian attitude to sex, with a tendency to skip rapidly over any foreplay in favour of the main event. She wondered if Ms Brown had managed to cure him of that, and whether he’d progressed beyond the missionary position yet…
A tentacle started to slowly inch its way into her while the other continued to rub in small and tantalising circles in just the right spot. It was as if the creature knew exactly what she wanted and how to go about providing it. And with more tentacles than she’d been able to count, it had some very distinct advantages. More tentacles reached around her, until she was practically floating in the warm, scented water, he head resting on one coiled limb while the others massaged her from head to toe, wrapping her in a soft cocoon, while other limbs moved slowly in and out of her body.
Helen wondered fleetingly if she should be at all concerned by this, but rapidly rejected any such thoughts. She very much doubted she’d ended up here only to be despatched by something that could have taken a starring role in a low budget syfy film. And anyway, it made cake. Nothing that made cake like that could be a danger to anything apart from her weight.
One of Felix’s tentacles gently stroked her cheek, and she smiled, surrendering to the simple pleasure of being touched by a creature that seemed to want nothing from her in return.
Maybe being here wouldn’t be quite as bad as she’d first feared…
* * * * *
Claudia watched as Nick stared anxiously at the clock on the kitchen wall.
“Do you thing we should send out a search party?” he asked. “Felix has been gone for over an hour.”
Claudia patted him reassuringly on the arm. Nick really could be dense at times, but there were some things she really didn’t want to have to explain. “Don’t worry about Felix, he can look after himself. And there’s plenty of cake in the cupboard, so no need to worry about that either.”
She glanced out of the window to the wide expanse of garden at the rear. Something was moving around in the bushes.
A slightly stooped figure, naked apart from a covering of reddish-brown fur walked out onto the grass, holding the paw – hand? – of a smaller version of itself. The creature was walking more or less upright and its slightly simian face was staring quizzically at the house. More creatures appeared until Claudia counted at least 13 of them, of various ages and sexes.
It looked very much like the garden had been overrun by something that looked rather like more upright versions of apes. And none of them were carrying visitors’ passes.
“Nick, I think we’ve got more company,” she said, nodding towards the window.
Nick followed her gaze. “Australopithecus afarensis!" he exclaimed. “What on earth are they doing here?” He looked up in surprise. “Management?”
“Well, we couldn’t leave them behind, could we?” a voice said, in a distinctly wheedling tone. “Do you think they like cake?
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 15
Characters : Claudia, Nick, Helen/Felix the Tentacle Monster, Others
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : 3.3 & 3.10
Word Count : 2,555
Summary : Just another day in Sanctuary, in which there are unexpected visitors and cake. It’s a well known fact that cake makes everything better.
A/N : Written for
lsellersfic’s birthday. I hope you have a lovely day! I went looking for ideas for something you might like, and came across a reference to the miniscule amount of consensual tentacle porn written from a woman's POV out there - I'll be happy to get some of that so I decided to oblige! Sanctuary is the wonderful brainchild of mysteriousaliwz.Claudia heard a door bang loudly, positively rattling on its hinges. She hoped it wasn’t one of the special forces lads paying a visit. They had a nasty habit of turning up armed to the teeth, raiding the fridge for sandwich ingredients and cold beers, and then disappearing again in a blur of black clothing and unparliamentary language.
A moment or two later, a second door slammed shut inside the house so hard that even the normally placid Felix looked startled. Although how she was able to tell when a genetically modified future sex toy looked startled she wasn’t quite sure. But she knew him well enough now to pick up on the subtleties of his – somewhat amorphous – body language.
“I think Helen might be back,” she remarked to Nick, who’d chosen that moment to appear in the kitchen carrying an empty coffee mug and wearing a hopeful expression.
“I know, I’m trying to keep out of her way.”
“Haven’t you two kissed and made up yet?” Claudia enquired. She was secure enough in her relationship with Nick that she didn’t need him to stay at loggerheads with his ex-wife, especially not when the other woman turned up wearing a visitor’s pass almost as often as Connor did.
“She shot me!” Nick said, looking faintly aggrieved.
“To be entirely precise, she shot and killed you, but you should probably try to rise above it.”
“I think I did. How else did I end up here?”
“Don’t we get any credit for that?” a female voice asked from somewhere above their heads.
Nick shot an amused look at the ceiling. “Sorry, Management. You get full credit. Thank you.”
“You might not thank us in a minute” a second voice added.
Claudia shot a sharp glance at the ceiling. “Management, what have you done this time?”
“Nothing, honestly, the first voice said, a little too quickly for Claudia’s liking. “It wasn’t our fault.
Claudia sighed theatrically. “I’m going to have to put my head in the lioness’s den, aren’t I?”
“Best of luck, Carruthers,” Nick said. “I’ll send a search party if you’re not back in an hour.”
“You’ll send one a damn sight faster than that if you know what’s good for you, Nicholas Cutter! She’s your ex-wife, remember.”
“With heavy emphasis on the ex, if you don’t mind.” Nick grinned at her. “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?”
The sound of something that sounded suspiciously like a boot being thrown against the wall of the guest bedroom made Claudia wince. Norman wasn’t going to be at all impressed if he came back from a week’s holiday to discover that Helen had ruined the paintwork. The wretched woman seemed to have arrived in a spectacularly bad mood.
Claudia stalked down the corridor, noticing that the door to Stephen and Ryan’s room was firmly shut, with a Do Not Disturb notice hanging on the door. There clearly wasn’t going to be any moral support forthcoming from that direction. Not that she entirely blamed them. Helen wasn’t exactly their favourite person, and with good reason, she had to admit, but Claudia had never really seen any point in bearing a grudge.
She stood outside the door of the guest bedroom and gave a polite knock.
Something heavy thudded against the inside of the door.
“Don’t be childish!” Claudia said acerbically. “I’m coming in, whether you like it or not, and if I get hit by any flying objects I’m not going to be pleased.”
She pulled the door open and looked in to find Helen, sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking furious. One of her boots was behind the door and another was at the base of a wall, having left a trail of reddish mud behind as it slid to the floor. Norman was very definitely not going to be pleased. She was going to have to find out how handy Felix was with a paintbrush. But at least Helen had taken her boots off before plonking herself down on the bed.
Helen’s dark hair was still cut short, but instead of the smart skirt and businesslike jacket she’d been wearing on her last visit, she seemed to be dressed in some sort of beige overall. It strained rather a lot around her ample cleavage, but most of her clothes seemed to do that. She looked dressed for desert camouflage, and Claudia wondered when on earth the wretched woman had been up to now.
“I don’t want company,” Helen snapped.
“Then why did you come here?” Claudia retorted, not entirely fairly, she had to admit, as most people didn’t seem to get much of a choice in the matter.
Helen shot her a basilisk-glare. “Do I look like I came of my own accord?”
Claudia took another look, and had to agree that Helen did seem a little more dishevelled than usual. Her overall was dusty and dirty, as was her hair and she looked more tired than Claudia remembered. Something else was odd as well, but Claudia couldn’t quite pin it down…
“You’re not wearing a visitor’s pass,” she said, as the light finally dawned.
“No, I’m bloody well not,” Helen agreed.
“Sorry your room isn’t ready yet,” an apologetic voice chimed in from above them. “Norman’s on holiday and you rather took us by surprise.”
“Took me by surprise as well,” Helen acknowledged, rubbing her back as if it was hurting her.
Claudia wondered if it would be polite to ask what had happened, but the scowl on Helen’s face told her that changing the subject was probably going to be a wise move.
“Tea or coffee?” she asked brightly. “I think we might even be able to run to some cake. I think Felix did some baking this morning.”
“Coffee,” Helen said, still looking like a teenager in a massive strop. “Milk, two sugars.”
Claudia levered a smile onto her face and bit back a question about the use of the magic word. It didn’t look like ‘please’ was figured highly in Helen Cutter’s vocabulary at the moment. She retreated to the corridor, wondering how the hell she was going to break it to the other inhabitants that they’d just gained a new housemate. Stephen and Cutter were probably going to need therapy, and Ryan would be none too pleased. He much preferred to do business with Helen down the barrel of a gun rather than over the breakfast table.
Back in the kitchen, the kettle was just coming to the boil.
“I know, coffee, milk, two sugars,” Nick said glumly.
“And cake. Felix, would you do the honours?” Claudia asked, sending Nick what she hoped was a sympathetic look whilst simultaneously completely chickening out of breaking the bad news. No wonder Management had sounded so shifty.
They could do their own explaining.
* * * * *
As soon as the door closed behind Claudia, Helen gave in and grimaced in pain. It had been a long way down off that bloody cliff and she had rather taken the quick way, thanks to that damned raptor. She’d landed on her back and everything had gone black until she’d come back to her senses standing outside the door of this bloody house.
Moving slowly and carefully, she unfastened her one-piece coverall and eased it off her shoulders and down her arms. It hurt like hell. She stood up, slipped it down over her hips and stood there in a teeshirt and knickers. She really needed to lie down in a hot bath, but at the moment it was almost too much effort even to move. She hadn’t realised being dead was going to be quite so painful. She glared balefully at the ceiling.
A soft knock on the door claimed her attention. It didn’t sound like the sort of knock she associated with the brisk Miss Brown, not if the woman’s previous no-nonsense entry had been anything to go by.
“Come in, if you must,” Helen said grudgingly. “But you’d better be bringing that coffee.”
The door opened and something that looked suspiciously like a large octopus, but with altogether too many limbs, glided smoothly into the room, carrying a large cafetiere in one tentacle, a tray complete with mug, sugar bowl and milk jug in another and a heavily-laden cake stand in a third, leaving quite a number of appendages still unoccupied.
It said something for Helen’s experiences beyond the anomalies that she didn’t even feel particularly surprised. This was most definitely not the oddest thing she’d ever been faced with, but it was definitely the only one that had come complete with coffee and cake. She presumed this was the Felix that Claudia had mentioned.
If the dark, aromatic coffee was perfect, the cake was sublime: rich, chocolately, with just a hint of raspberry somewhere in the mix, topped with thick clotted cream. At least she wasn’t going to have to worry about her cholesterol levels. There were possibly some advantages to being dead.
The creature – Felix – glided over to the door of the en suite, opened it and proceeded to run her a hot bath, adding a large dollop of citrus bath gel to the water for good measure.
Helen finished the coffee with what could only be described as indecent haste, poured another mug, and bolted down a second large piece of the cake, this time a sticky, gorgeous lemon drizzle cake that tasted just like the ones her grandmother used to make. She followed that up with more coffee and a delicious almond slice. She wondered if Felix would be open to a proposal of marriage.
A long tentacle slithered up her thigh and started to ripple over her lower back. It felt warm and pleasant, not at all what she’d expected. To her surprise, the creature seemed to be giving her a massage.
Helen was bone-weary, in pain, and not terribly pleased to have ended up in an afterlife populated by her ex-husband and his girlfriend, her ex-lover and his boyfriend and far too many disembodied limbs for her liking. But the presence of coffee, cake and an octopus-like thing that gave an exceedingly good back-rub was at least some consolation.
Felix gently tugged her teeshirt over her head and her knickers down over her hips. Shyness had never been something that had afflicted Helen, so she let the creature strip her naked without protest and lead her into the bathroom.
The bath was bigger than she remembered, with Jacuzzi jets on both sides. She climbed carefully into the water, easing herself down into a comfortable position on a shelf at one end, before slipping fully into the water. With the assistance of numerous tentacles, Helen turned slowly onto her stomach, pillowing her head on her arms on the ledge just below the waterline.
Several tentacles slithered sinuously over her skin, rippling in various directions at once, massaging the stiffness out of her abused muscles and gently probing the soreness at the base of her back, smoothing away the pain and leaving her with a faint, warm glow wherever the faintly rubbery prehensile limbs touched her skin.
Helen found herself relaxing into the creature’s welcome embrace while the warm water pounded gently against her skin, washing away the dust of the Rift Valley.
More tentacles rubbed shampoo into her hair, carefully combed through the wet strands, massaging her scalp and starting to rid her of the tension headache she’d had ever since that fucking raptor had first appeared behind her on the cliff.
Helen let out a long, slow breath, letting go of pain and fear. The worst had happened. Things could only get better from now on, and the numerous soft touches all over her bare skin were playing a big part in that improvement.
The rounded end of one tentacle nudged politely at the back of her thighs. Helen obligingly spread her legs slightly and allowed the creature to insinuate one limb between them and stroke gently over her sensitive skin, until the tip of one limb was rubbing lightly between her legs. Felix seemed to know instinctively where to touch her for maximum effect, displaying a patience she’d never encountered from any human lover, not even Stephen at his most eager to please.
Nick had always had a rather Presbyterian attitude to sex, with a tendency to skip rapidly over any foreplay in favour of the main event. She wondered if Ms Brown had managed to cure him of that, and whether he’d progressed beyond the missionary position yet…
A tentacle started to slowly inch its way into her while the other continued to rub in small and tantalising circles in just the right spot. It was as if the creature knew exactly what she wanted and how to go about providing it. And with more tentacles than she’d been able to count, it had some very distinct advantages. More tentacles reached around her, until she was practically floating in the warm, scented water, he head resting on one coiled limb while the others massaged her from head to toe, wrapping her in a soft cocoon, while other limbs moved slowly in and out of her body.
Helen wondered fleetingly if she should be at all concerned by this, but rapidly rejected any such thoughts. She very much doubted she’d ended up here only to be despatched by something that could have taken a starring role in a low budget syfy film. And anyway, it made cake. Nothing that made cake like that could be a danger to anything apart from her weight.
One of Felix’s tentacles gently stroked her cheek, and she smiled, surrendering to the simple pleasure of being touched by a creature that seemed to want nothing from her in return.
Maybe being here wouldn’t be quite as bad as she’d first feared…
* * * * *
Claudia watched as Nick stared anxiously at the clock on the kitchen wall.
“Do you thing we should send out a search party?” he asked. “Felix has been gone for over an hour.”
Claudia patted him reassuringly on the arm. Nick really could be dense at times, but there were some things she really didn’t want to have to explain. “Don’t worry about Felix, he can look after himself. And there’s plenty of cake in the cupboard, so no need to worry about that either.”
She glanced out of the window to the wide expanse of garden at the rear. Something was moving around in the bushes.
A slightly stooped figure, naked apart from a covering of reddish-brown fur walked out onto the grass, holding the paw – hand? – of a smaller version of itself. The creature was walking more or less upright and its slightly simian face was staring quizzically at the house. More creatures appeared until Claudia counted at least 13 of them, of various ages and sexes.
It looked very much like the garden had been overrun by something that looked rather like more upright versions of apes. And none of them were carrying visitors’ passes.
“Nick, I think we’ve got more company,” she said, nodding towards the window.
Nick followed her gaze. “Australopithecus afarensis!" he exclaimed. “What on earth are they doing here?” He looked up in surprise. “Management?”
“Well, we couldn’t leave them behind, could we?” a voice said, in a distinctly wheedling tone. “Do you think they like cake?
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Date: 2014-11-24 06:33 pm (UTC)Great ending! The hominids definitely deserve to be in Sanctuary.
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Date: 2014-11-25 12:39 pm (UTC)Of course I now have a mental image of Norman having to go into Rigby & Peller for supplies *g*
I wonder what the Australopithecus will make of it all?
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Date: 2014-11-25 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-25 11:38 pm (UTC)Ha....hee..oh! I can't actually think of anything sensible to say because there is a tentacle monster that makes cake and understands the importance of foreplay. Helen will soon be revitalised and ready to make
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Date: 2014-11-26 10:02 pm (UTC)Of course they'll like cake!
The story is madder than a mad thing, and total genius. Yay for tentacle porn!
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-26 10:50 pm (UTC)But I love what Felix is up to! How delicious. Just like the cake.
Wonderful :D
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Date: 2014-12-08 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-12 08:35 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for this, and apologies for taking so long to get around to reading it.
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Date: 2014-12-23 02:10 pm (UTC)No apology needed. I know you've had a rough time.
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Date: 2018-08-23 07:44 pm (UTC)Guess Helen might cause some trouble in Sanctuary?!
I love that the hominids have also arrived!
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Date: 2018-08-23 08:03 pm (UTC)