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. ) Shunsuke ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirty Creature A songfic by Shunsuke -||| ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 and 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- E N D ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Additional note from Split Enz' album liner: A Taniwha is a New Zealand dragon/sea monster type "dirty creature".