Cologne dusted herself off, having cleaned the club of most of the riff-raff. Shampoo had done a number on the place with her little rampage, even flipping some couches in the chaos. Nothing a little refurbishing wouldn’t fix.
“Still, just getting rid of some broken chairs and TV sets isn’t going to really fix this.” Cologne sighed, looking at the décor. Typical leather and glitz, stuff endemic to strip joints. She had better ideas for the place.
Yes, Cthulhu demanded something with a bit more personality, a bit more pomp. She even began sketching for how it would look, poles more ornate and stages grander. This wasn’t going to be some place where greasy gangsters got off, it was to be a grand shrine to the carnal glory of Cthulhu.
The problem was still manpower though. She had to work quickly and discreet, and she couldn’t do that with just herself, Shampoo, and that Ryouga boy. She couldn’t keep the Cat Café closed for too long or it would look suspicious. Luckily, that injection of knowledge when Cthulhu welcomed her into the fold had given some unique tricks.
“We back, Great-Grandma!” Shampoo bounced in with Ryouga behind her.
“Hello, dear, did you get rid of those troublemakers?”
“We throw them in trash. They be in landfill when they wake up.”
“Good, probably addled and embarrassing to their boss. If they come by, I already forged the documents transferring ownership.”
“What Great-Grandma doing?” Shampoo cocked her head at Cologne drawing something in chalk on the floor.
“We need more manpower and we can’t afford to turn that many people this early. Cthulhu has had to deal with nosy idiots in the past before.” She bit her forefinger in order to draw a bit of blood. She then let some droplets splash onto the floor.
“So Great-Grandma…”
“I’m summoning some help.” Cologne then fingered herself. That little tryst with the former owner had been fortuitous. Cthulhu thrived on sex and as many bodily fluids as possible would enhance the effects of the spell. She ran her cum and pussy juice-slathered fingers along the sign. It lit up, signaling the start. “Shampoo, come over here, this will be better if I have your qi.”
“Okay!”
“You too, boy.”
“Yes ma’am.”
All three of them placed their hands on the seal, channeling their energy into it. Ancient letters, lost the mankind, etched onto the floor rapidly and began weaving the rest of the spell. Eldritch glyphs formed and then the air itself tore open.
In the void tearing the ether apart Cologne could see the twisting, alien architecture of a long-lost city, Cthulhu’s throne. Oh, how she wished she could go there, to Cthulhu’s throne. For now, however, she had guests.
Out from the portal they came, Cthulhu’s envoys and servants. One by one they came until there were five figures standing in the club and the portal was unable to hold its form. Cologne wiped her brow, exhausted with how much that took out of her. Still, it was worth it.
Deep Ones, an ancient race that preceded mankind by eons. They were Cthulhu’s personal servants. They had long lived in the shadows and in the abyssal depths, but now was their time to ascend. Especially with how the times had changed them.
Once they had been hideous creatures born of madness and chaos, but evolution had done wonders to them. They now resembled humans greatly, the only odd traits with them being their unnaturally white skin and black, green-tinged hair that never lost its luster. They were ethereally beautiful with figures Cthulhu coveted. Enormous, bouncy breasts, wide succulent hips, they were outright pornographic. Any man, nay, any person would instantly desire to couple with them and the Deep Ones would be more than happy to oblige.
“You summoned us, priestess of the Great Cthulhu?” The tallest of the group, a sultry type with plush lips and knee-length hair, bowed.
“Yes, I’m in need of aid. This establishment is in need of redecorating and I cannot be away from my public duties for lack of suspicion. This shall be our base of operations and the shrine to Great Cthulhu.”
“As you wish. This shall be a place of carnal worship where fucking is prayer.”
“What about him?” A short-haired Deep One licked her lips at Ryouga. She was already rubbing her cunt like a whore.
“Go ahead and have your way with him, just make sure not to wipe him out completely." Better they fuck the one in front of them then go out wandering. Deep Ones had enormous, near-insatiable libidos. "Come, Shampoo, we’re going home.”
“Alright, have fun, Deep Ones!” She called to the summoned beauties who descended on Ryouga like a pack of hungry sharks.
By the time Cologne came back, the club would be a proper temple to Cthulhu. It would be the center for which all corruption spread and Nerima was pulled into depravity and pleasure.
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