*Static*
An tempered amount of heavy notes play upon a freshly-tuned Qoot'ids piano with Scuccaekian serenading in the background
A Zeta Xorzers - your standard little grey man with an enlarged hairless head and large black eyes - sighs in front of the sink, looking longingly out his space kitchen window as a black and white filter is placed over the scene and his pink apron.
“What is there to give to properly express your Space Love?”
A silhouette walks into frame, wide hips popping to one side while a massive dick covered in the shadow wobbles up and down. His wife crosses her arms and smirks with her dark blue lips as an echo of the announcer goes off.
“Space Love…”
The much shorter Zeta male turns to face his spouse, getting a silly grin as she pulls out a little box from her immense cleavage that just sends a 8.0 Richter-scale quake in her gelatinous goo-girl titties.
“Whether it’s your silver, gold, diamond or crunqraik jubilee, your significant other only deserves the best this year.”
His hyper-futa goo-girl wife from the moon of Joo-Xoks XII opens the box to reveal a shining whistle sparkling with precious stones as another announcement echoes out.
“The best…”
They walk into their white space picket yard with blooming cravacious grass and the twice as tall GMILF (Goo-Mama I’d like to Fornicate) blows into the whistle that echoes into the distance.
“So this anniversary, forgo the usual cockrings and diamond dildos and give them something truly unforgettable.”
A swirling cloud comes overhead, and from the centre of this hurricane storm, a literal giant eye appears before the reveal of two ginormous tentacles many hundred meters in length that slither out.
“Unforgettable…”
The couple on the ground shiver on their lawn as the unspeakably enormous figure descends down, her thick cephalopod limbs squishing around two neighbourhoods with a single step as not one eye but several pop open all around this figure.
“Buy yourself a genuine Pinlothess whistle and summon an Ancient One today for you and your loved one.”
The creature of a thousand awes squats down, ripe bubbling pussy juices dripping down and melting several Koniupiux trees as its ass blocks out the twin moons in the sky and an eye opens up where the bellybutton should be. Instantly, the couple seeing that eye fall into instant madness, convulsing horrible upon the ground for an orgasm that will last over a week.
“All praise the Ancient Ones…”
Pinlothess Whistles! Craft your Love an occasion that they can literally never forget! Buy yours at the Eldritch Department store on the fourth moon of Gojjj, or any Space Government sales post today*!
*Not available in the Milky Way
Shhhhhhhhhhh
Our own host with a stomach of near eldritchian proportions bowls from backstage, pre-wiping his brow of sweat as he knows that is about to pour out under these powerful stage lights. He gives a smile, a tip of the hat and bows slightly before giving a chuckle.
“This is usually the part where I make a sarcastic comment about the commercial, but today we’ve got a special guest in the audience today!” He points to the enormous grandstand of beyond 5000 seats now smushed under the even more enormous slimy pink buttocks of gigantic ancient one who is ducking her head underneath the dizzingly high rafters of this repurposed warehouse. “Viewers at home and around the galaxy? Give a big welcome to Pinlothess, one of the slumbering Ancient ones very much awake and joining us in studio for a talk!”
“Happy to be here!” Her adorably wiggling face tentacles lift to reveal a smile beaming more powerful that a thousand lighthouses, her voice booming out loud enough to create new landmasses.
”So how was being in that commercial?” Our host pulls up a seat as if this is a talk show, surprisingly a brave move considering a mere glance or flex from this being could send him into a millennium of pain and madness. “I mean, it’s surprising, but you look even more mind-maddenigly stunning in person, you know?”
”Oh stop you.” She flops a tentacle, releasing a hurricane in the studio which whips around dozens of cameras and staff before she continues. “But it was super fun, as I usually am more subtle with how I play with mortals, but there I just got to go a little crazy there.” She winks towards the camera, eyelashes batting the cameras down with its gust. “And don’t worry folks. Those houses I squished? All were quickly resurrected without being the wiser!” She rubs her chin in ponderance. “Well… Most of them at least.”
“Wonderful!” The host taps some flashcards that just have the word ‘don’t get squished’ on it. “But let’s be honest, do you really swear by that product? Can your presence really help a relationship?”
“Of course!” She goes wide-eyed in joy. “All I want of my mortal servants is to love each other!” She leans in close to the host, making it clear that even an eyelash of hers could probably squish him. “…even if I have to force ‘em, you know?” She laughs in a way that no one knows if she’s joking before she adds. “But a bit more seriously, people find going mad in lust upon looking at me a rather humbling but erotic experience, a maddening which brings people together.” Her eyebrow also made of little pink tentacles raise. “Speaking of which, why aren’t you going insane being this close to me? I mean, sight of my mere toe is enough make most mortals throw themselves off a cliff… of lust I mean.”
”Must be my prescription contacts…” He jokes back before getting up. “Well, we’ll come back Pinlothess in a second, as she’s going to have an intricate part in our next section of Fillerton, but before that, let’s talk about that very question. What’s next for Fillerton, because I know there’s a growing amount of you interested in that!”
A monitor scrolls down behind him, showing off Fillerton once more with a change of seasons. Fall is now here and the mirage of orange, yellow and brown colours the usual field of green trees as Summer comes to the close. Jeans are replacing shorts, light jackets - those sleeveless tops, and even some women are dying their hair darker to match the shortening days. More than even the watermelons being replaced with pumpkins though, are the change of schedules as human spawn return to school from kindergarten to university and the meager holidays of the workers are wiped out and they have to drag themselves back to whatever they call their workplace.
“We’ve focused on individuals, families, friends and even entire neighbourhoods in our series so far, and though I know you’ve enjoyed that, we’re been neglecting a very important part of human societies.” He snaps his fingers and certain places on the map light up, all across town but certainly more concentrated in the middle. “Every day, humans are engaged not with personal interactions with each other, but are doomed to be without agency for most of their time. Sure, they may get to choose which television show to watch like us, but their labour, their education, their worship and even their very politics is all chosen from them!”
“How horrifying!” Pinlothess utters as she mindlessly chomps down on thousand of compacted micro-galaxies in her palm like popcorn.
“Yes!” The host agrees back before pointing to examples on screen. Stressed out office workers punching numbers into spreadsheets like zombies, students falling asleep in their books before their teacher yells at them, politicians saying that they felt the pain of people complaining to them while getting blown by their secretary beneath the desk, for aliens across the galaxy it’s a planet in utter decline and they have front row tickets to see its downfall. “So before you worry that we’re ‘messing’ with the humans too much, just remember they were already exploiting each other before our reality show popped up!”
A flashing yellow building is zoomed in upon from its eagle-eye view, a sign making it clear that this big, multi-winged building with fences around it was actually supposed to be some place of learning in a horrible realization.
”First on our tour of institutions of Fillerton, we look upon Wilcox High, an institution of education for the young adults in Fillerton, but strangely enough, no one seems to note that none of these young adults are learning inside.” Video plays of doodling in class, smoking when cutting gym, verbal and physical bullying in the halls, a freaking zoo of human activity. “Putting all these highly hormonal humans in one place almost seems like they’re running social experiments inside, and yet we believe this actually isn’t the case.” A big boy crushes a competitor on the football field, and the barbarian humans actually cheer as short skirted blondes give a chant others follow. “But their loss! As we at the Fillerton program are prepared to do just that, and you’ll have to check on by to see what school shaking change those young people have in store!”
The next building which flashes is brown and is practical speck on Lake Dissonant before the camera shows off a giant burger building, selling inside, surprise surprise, a bunch of burgers.
“Next we have an average Fillerton workplace that may shock some viewers at home. As while many Fillertonians are either lucky enough to get a dreary office job or just be born in the spoiled lap of luxury, most find themselves forced to sell their labour as practical slaves servicing others and the most viable of these are places of food establishment selling grease-soaked sustenance.” Three bored young adults hang around bubbling grease, handing out paper packets to late summer beach goers at the lake. “Of course, those burgers those Fillertonians are munching on aren’t so innocent snacks, as the secret ingredient is… cow! 78% of the meat paddies at least, and though we’re not so sure if the humans know this fact considering how eagerly they munch down those burgers, we’ve decided to replace today’s shipment of frozen meat with something much more… well, humane and interesting from our lab. Want to see their effect on the humans? You’ll have to check in and see!”
Another zoom out reveals a flashing pink building, a tall towering building in the centre with a decaying spire pointing to the heaven, screaming the fact that it’s a former place of worship.
“And this? Well, why don’t we let our guest reveal what this is.”
The camera pans to Pinlothess, but not before applying an ‘ancient one’ camera filter in order to not spread madness to trillions of homes across the galaxy. She clears her throat and puts on a pair of black horn-rimmed cat eye glasses the size of many football fields. “Sorry, I’m a bit nervous right now, but let me try to present this with as much interest as the Fillerton host here…” Another clearing of the throat. “You may know this already, but the residents of Fillerton appear to have several places they gather on Sunday that are called ‘Christian churches’ and after doing a bit of research into the subject, I find them personally a most improper place of worship! They all come together to pray to the letter ‘T’, sing songs they don’t understand and pray without results! I understand they think that it allows them to sin for the other six days of the week, but what is sinning for most of this stuff? Paltry things like having sex with different partners or going too fast in their ground-bound space-ships!” She takes the glasses off and sucks on one stem. “So since us Ancient Ones aren’t bound to space law, I’ve decided to insert myself into Fillerton to give them a much better class of religion! I’ll make sure to repair all those silly problems I’ve just stated and make Monday their favourite day!”
With that, she poofs away in a cloud of pink smoke and suddenly the host is pulling at his collar. “Can she do that? I mean… Now I’m without an audience and…” He rubs his face and forces a smile. “You know… Speaking of disappointments, did you know that the season of autumn also spells election fever in Fillerton?” The final building is a city hall shaped like the letter ‘C’ with a big clocktower plopped on top, almost as if building wants to smoother anyone who approaches it. “The politics of this little town would surprise you its complexity, but to give you the short of it, these primitives need to elect a new king of the town, but this is looking like the most complicated game of thrones yet with not two, but three candidates for ruler of the urban jungle and you’d be shocked with what they’ll do to get attention and votes!” He snickers. “Well actually, we’re going to be influencing the campaigns a lot, so prepare for this to be a raunchy election cycle, even by American standards!”
He gives a satisfied nod as the camera zooms out once more to show off even more flashing buildings. “Naturally a town has many institutions that ‘the humans’ feel trapped in and we can focus on those a little later. For now, we should probably do a quick summary to ensure we’re all clear on what’s going on.”
-See how we’ve perverted the institutions of Fillerton in this latest segment!
-Choose four institutions to follow: Wilcox High and our social experiment conducted within, the Burger Sack selling beyond regular hamburgers, the new place of worship in town with the Followers of Pinlothess, or the Raunchy Election - Fillerton-style!
-As the focus will be on how institutions change people, don’t expect to follow one perspective all the way through and instead jumping from person to person throughout!
-Expect the changes in the autumn air to be the largest ones yet, and certainly don’t be shocked with the reappearance of other regulars in these stories! Fillerton will never be so fundamentally changed than in this section.
“Got it?” The host throws his screaming earpiece behind him, his producer freaking without a studio audience to cheer. “Let’s get started!”
Tue Sep 01 06:19:01 2020
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