Author's Note: This story is fucked up and has incest and literal mind fucking. Don't say I didn't warn you!
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Thomas Kincade woke in the middle of the night to his mother standing in the door to his room, dressed in a sheer black robe that hugged every curve of her sensual body. It was so sheer, in fact, that the first confused impression Thomas had of the world was the hard points of his mother's nipples. He blinked grit from his eyes, his thighs pressed together against his morning wood - and managed to get a word out past the croak in his throat: "Whaazaaghgmmugh?"
Well, it wasn't
exactly
a word.
Then he really
saw
what his mother was wearing. She slipped forward - the light from his ceiling light flowing along her shoulders and arms. Her left hand was dripping with blood - almost as distracting to Thomas as the tight dress she was wearing.
"Honey," Mom said, smiling at him, placing her bloody index finger against his lips. "You need to pack. Don't worry - you don't need much."
Thomas blinked, slowly. He hadn't thought it was blood. It might have been red dye. Or paint. Or hair coloring. Or jam. But no, it tasted like blood. His tongue flicked to his lips and then jerked back into his mouth as he shook his head again - faintly aware that there was a sound coming through his window. It was an eerie, high pitched sound that went up and down and up and down - teasing his ears with recognition. Mom turned away from him - her dress tight enough to show the cleft of her ass as she headed for the door.
"Maybe just your laptop," she said, sounding amused. "You're a writer, right?"
Thomas looked out the window.
Now he saw what was causing the high pitched noise.
It was the screaming. Half the city looked as if it had fallen into an immense abyss - flames the color of blackest night burst from the pit, and writhing tentacles the size of buildings were reaching out - coiling around skyscrapers, bending them in half. The rumbling sound echoed through the window, and strange creatures seemed to fill the sky, pouring from the hole around the flames. They swept down towards the people fleeing them, while cars honked and crashing, crinkling sounds filled the air while glass broke and riots sprawled away from the madness.
Thomas felt like he
might
need to pinch himself.
"Come on, Honey!" Mom called up the stairs. "I didn't sacrifice your father for nothing."
Thomas nodded, slowly. "Just a second, Mom, I- WHAT!?" He jerked his head around so fast he almost got whiplash.
Mom called up. "Hurry! Quick!"
Thomas scrambled from the bed - confusion and fear driving him. In a world gone mad, go with the woman who seemed to know what she was doing. But...she had to have been joking. Right? Dad? Sacrificed? He tugged his pants up, grabbed his laptop, his cellphone, and tried dialing Kat. His girlfriend didn't pick up, and as he came down the stairs, he staggered as he saw his father sprawled out on the kitchen table, arms tied to several stakes driven into the wood. His chest was opened and his heart had been removed and placed in a jar beside him. And...as Thomas took this in, his mother was kissing his father on the forehead.
"You're a dear, Hank," she said.
"Oh, it's no problem," Dad said.
Thomas looked from the yawning cavity in his father's chest to his father's
head
- which was still moving as Dad looked at him, beaming.
"Hey, son!" he said. "I'd wave, but...as you can see, I'm a bit tied up!"
"Oh, Hank," Mom said, shaking her head as she reached down, rubbing her finger along the rope bindings. "See you later."
"Well, ten thousand years
is
later..." Hank said, shrugging. "Go, go, the skull platform is waiting - and you know how security is."
"Bye!" Mom said, waving as she headed for the front door - casually hooking her arm through Thomas' arm and dragging her son towards the front door. The last thing Thomas saw of his butchered father was him laying back and tentacles starting to emerge from the hole in his chest. And life had only started getting
weirder
after that.
The skull platform was exactly what it looked like. It was a platform made
entirely
out of skulls, surrounded by a glowing blue-white collection of rings. The rings hummed faintly and stepping over them made Thomas' skin buzz and tingle. He blinked as he looked at the neighbors coming out of their houses - looking around confused and scared. Several of them didn't even notice the skull platform that had appeared at the Kincade household.
"We need t-to get...Kat..." Thomas said, looking at his Mom.
"Honey, she's not a follower of Xog-Shaggog, the Devourer of Worlds and Inverter of Qualities," Mom said, in the gentle tone she had used to tell him that Santa Clause wasn't real. "She'll need to be purified in a deathless hell for ten thousand years before you can see her again."
Thomas grabbed his Mom's shoulders. 'Mom!" He said. "What the FUCK is going on!? I thought you were a Universal Unitarian!"
"I am!" She said, smiling. "And they thought that I was kidding when I said I worshiped Xog-Shaggog. Well, they won't be laughing
now
." She shook her head. "But Kat-"
Thomas growled. It was a low, angry, feral sound. A sound that made his Mother pause for a moment. She sighed, quietly.
"But Kat will be able to come. But we'll have to place a xen'kog into her mouth and turn her into a mind-wiped body slave. She'll follow your every order and be eternally young, willing, and pliant."
Thomas blinked. He looked at his Mother. Then he looked at the neighbors. Creatures from beyond his imagination were starting to rip through them - screams filling the air. Fires burned in the city. Tentacles reached to the heavens, and the sky itself even seemed to be cracking. Eyes were swelling in the places between the stars - looking down at
him
. Promising not just a death, but an eternal, horrible, continual existence. Something more hideous than he could possibly comprehend. Then he looked at his curvacious, MILFy as sin mom, who said that he could get away from all of this and get a mind-fucked slave that looked exactly like his stupidly hot girlfriend.
"...okay!" Thomas said.
It wasn't exactly a difficult decision.
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Kat opened her window when Thomas knocked on it - she was looking scared. And why wouldn't she? The world was coming to an end. Kat was the same gorgeous girl that she had been yesterday - ebony black skin, short and curly hair that bloomed around her scalp in a mini-afro, and an elegant set of lips that were just as good at smiling as they were at smirking. Though, right now, she more looked terrified and confused than anything else.
"Thomas, what is going on? And
why
are you flying? And..." She blinked. "Oh, hey Miss Kincade."
"Hey, Katherine!" Mom said.
"So, um, what is happening?" Kat asked.
"We're here to..." Thomas paused, then glanced at his mother, then looked at his girlfriend. "To...rescue you! Come on!"
"But-" Kat started.
"Shh..." Mom put her fingers on Kat's lips - gently stroking them, tracing the curve of Kat's mouth. Kat breathed in, her tongue darting out to taste Mom's fingertips. Her eyes became unfocused and she grabbed onto the windowsill of her room, dragging herself onto the skull platform. Once she was on, Mom grinned at Thomas. "I have to admit, honey, I've wanted to do this for
years
..." she reached around, cupping Kat's breasts through Kat's nightshirt, squeezing them. "Especially while you were at college."
"Mom!" Thomas exclaimed.
"Hey, older women have needs!" Mom said. "Don't be a prude."
The skull platform soared up and up into the air, giving Thomas a great view of the end of the world. He looked away from that - and saw other platforms zooming towards the clouds. Roiling white fog - not really clouds at all - parted before his eyes and he saw that the moon had moved closer to the Earth, shifting its position in the sky...and also its perspective. Rather than being the sphere that he
knew
that it was, the moon looked like a flat disk, barely larger than a mid-sized island in the Pacific, as if the sky had become a paper mache fantasy rather than merely the demarcation between orbits. Sitting in the center of the impossible moon was a sprawling black castle - all spires and spines and non-euclidean curves.
The skull platform came down before the front gate - other platforms landing.
"Hey!"
Thomas started, spinning to see Penny Lane - a nerdy, freckled girl that he had known back in high school and hadn't spoken too since he went to college - sprint over to him. She punched his shoulder.
"You didn't say that you worshiped the big X-Oh!" Penny punched his shoulder again. "Far out! So, are you excited or
what
?"
"I..." Thomas blinked as the front gates to the castle started to grind and groan, the top of them creeping down and down towards the ground. Which was, Thomas reminded himself, the
moon
. He shook his head slowly, then looked back at Penny. "I...didn't know I was worshiping him until today."
"Oooh," Penny said.
"What is going on?" Kat asked, her voice dazed.
"Hey...hey!" Penny scowled. "She's not a worshiper!"
"How can you tell?" Thomas asked - confused.
"I didn't put my spell on her," Mom said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "I sacrificed your father for him - of course, we agreed, that you'd do better here than down there. That college of yours was
