Gunkgina

“The beast would use its vagina and tail to manipulate the prostate, and once it’s latched, the beast does not let go until the man is spent,” the man said across from Botha.

Clyde Blake, a wasp with the smile of a demon, came with a devil’s bargain for Botha. He had heard about the rich man’s depravity and thought he could monetize it.

“Yeah but, ‌you’re fucking an animal,” Botha said to Blake.

They were on the patio of the Sol Del Mar Country Club.

“Yes and no, this thing is a kind of…a kind of hybrid,” Blake said.

“Like a Prius? What the fuck are you talking about, Clyde?” Botha asked.

Blake stared out into the sky for a moment. He was choosing his words wisely.

“It’s like nothing you have ever seen. It has four limbs, but they are not arms or legs with fingers or toes, they are appendages that can bend in whatever direction needed for the task. The face is humanoid only because it has eyes and a nose, but the mouth is snout-like or kind of like an anteater,” Blake said.

“Dude, that is fucking crazy. What did the pussy look like? I can’t imagine if everything else is weird, what the snatch could be?” Asked Botha.

“That’s the thing, man, her pussy was perfect…like Ginger Lynn Allen in the early 1980s perfect,” said Blake.

Botha pushed back in his chair, and his eyebrows flew up in shock. “Really, you’re fucking kidding. Nothing is that perfect,” Botha responded.

“I shit you not bro, I am talking fresh bubble gum out of the package. Perfect and soft.”

Botha salivated. A drip of pre-cum dribbled out of his now hard cock. He picked up a napkin to dab ‌his mouth. Could it be that there was still something walking out there that could bring him a new form of pleasure?

Whatever this…thing…was, he had to find it…to track it down…and fuck it.

***

Six months and hundreds of thousands of dollars later, Botha was at the base of Mount Everest. He was surrounded by other rich assholes looking to fill their Instagram pages with pictures of themselves at the top of the world. They had teams of Sherpas carrying tents, oxygen, and everything else you could buy at an REI Camping Supercenter. It was like Outdoor Magazine puked on the side of the mountain.

Botha wasn’t here ‌for the summit.

He was here to fuck a monster.

Botha had two Sherpas, and they looked as if they had broken out of a prisoner-of-war camp. They were fucking rough. But they definitely looked like they could handle themselves. He would bet dollars on donuts that they had knives strapped to most of their bodies.

“You ready, Mr. Botha? We climb for Gunk Gina today,” Angtharkay, the head sherpa, said.

“Did you say Gunk China?” Botha asked.

“No, I say Gunk Gina,” Angtharkay said.

Botha reared his head back and laughed. “Gunk Gina, Holy shit, Angtharkay, that doesn’t sound too appetizing.”

“It was the name given by the ancestors. They found it a hundred years ago, before Hillary climbed the mountain. It was trapped in a cave behind an ice wall. Maybe there before humans.”

“Cool.”

The climb settled into a rhythm.

One of the Sherpas barked and pointed to a hump in the snow. It snapped Botha out of his daydream. He knew that Everest was strewn with carcasses. The Sherpas used them as markers. The first one stood ramrod straight like a totem pole. He was buck naked, and his cock was frozen fully erect.

“Jesus, did the fucking climbers take his clothes off? Or the animals?” Botha asked.

“Neither, when hypothermia gets into late stages, the person becomes so cold that they think they are burning. Then they strip despite all the evidence,” Angtharkay said.

“No shit?”

“No shit, Mr. Botha, it is one of the great brain curses the mountain gives a person.”

Botha had nothing to add. He was focused on the matter at hand, but something inside of him clocked the level of horror a mind must be in to strip naked in minus sixty-degree weather.

The next body was a crumpled heap of a person. By the size, Botha guessed it was a woman. She had been bent‌. Bones stuck out of her lime-green parka. Her body formed a pyramid shape. Her goggles sat on her head like a crown. Her blonde hair whipped around like a wraith. Botha was tempted to take a picture with her. This was gold for some of the more depraved websites he visited.

He resisted.

There was a better party ahead for him.

Hours passed.

Snow and cold slammed into them. Botha had taken some opium before the hike. He had figured while he was in Asia, he should taste all it offered.

He regretted it now.

The snowdrifts turned into tortured faces. With the high came paranoia. Paranoia was deadly out here. As the men climbed, the effects had faded. But Botha still had some ecstasy for later.

The three men reached a pair of standing, naked men. Botha walked over to inspect. The previous bodies, though frozen, were full-bodied. These two had been dried of all blood and fluid before freezing; their faces had mummified in rictus. They both held out a single arm, with a hand pointing to the entrance of a cave.

Tenzing, the other Sherpa who had kept silent all day, cried out in his native language as he gestured to the couple.

“What’s he saying?” Botha asked.

“He said we have arrived, but will go no further,” Angtharkay said.

“Tell him I paid a lot of money for you to keep me safe.”

Angtharkay turned and argued with Tenzing. All three men shouted into the wailing winds on Everest.

“He says he will wait here. Make sure no other climbers disrupt you,” Angtharkay said.

Fear cut into Botha, but the man’s logic was sound. He didn’t want some anthropology teacher interrupting his fuck fest. Tenzing was good enough for a scare. Weird shit was piling up even for Botha. He let the awkwardness fuel him. After all, he came here for some next-level shit, you couldn't get in any red-light district.

Angtharkay and Botha walked through a wall of falling snow that occluded the massive wooden doors inset into the frozen rock face. It was like something Botha had seen in a Lord of the Rings rip-off fantasy film. Something from a Disney adventure ride. It even had two big ass knockers.

“Who the fuck brought these up here?” Botha asked.

“My ancestors dragged them up the side of the mountain with oxen. When they arrived, they ate the Oxen and wore their pelts for warmth back down the mountain,” Angtharkay said.

“Brutally efficient folks, your ancestors, grab a ring,” Botha replied.

The two men tugged on the rings. At first, it seemed futile, and then a sound like the airtight seal breaking a package tore into their ears.

A column of steam poured out of the opening, and it turned into ice mid-air. With it came a scent…not foul…musky, “…like pussy,” Botha said.

“Excuse me, sir,” Angtharkay responded.

Botha took a deep breath to confirm the smell. He knew it well, but never experienced it at this volume. “Nothing, let’s go in,” he said, not wanting to explain.

The cave was dank. A place where you expect wild things to grow. Botha placed a hand on the wall to steady himself and jerked it away. He had expected rock or at least ice, but the wall was flesh-like and warm. When he touched it, Botha swore it pulsed. He felt the muscles in his neck and stomach tighten. Something in his subconscious wanted him to run, but his id propelled him forward.

“You okay, Mr. Botha?” Angtharkay said.

“Fine, how much farther?” Botha asked.

“Not far; almost there.”

“Angtharkay, is all this shit…normal?”

“Normal, yes, it is her domain.”

Botha let out a long breath and took one in to loosen the tightness in his body. The air hit him like a narcotic…no…hallucinogenic. Not quite heroin or weed…something different. The tension that had been in his entire body focused on his groin. Botha felt himself become engorged in a way he had never experienced. Every vein was filled with blood to maximum expansion. He was getting lightheaded from the lack of circulation everywhere else. He stopped and swayed, just short of swooning.

“Almost there, Mr. Botha.”

Botha collected himself and continued further. From somewhere ahead came a giggle, soft but high…a girl’s giggle…coy.

“Is there a kid in here?” Botha asked.

“Oh no, she is older than both of us combined, older than man himself,” Angtharkay said.

Botha only half-heard what Angtharkay said. He was in an escalating stupor and a fog of arousal.

“We are here.”

Botha looked ahead and was met with a wall of darkness and mist. “I can’t see shit,” he said.

“Turn on your headlamp.”

He was met with a wall of fog. He strained to see his own hand. The mist dissipated. A spindly leg moved in the gloom. Flesh stretched tight over bone. He couldn’t tell if it had a foot, a paw, or a claw.

Botha’s light followed the leg to find a joint, then a bend, then another joint and a bend into what could be an arm, ending in the center where the breasts were engorged, the only substantive flesh on her body. Four of them. Two rows of two. His lamp headed to the creature's face. The beast turned and bent, presenting herself.

Her organ was visible. Blake was right. It was perfect-pink. A flower in full bloom. Botha was drawn to it like a hummingbird to a lily. He felt himself grow.

He disrobed, leaving on the headlamp. The warmth of the room fell on his skin. He searched the darkness for her again and found her with all his senses.

This is what he had traveled for, why he spent the money and time. This feeling, this place, is like no other. He needed to consummate the moment.

He went in.

A thought came to Botha immediately, a memory, the first time he did heroin. That feeling of complete bodily bliss. Waves of euphoria washed over him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a concern. His hands gripped her hips, and the skin was not…right. From behind him, he heard a laugh…Angtharkay?

The skin beneath his hands became rougher and rougher, more reptilian than shark-like. Botha did not let this distract him. He was ready to climax. He was at the top of the roller coaster and ready to come down.

Something flickered in the corner of his eye. Another limb. A tail? Botha turned to see the phallus. He saw its mushroom head before it disappeared inside him.

Once…in Thailand, men had strapped him to a board and run a train on him. They fucked him until he passed out. He woke up with a prolapsed asshole and a smile on his face.

So when Gunkgina impaled him, he welcomed it. The phallus found his prostate and pulsed. This sent shockwaves through Botha. He screamed. Angtharkay howled behind him with sympathetic pleasure.

This was it. Botha was at peak euphoria. But…as often in his life, he wanted more. He needed more. Botha wanted to dominate the situation and not just spectate. He wanted to wrest control; he wanted to…choke her.

He grabbed the beast from behind, barely wrapping his fingers around its neck. But what he had…he squeezed.

The beast’s howl was the high pitch of a girl in terror. For a moment, Botha had climbed heights he never imagined possible.

It moved deeper. Shifting from ecstasy to bothersome, to a living nightmare. The phallus pushed his organs aside, carving a path through his body. Botha would have screamed if it had not torn through his esophagus.

The creature turned her head one-hundred and eighty degrees to look directly into Botha’s eyes. Through her long chestnut hair, a snout pointed out with fangs adorning the curled lips. Her onyx eyes glistened. Her vagina tightened. Gunkgina moaned; she was coming. When the phallus passed through his sinus, Botha could feel his eyes pop from their sockets with the pressure. It was his turn to cum. When the dopamine was released into his brain, the phallus drained it.

She shrieked. She was sated from the milk of his bliss. She drained every ounce in his body until he was spent of everything but skin and bones.

“Are you content?” Angtharkay asked.

“Yes,” Gunkgina said.

“What would you have me do with him?”

“Take him out and hang him as a totem above the door. This one was most pleasurable.”

***

Thousands of miles away, Blake was sitting in the Sol Del Mar Country Club restaurant when his phone vibrated. He picked it up to see the message from his bank. A deposit of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Without acknowledgement, he clicked the screen off and returned to his guest.

“Like I was saying, you have never cum like this in your life and will find nothing else to match it…not ever.”