A Comets Tale
Copyright© 2026 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 1: Lightning Strikes
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, please take immediate shelter; this is not a test.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, please take immediate shelter; this is not a test.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, please take immediate shelter; this is not a test.
That alarm had been sounding on my phone for the past fifteen minutes as I ran my ass off to get home; fine time to be stuck across town. I was running the quickest way, through the cornfields. They had been cut and harvested, so it was a lot easier going for me. I was running behind the Tomball’s house, where I saw Mrs. Tomball standing with a towel wrapped around her as she stared at the sky.
The wind was blowing hard, and it blew Mrs. Tomball’s towel open, slowing my run. I could see that she kept herself completely bald and had a piercing. Who would have guessed it? The prim and proper schoolteacher has a clit piercing; I never would have, but I’ll be thinking about it now, though. I was almost at a walk when everything went dark.
“Lu...”
“ ... cus.”
“ ... us.”
“Luc...”
“ ... cus”
“ ... us”
Was all that I heard between the pounding in my head and the ringing in my ears.
“Lucas Christopher Young, you better answer me!” The disembodied voice called out to me.
My eyes started focusing more and more, and when I could finally see, there were two bare legs in front of me. Two very toned and tanned legs. I followed them with my eyes and hit the jackpot. I still couldn’t hear all that well, but my eyes worked great. Before me was Mrs. Tomball, squatting down to check on me. Her feet were together, but her knees had slightly drifted apart. I had a perfect, up-close view between her legs.
She was indeed bald and had a ‘pot of gold’ charm as her piercing. The smoothness and slight puffiness looked good enough to devour. It was tight, unlike some that I’ve seen on the internet that looked like the meat that hangs out of the bread on a roast beef sandwich. She must have just gotten out of the bath, because there was absolutely no stubble. I could also see that her belly button was pierced with a green ‘four-leaf clover’ as the charm. My eyes quickly went back to between her legs, memorizing every little detail.
“Lucus, are you alright?” She asked, breaking me from my current task.
“Ugh, what happened?” I asked her, going back to my task.
She went to get up. “Who’s there? I can’t see; my vision is all blurry.”
“It’s Lucy, I mean Mrs. Tomball, and you were struck by lightning.”
The ploy worked, and it was even better than I expected, too. She kneeled on her right knee, making her legs spread further apart, giving me a better view. Her charms made more sense when I saw the tattoo she had. It was a rainbow with a leprechaun leaning on it, and the rainbow went from her groin/hip area down to where it was just above the ‘pot of gold’ charm.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, please seek immediate shelter; this is not a test.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, please see...
Everything in that moment went deathly quiet as I got to my feet and started running home again. “Be safe, Lucas,” I heard Mrs. Tomball call out. as I ran off.
I got to Spring Road when everything went dark again. White flashes and kaleidoscope images appeared and disappeared. Then the clicking and scratching sounds started. Those then turned into “psst, psst, pssts,” like when someone fake whispers in your ear.
Once I got to my feet, I looked up at the sky for the first time. It was red, like in the 80s movie “Night of the Comet.” I ran faster than I had ever done before in my life.
When I made it home, my mom and sister weren’t there, which concerned me a lot. I was super thirsty for some reason; I’d run home, yes, but this was a different type of thirst. After drinking six big glasses of water, my thirst was quenched for the time being. Thank God for gravity-fed water systems.
Having nothing better to do, I went and sat on the steps of the front porch. It was perfectly quiet. I mean no sound of birds or bugs, nor any sound of cars or machinery, nothing. Even the lightning seemed not to make a sound as it danced from cloud to cloud. For over an hour I watched the lightning and didn’t see it hit the ground once.
I was awakened by water pouring onto my face. When I could finally see, I saw my mom and sister standing over me. “Get up, Dumbass,” my sister, Holly, said to me.
“Baby, are you okay?” My mom asked.
“I’m good; what time is it?” I asked.
“Dark thirty, retard, the power’s out, and all the clocks stopped working, remember!” scolded my sister.
Other than my mom and sister talking, there were no other sounds to be heard. I got up and walked inside, getting more water to drink before going to my room to get some sleep. While I sleep, I’ll introduce myself and give you a little background on where I live.
As you already know, I’m Lucas Christopher Young; I’m eighteen and just graduated high school. I’m just an average kid who lives in a farm town with his mom and sister.
When I say average, I mean average. At six feet even, okay, so I’m a couple of inches above average in my height, but everything else is average, I swear. I weigh one hundred eighty pounds, with brownish-blonde hair and violet eyes. Don’t say it; being that they’re connected to me, they’re average. My mom, Hope Mathews, five-five, brown-eyed brunette, is one hundred twenty-five pounds and nicely built.
She’s a personal trainer and yoga instructor at the local gym. I don’t know her measurements, but her bust is cantaloupe-sized, maybe. Her ass, though, it’s hard to miss because she has a “Kapow” ass. You’ve seen one like hers, on the girls at the gym that make you go cross-eyed. They have just enough softness to jiggle a little, but not too much, ya know what I mean.
My sister, Holly Cantu, is two years older than me. As you can tell, her last name doesn’t match mine; that’s because she’s, my half-sister. Her dad was in the military and was killed in a “training” accident. Holly is built a lot like Mom, with a little smaller cantaloupes, but the same ass, though. She’s five-five, brown-eyed, and also a brunette, one hundred twenty pounds, although right now Holly’s hair is dyed blonde. And she just started working with Mom at the gym.
My dad was in the military too, but he didn’t die or anything. He was in a group that got caught stealing weapons and other military equipment and selling it on the black market, so he’s currently serving a life sentence in Leavenworth prison. He writes letters to me, but I haven’t written him back in a while. Mom tells me I should; he is my father after all.
Then there’s Mrs. Tomball, Lucy, whom you already met. She was my home ec teacher. Yes, I took home ec; I thought it would be an easy class; it wasn’t. Anyway, Lucy stands just below my nose, has big cantaloupes, and I’ve only seen her in loose dresses until today. And I’d have to say she has a nice ass as well. She’s currently a redhead, but I have no way of knowing if that’s her true hair color.
Until today, Spring, the small town of just over five thousand people in which I live, was just your typical small town. Farmers doing farming things, dumb kids doing dumb things, and everyone else doing their own thing, whatever that was.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, once you reach shelter, remain inside, keep all exterior doors and windows closed and locked, and do not go back outdoors for any reason.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, once you reach shelter, remain inside, keep all exterior doors and windows closed and locked, and do not go back outdoors for any reason.
ERRRR, ERRRR, ERRRR, once you reach shelter, remain inside, keep all exterior doors and windows closed and locked, and do not go back outdoors for any reason.
ERRRR, ERRR...
“Fucking shut up, already,” I said to my phone as I stopped the annoying alert.
Needing something to drink, I got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. With a full glass of water in hand, I walked outside to see what was going on. “I must still be dreaming,” I thought to myself. The sky was no longer red; rather, it had wispy, glowing, green clouds moving across it instead, like “Maximum Overdrive,” another movie from the eighties. I must ... That lightning strike did some damage; now Holly has a reason to call me a retard. It’s that or I’m still asleep and dreaming.
I needed to piss and piss badly, so I walked to the side of the house and whipped out “My ding a ling” and started pissing, but “My ding a ling” wasn’t a ding a ling at all; it was a Kong Dong. “Yep, still dreaming,” I told myself in the dream. The whole time I was outside, I didn’t notice the lime green fluorescing mist wrap around me. I was dreaming anyway, right? So, I took several deep breaths. I finished up, did the helicopter a couple of times, and then put the meat club back in my pants.
When I walked back in, I noticed Mom’s bedroom light was on, so I walked to her bedroom door. Her door was partially opened, and when I looked inside, she was sleeping. Sleeping in a thin lace, matching, teal-colored boy-short panty and bra. Thin enough I could see that Mom shaved her pubes bare and the colors of her areolas and nipples. Her areolas were a raspberry mousse, while her nipples were raspberry in color.
I walked over and turned off her bedside lamp and then turned off the main light as I left her room, closing the door behind me. Next, I went to Holly’s room to turn off her light. She too was sleeping in see-through boy-shorts and bra, that were light pink in color. Holly had a thin landing strip that was neatly kept, and yes, the carpet matched the drapes; she had dyed her pubes. Her areolas were a raspberry garnet, while her nipples were more a burnt raspberry. I turned her light out and left, closing her door as well.
On the way back to my room, I cranked down the thermostat; it was fucking hot. I got back into bed and thought, “This is the weirdest fucking dream ever!” Then I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, or stopped dreaming, however that shit worked. I mean, do you go back to sleep, or do you just stop ‘dreaming’ that dream?
The temperature felt decent when I finally woke up. The power was on, so it must have been a dream.
“Why are you wearing your flannel PJs?” which got me a glare from Mom.
“Why do you ask?” She asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because you turned down the thermostat as low as it could go, that’s why!”
The second Holly walked into the kitchen, I burst out laughing. Like Mom, she was in her flannel PJs; unlike Mom, she was wearing her ‘Elmer Fudd’ hat with the flaps down. Her headlights were on ‘high-high beam’ too. When I turned back to Mom, so were hers. Then it clicked: if me turning down the thermostat, then that means everything else is real. “Scuse me, “I told them and went to the bathroom.
I closed the door and turned on the light. I knew I had just a handful before, and if last night is correct, I should have three handfuls plus a bit more. I pulled the front of my boxers out and looked down. “HOLY FUCK!” I could hear feet moving my way and looked over to see I hadn’t locked the door, so I quickly did so, and just in time, I might add.
“Are you alright in there?” My mom asked from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I told her with a smile on my face.
“Are you sure?” Holly asked this time.
“Yeah, it was just a big ass spider, and well, it’s a was now, so I’m good,” I told them.
“There aren’t any more, are there? They asked in unison.
“I don’t see any more.”
“Just because you don’t see them doesn’t mean there aren’t any,” Holly said.
“I’ll look to make sure it was the only one, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, sounding like her little girl self.
I pulled out my new equipment and put it on the countertop, and looking over, I grabbed my sister’s hairspray can. My penis was now two-thirds the length of the can and half as big around, and it was soft!
“Like what you see?” a male voice said from nowhere.
“I ... what the fuck!” I said, spinning around to see where the voice came from. My clumsy ass tripped over my boxers that had fallen to my ankles, and then I fell into the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain down with me. All my sister’s bath stuff also fell in the process, making all sorts of noise.
“What was that?” Mom asked.
“Nothing,” I told her.
“That didn’t sound like nothing!” My sister said.
“Okay, it was another spider, and it jumped at me.”
“It what?” They asked in unison.
“Too funny,” the male voice said, followed by maniacal laughter.
“I’ve gone nuts,” I said out loud.
“What was that?” asked Mom.
“Nothing,” I replied.
“We’re in your head. What was it, the one female you call your sister called you? Ahh, yes, retard. Just think what you want to say to me,” the male voice told me.
“Wha...” I started to say out loud, “What?” There are more of you in my head?” I thought this time.
“Yes, there are more.”
“How many more?”
“Just more,” the male voice stated.
“He’s such an ass; there are just two of us,” a female voice, sounding like pure sex appeal, said this time.
“How’d you get in there?” I thought.
“I entered with the ‘lightning’ as the one you call Mrs. Tomball called it, while she entered with the green stuff,” said the male voice.
“This is fucking weird, if you ask me.”
“Do you like what I’ve given you?” asked the male voice.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t!”
“It would have been bigger, but she stopped me from making it bigger.”
“I did stop you; you always go to the extreme,” the female voice admonished the male voice.
“What are your names?” I asked.
“We haven’t been called anything in a very long time. It is also doubtful you would be able to pronounce them if we told you,” the male voice replied.
“Well, I need to call you two something; how about I call her Dawn and you Dusk?” I told them.
“I like the name Dawn,” said the female voice.
“Why Dusk for me?” asked the male voice.
“Two sides of a coin: she’s the light and you, well, you’re the dark. Or I can just call you Richard,” I told him.
“Richard?” He asked.
“Yeah, Richard.”
The giggles that were coming from Dawn let me know she got the jest of the name. “Dusk, the short version of Richard, is Dick, which suits you perfectly,” she told him with mirth in her voice.