Plot summary: In the previous chapter, a young ant by the name of Antelissa
spotted an unusual-looking sea-going vessel down by the beach, while she is
there on day with her friends, and she approached the ship to investigate.
The creature stepping ponderously out of the ship onto the golden sand below was unlike anything Antelissa had ever seen. He was bigger than her, but also black, and had wings and two bulging, reddish eyes. In her life, being surrounded only by other ants, this creature looked incredibly odd, and yet, in her eyes, astoundingly handsome. In fact, he looked remarkably similar to Orlando Bloom. (Ha ha, make fun of all you Legolas fans!) The creature, with it's wings adorned with strange, black, patterned lines, could easily have flown over to greet Antelissa, but this fly was a gentleman, so with a graceful air of modest chivalry, he walked up to her and took a deep bow. (Don't ask how flies can bow, they just can, all right?!)
"Good day, my lady," said the fly. "Pleased to meet you, er, Antelissa, was it? Yes, a great honour and pleasure, madame."
Antelissa raised an eyebrow. (Since when do ants have eyebrows, you ask? Hey, I told you they were super-intelligent ants!) "Okay, what the hell are you on? If it's LSD, I want some!!"
"Sorry," replied the fly. "I don't usually talk like that, it's just that stupid girl over in New Zealand writing this story, she really does suck."
"Yeah, tell me about it," retorted Antelissa. "I mean, hasn't it even occurred to her that insects aren't supposed to speak English? But at least she's not as bad as that other girl she's friends with, you know that idiot Cheeze Monkey who keeps writing those stupid anime-crossover stories."
"Oh, I know," sympathised her new companion. "That damn Smeagol." (Turns and winks at the invisible audience through the computer screen.)
The two insects looked at each other and smiled. They were both different species, and yet they weren't so different at all. "I'm Flyan," the fly introduced himself, as he gazed fondly into Antelissa's tiny, delicate eyes. He had only just met her, and yet he felt as if he had fallen head- over-heels in love with her. She was the most beautiful insect he had ever laid his eyes on.
"Oh, Flyan, I love you!" cried Antelissa and flung herself mercilessly into his outstretched arms- er, I mean, wings.
"Bring it on, sexy!" he answered her and they made mad passionate love non- stop for the next three hours. (Damn, I might have to bring up the rating on this story- and that's before we even get into the disturbing factor of this being not just any sex, but sex between insects. Urrgh. (Shakes head vigorously to remove frightening mental pictures)
Well. Yes. Right. But while these two lovebirds- er, loveinsects had gone off to do their thing, the ship was abandoned with Flyan's not-yet- mentioned fly companions still inside. And Antelissa's parsley-smoking hippie stoner friends were beginning to become curious about Antelissa's whereabouts. Oh, and also one of them finally noticed this great big bloody ship that had been right in front of their friggin' noses the whole time, and so they trundled off to have a wee squiz at this old shippy thinga-me- bob. But that's for next time. So stay tuned for the next thrilling installment of, "Oh, my giddy ant!"
The creature stepping ponderously out of the ship onto the golden sand below was unlike anything Antelissa had ever seen. He was bigger than her, but also black, and had wings and two bulging, reddish eyes. In her life, being surrounded only by other ants, this creature looked incredibly odd, and yet, in her eyes, astoundingly handsome. In fact, he looked remarkably similar to Orlando Bloom. (Ha ha, make fun of all you Legolas fans!) The creature, with it's wings adorned with strange, black, patterned lines, could easily have flown over to greet Antelissa, but this fly was a gentleman, so with a graceful air of modest chivalry, he walked up to her and took a deep bow. (Don't ask how flies can bow, they just can, all right?!)
"Good day, my lady," said the fly. "Pleased to meet you, er, Antelissa, was it? Yes, a great honour and pleasure, madame."
Antelissa raised an eyebrow. (Since when do ants have eyebrows, you ask? Hey, I told you they were super-intelligent ants!) "Okay, what the hell are you on? If it's LSD, I want some!!"
"Sorry," replied the fly. "I don't usually talk like that, it's just that stupid girl over in New Zealand writing this story, she really does suck."
"Yeah, tell me about it," retorted Antelissa. "I mean, hasn't it even occurred to her that insects aren't supposed to speak English? But at least she's not as bad as that other girl she's friends with, you know that idiot Cheeze Monkey who keeps writing those stupid anime-crossover stories."
"Oh, I know," sympathised her new companion. "That damn Smeagol." (Turns and winks at the invisible audience through the computer screen.)
The two insects looked at each other and smiled. They were both different species, and yet they weren't so different at all. "I'm Flyan," the fly introduced himself, as he gazed fondly into Antelissa's tiny, delicate eyes. He had only just met her, and yet he felt as if he had fallen head- over-heels in love with her. She was the most beautiful insect he had ever laid his eyes on.
"Oh, Flyan, I love you!" cried Antelissa and flung herself mercilessly into his outstretched arms- er, I mean, wings.
"Bring it on, sexy!" he answered her and they made mad passionate love non- stop for the next three hours. (Damn, I might have to bring up the rating on this story- and that's before we even get into the disturbing factor of this being not just any sex, but sex between insects. Urrgh. (Shakes head vigorously to remove frightening mental pictures)
Well. Yes. Right. But while these two lovebirds- er, loveinsects had gone off to do their thing, the ship was abandoned with Flyan's not-yet- mentioned fly companions still inside. And Antelissa's parsley-smoking hippie stoner friends were beginning to become curious about Antelissa's whereabouts. Oh, and also one of them finally noticed this great big bloody ship that had been right in front of their friggin' noses the whole time, and so they trundled off to have a wee squiz at this old shippy thinga-me- bob. But that's for next time. So stay tuned for the next thrilling installment of, "Oh, my giddy ant!"