Excerpt: Flagellate Venus, by John Harris
An Excerpt From Flagellate Venus, John Harris’s Latest Erotica Novel For Single-Cell Organisms
For more than a decade, John Harris has been the most celebrated author in the genre of erotica for asexual, single-cell protozoa. ThingX.com is proud to present an exclusive excerpt from his latest novel, Flagellate Venus, set to be released this coming February, just in time for Amoeba Valentine’s Day, which falls on the 8th.
Chapter III
Tabitha’s vacuoles were pounding in her membrane as she rushed to a more secluded part of the pond to collect herself. It was so unlike her to behave this way—after all, she was a serious-minded, ambitious paramecium with a good life, gathering bacteria and yeast with her cilia, and sweeping the food particles into her oral groove. Yet now, something had been awakened in her, something she knew she could not control. Moreover, she wasn’t certain she wanted to control it.
As Tabitha’s thoughts wandered, she began to absentmindedly rub her full, heaving trichocysts against some algae particles. She was tired, quite frankly, of always doing what she was supposed to do—blindly bumping into things and assimilating nutrients. Why not let herself go a little wild? What could be the harm? After all, she worked hard, blindly bumping into things and assimilating nutrients. Didn’t she deserve to do something for herself, even just once?
The full moon had by this time risen over the pond, its brilliant light filtering through the thin layer of stagnant scum, bathing everything around Tabitha in an otherworldly green hue. Even the carnivorous didinia and amoebazoa that she had to avoid being gruesomely devoured by every single second of her life seemed to take on new, sensual possibilities.
Without quite realizing what was happening, Tabitha began to feel warm all over. Whatever was happening, she could feel herself being completely swept away by it. A few bubbles of ecstasy escaped her gullet; she had never experienced anything this overpowering, this totally primal and instinctual, except for every other behavior she engaged in, which were based entirely on primal instinct. The warmth built inside her, rushing through every nanometer of her endoplasm. Just as these new sensations became too intense to bear, Tabitha shuddered violently, feeling as though she was being torn in two by pure, euphoric bliss.
Tabitha collapsed backward, exhausted, as the last rapturous waves shook her large nucleus and also her micronucleus. Not once in her 9-hour-long life had she felt this way, or so completely and freely given half of everything she was over to something.
Suddenly, a very familiar voice spoke, interrupting her ecstatic reverie.
“Hello, Tabitha. I’m Tabitha.”
