STÎF AND LAÎF

The village of Plen lies in the desert, in the land sandwiched

between the river known as the Tigris and its sister, the Euphrates,

at least it was so when both rivers didn't rise up to help flood out

all humanity. Following the flood, it was engulfed by the sea,

turning into yet another flat area of wavy ocean.

At Plen, you can visit a mountain called Pocono, towering skyward,

once the remains of lizards from a book ago, to the clouds and the

stars glowing above, the broken down severed limbs of previous gods.

There's also an acclaimed Hotel Palomar in the town; a music store

featuring the most recent, praised music albums around; and Plen

is also the corporate headquarters Gardner Urban Construction,

founded by Kleiner Mamiya, specializing in vegetation uprooting

for inner city construction, demolition equipment, tax services,

pharmaceutical distribution, chocolate confectioneries, fast food,

covert military operations, and a hell of a lot more! Gardner

Urban Construction™—whatever your heart wishes for, it's

certain that we'll be able to provide it!

As I have finished recalling the perks of the old village of

Plen, as told to me by some of the beautifully-voiced-and-

bodied Tots, the remaining Tots interjected and told me that

nobody has any interest in the public perks of Plen and

that I should just get on with the original story. Since I

have been told so by the grand Tots, I shall continue the story.

At Plen, you can visit a mountain called Pocono, towering skyward,

once the remains of lizards from a book ago, to the clouds and the

stars glowing above, the broken down severed limbs of previous gods.

This was the sole feature that was left standing after being consumed

by the ocean. Here, two people, a man and a woman, were sailing to

the peak poking out of the ocean for refuge.

The man, Stîf, after rowing the small dinghy to the remains of

Pocono, helped the accompanying woman, Laîf, out of the boat.

Upon arrival, the pair sent prayers to the mighty ones above,

to the nymphs of all the mountains, the raging water spirits for

guiding the two to safety, and the goddess without whom nothing

would be or occur: the bright, omniscient daughter of Faír, Sån.

One would not be able to find a most pious duo on the land of the

earth—not even in the present day furthermost East—more

god-fearing and retrogressive than Stîf and Laîf, who assisted in

the torture and mutilation of Plen's homosexuals, and prayed to the

gods above nightly for the complete destruction of the West and

the like-minded people who reside there, for oppressing those

on the East simply by existing and thinking differently from them.

The pervading eye up above saw that the earth was now

a wavy ball of stormy water; just one man appeared to be

all that remained of so many million men and just one woman

appeared to be all that remained of so many million women,

both of them devout worshipers of the divine ones, free of sin.

Using her natural-born heat, she dissipated the clouds and rain;

with the aid of the southwestern wind, she cleared the mists and

fog, exposing the parts of the earth to the sky and exposing the

parts of the sky to the earth.

The heat of Òchen, too, died down. Slowly but surely, she calmed

the tumultuous waters and, with intent to blow, retrieved her conch

horn to signal the nymphs of the creeks and rivers to return to their holes.

Òchen lifted her tanned trumpet, which curves to a spiral from the

mouthpiece to widen out to the ending hole and has various flat spikes

growing up from all sides, whose notes, when she has blown through it

in the midst of the ocean, was just a mere, single asphyxiated note,

a shrill, tinny ringing sound.

As strangled and tinny as the sound was, it signaled the commanded retreat,

heard by all of the water on the world, and all of the water of the world

by which the noise was received were as stifled as the noise itself.

The rivers returned to their channels while the oceans regained their

shores. The flooding impeded; the hills and mountains arose once again;

the pine trees emerged from the sea, soaking wet, dripping; the corporate

headquarters of Gardner Urban Construction returned to the village of Plen.

The world was back to normal; the sun shone brightly in the sky,

observing the reformed, evaporating land, along with the two humans

that appeared to remain in the world; upon catching the glowing sun

in the heavens, the pair abased themselves in Sån, calling the both

of them weak and insignificant ants unworthy of the crusty toe jam

that resides between the toes of the bright sun herself.

After giving the two a sign that a god, or rather goddess

in this case, was going to cause divine communication, Sån thanked

the pair for their lifelong devotion to the immortal ones, then

stated: “You two, Stîf and Laîf, have been devout in your unyielding

fidelity towards us above all your lives and now you have been

given a great honor for your world and your race.”

“If I may be so bold, dear goddess,” Stîf replied timidly as to

have his concerns not be interpreted by the mighty sun, ruler of all the

Jolían gods, the giver of all life, as a blasphemous assault

against her divine authority, “but I feel that we mere specks of

dirt lack any kind of special power to rescue this ravaged land,

filled with no one for whom to care, nor with anything worth saving.”

“I mean not to question your holy power, almighty Sån,” added Laîf,

also showing respect to the powerful goddess and not wishing to be

seen as trying to defy or usurp the dominance of the great sun,

“but I also am unable to conceive how we can improve this dreadful

land, with all those about whom we cared seem to have been killed.”

“Fear not, my loyal subjects,” all-seeing Sån reassured the pair,

“for it is through my divine plans that you two shall save the world

and the human race.” With their confidences receiving holy stimulus,

the newly optimistic pair awaited to hear, right there, what Sån's ideas were.

“Now I want it understood,” the sun commanded, “that regardless of what

possible objections you may possibly have to my ideas, you will follow

my word no matter what. Life on earth depends upon your obedience!”

The two humans agreed gleefully to follow the divine word: “Whatever

it is you require to help save the world and bring your godly assistance

to fix these terrible lands and bring peace and hope, we shall do it!”

Sån, the glowing eye in the sky, lady of all the gods of Mount Jóli,

brightly stared at the two humans, beaming rays of pride at the faithful

dyad. “So be it,” she declared, “To help populate the whole earth with

a more gentler species devoted to us gods above, here is what you must do:

The two of you must engage in lewd intercourse so that dear Laîf

will be impregnated by the seeds of Stîf so that Laîf will create life.

This you must do—for the sake of all humanity!”

The pair were agog at Sån's request. They weren't rather keen on

fulfilling her demands, but did not wish to object to her divine

commands and seen as disobeying her authority. After a moment's

hesitation, the pair mustered up some courage to talk civilly to Sån.

“Dearest Sån, mother of all life,” they replied timidly, “we mean not

to disregard your holy authority, but it's just that we have a simple

problem with your command that might, unfortunately, hinder your

plans: The issue is that the two of us, Stîf and Laîf, are relatives

bound by blood, brother and sister, born from the same mother,

and therefore cannot fornicate with one another, even for humanity.”

Sån glared at the siblings for a little bit in disappointment.

“Well,” she finally said, “I'm very sorry that you feel that way.

You could have resurrected the whole of the human race into

your manner of thinking, as religious and loyal to us Jólians,

no more societal aberrations, the lowlifes being put in their place,

basic public order—now all that seems to be a fleeting fantasy

because you two would have the gall to disobey orders from

a goddess, specifically the sun, because you were too selfish to

consider the needs of all of your fellow humans!

Seeing as you don't want to help save the human race, then

you two siblings shall be left here all alone; the last two

humans remaining on all of earth, both of you living out

your lives with just each other; no one else to sing songs

to you; nobody else to prepare your meals for you;

absolutely no one and nothing, for the rest of your lengthy lives.”

All-seeing Sån slowly started to sally forth back to Mount Jóli;

the siblings were frightened by her warning: the pair would be

the last remaining humans on all of earth with no one else around

for many decades until they get released from this eerie silence

by the doings of Dët and rejoined with the drowned humans

deep beneath the earth within the realm of Onsîn.

“Dear goddess, wait!” the two finally exclaimed. “If this plan of yours

will truly help out the world and prove to be beneficial to

the human race...then, we shall do as requested by your will.”

Sån returned to the duo, pleased with their loyalty. “Why, that is

excellent to hear!” she replied. “Now, so that your faith will not

waver during this time, I will be keeping a watchful eye on you

two just so that you actually obey my commands.”

The two siblings followed the sun's commands to the letter,

knowing that they would breed a new human race, a more

religious race living in fear of the deathless ones, responsible

for everything. Thus, on the sun's holy orders, the both removed

their clothes, leaving nothing but their bare flesh.

Stiffly, the two nude siblings embraced one another, fondling one another's

genitalia slowly. The kisses the two gave started off as sibling,

familial kisses on the forehead before evolving into full-on lip-locking.

Stîf sucked on Laîf's breasts as he and his sister did decades ago from

their mother when they were infants.

Laîf was becoming more and more sodden as Stîf became more solid,

penetrating her below, both now fornicating hungrily and happily.

The siblings had never felt this pleased and this close before in their lives.

The coitus continued for a great while, never wanting it to end.

Laîf embraced her brother tightly than she ever had before, the both

of them sweating copiously, doing it out in the open for the sun to see.

Finally, at long last, the two managed to reach the climax of their

coition simultaneously, yelling loudly as they did so.

Stîf was still inside Laîf when it happened. The passion died off

and the pair remembered their familial relationship and the real

reason why they engaged in intercourse in the first place.

Sån, already watching them, came closer to the siblings, finding

them nude and tired. “Dear goddess,” they cried out to her, “we

have done as you asked.” “Excellent!” replied the great eye.

“I have this feeling that I spurted inside my dear sister,”

stated Stîf. “It's very likely that she will be impregnated with

my child and cause the human race to continue.” Laîf agreed.

“I feel that it will be so as well,” said shining Sån.

As the two kept on asking the goddess for her prayers for

the well-being of their possible seed, a mysterious group

was headed towards the goddess and the nude humans.

The leader of the small group came up to them, then asked,

“Uh, are we interrupting something here?”

It was a small group of humans who had been left homeless

since the great flood. Another group of humans arrived.

And another. And another. And more and more and more.

The nude siblings Stîf and Laîf, wearing nothing but their

flesh on their bones were taken aback at the humans.

They were all supposed to have been killed off. They had

orders to repopulate the human race and now they all live?

“Dear goddess, the bright sun, responsible for all life, light,

and warmth,” the siblings asked, “we mean absolutely no

disrespect nor do we wish to challenge or question your

divine authority, but you claimed that all the humans had

been eradicated and we were the sole ones remaining.

That's why we just fornicated with one another; you commanded

us to continue the human race. So, if we may be so brash,

how come there are now more humans?”

“Oh, right,” replied Sån. She paused for a moment before continuing:

“You see, while I and the massive, wavy Òchen were causing the

great flood to overcome the surface of the earth, it seems that

humanity has still persisted, in spite of the best effort of us immortals,

and the flood didn't seem to kill anyone at all.”

The siblings were still aghast at this situation. The gods are all-powerful

and cared a great deal about their people. Surely, any challenge or

difficulty would just be a test for man, trying to overcome obstacles

and improve their personalities and lives.

“I think we understand it now,” the duo said. “This has been merely a

test of fidelity towards the gods of Jóli, to see that our allegiance shall

never waiver and that the gods, in turn, shall always look after us. Correct?”

From the heavens, lustrous Sån angled closer towards the pious pair,

who were hoping their vulgar actions, as commanded by her, the sun,

would have some beneficial effect for the two of them. After a brief

moment of silence, the agleam sun inhaled for a modicum of a minute,

and opened her mouth to speak these words:

“Nah! I just wanted to fuck around with you!”

With that, the queen of the Jólian gods belted out a lengthy series of

heavy laughs, cackling at the measly siblings' collective expense.

The other groups of humans joined in on the jovial laughter, falling

to the group, clenching their bellies, tears coming from their eyes,

also at the expense of the nude siblings Stîf and Laîf.