Patient Blue
Quake, shake and conception

Blue, oh Blue-ooh.′

‘Pink I was just thinking about you.’

‘In a very naughty way I hope?’

‘The naughtiest possible way, your warm pink wetness, your perfume, it’s got the old magma all heated up and flowing I can tell you.’

’You are so bad. I’ve been having all manner of unexpected thoughts about you too, your deep blue oceans, your fertility, all those hard magnificent peaks and erections spewing all that red hot stuff. Right now my fronds are pulsing and flushing a deep dark crimson, twisting and writhing and all glistening wet.

‘Pink, what are you doing to me? I’ve never felt so,so-’

‘What?’

‘So tectonically active, my magma is so hot and fluid. Anything could happen if I let myself go.’

‘Why not?’

‘What?’

‘Let yourself go I would love to have a part of you inside me, deep in my warm ocean, to have a piece of you nestling in my fronds deep beneath my surface, let yourself go Blue, make it happen.’

Blue, with a mighty shudder did indeed let go, let go big time. Mount Pinatubo blew, all the volcanoes in the Pacific rim of fire blew, as did every active vent in Iceland and Europe. On the island of La Palma in the Canary Islands, the Cumbre Vieja volcano erupted and the whole side of the mountain slid majestically into the Atlantic, causing a vast Tsunami to race across the ocean swamping everything in its way. Magma spurted and flowed, but this was just the prelude to the main event. The Yellowstone Super Volcano, much anticipated and speculated upon, finally erupted in a titanic earth shattering blast that threw billions of tons of ash, pumice and rocks high into the atmosphere. The force of the blast was so great that a ten million ton chunk of Yellowstone complete with trees, grass, insects, algae, bacteria, microbes, strings of protein, strands of DNA, amino acids and one startled Grizzly Bear, was thrown into space with such force and with a velocity that allowed it to break orbit and head out into deep space.

It was precisely aimed, which in Blue’s aroused state was quite a feat. The ejaculated chunk would travel across interstellar space for millennia, eventually splashing down into the waiting and most definitely receptive warm crimson tinged ocean of Pink. The Bear didn’t make it, but the bacteria, microbes, DNA and amino acids certainly did, and as they reached the vacuum and cold of deep space they became frozen in a perpetual hibernation ready to revive whenever they reached a benign environment.

By chance, when the ejaculated chunk that had once been part of Yellowstone, complete with passengers, splashed down, it landed in a part of Pink’s ocean containing the last three hundred surviving Blobs that had managed to evade the attentions of the Blazing Incandescent Globe. They were destroyed by the impact and their corpses washed away in the orgasmic turbulence that followed.The chunk settled deep within Pink’s warm wet fertile embrace, where it warmed and thawed and its passengers revived.

Over the millions of years that would follow, the genetic material of Blue would combine with that of Pink and new life would emerge and swim in harmony with the Quicksilvers in the warm crystal clear sea under an undulating pink canopy that smelled to any Human nose, of Chanel number 5.

But that was the future. The present on the other hand,was far less appealing, especially for those of the human race that still survived. As the thick choking dust from the eruptions filled the skies making it turn dark even at noon and the air became toxic, vast Tsunamis devastated coastlines across the globe. The Fiery Beautiful Orb, was as good as his word about how he would manage the virus eradication program . Following the latest bit of the old, all be it rather unexpectedly impressive, quake, shake and eruption, BO dimmed his light and power output and the temperature on Blue became very cold very quickly.