Fic: Cleopatra's Gourd: Mature/R

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Title: Cleopatra’s Gourd
Rating: Mature
Length: 221b
Notes: Retirementlock, Horror/Nightmare, Object Insertion, Bodily Invasion of Insects, Incompetent Vicars, POV Watson, dialogue only, humour (YMMV)
Summary: Watson’s own fears of the countryside manifest in a nightmare.
Author’s Note: Could be a companion piece to Red Columbine. Based on a myth about the first vibrator. For the August prompt: hand utensils.


“Beyond my wildest dreams?”

“The cosmopolitan pleasures of London pale in comparison to those of the bucolic, yet hedonistic, countryside, Watson.”

“I’m not a young man.”

“No acrobatics required, just an open mind, a willingness to take a risk, and a penchant for the extraordinary.”

“Well, I’ve got those in spades. All right.”

“Splendid! Let me tie this blindfold.”

“Oh, heighten the sensation?”

“Precisely. I’ll just be a moment.”

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“Ready?”

“Yes. Oh!”

“Take a deep breath. Relax. There. How’s that?”

“Oh, yes, well, the vibrations are rather pleasant. It is a clockwork device?”

“No, this mechanism is older than even gears. It was first used by the Egyptian queen Cleopatra.”

“Really? Well, it can’t be magic. Oh, oh. That buzzing sounds just like…oh, but that’s impossible.”

“Just remember, Watson, when you’ve eliminated the impossible, whatever remains…”

“Holmes!”

“Don’t twist so, Watson, you’ll tear the neck of the…”

“AARGH!”

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“HOLMES!”

“Nightmare, Watson?”

“Yes, this country life.”

“It will take time to accustom ourselves to it.”

“Holmes, would you be disturbed if I asked you to vow never to shove a squash full of angry bees up my arse?”

“No, but I will advise you to spend less time with the Vicar. His jokes are unsettling, his knowledge of history even more so. Oh, your raffle prize…”

“That hideous gourd?”

“…will be burned.”