The Rave beyond; Transofrmation
The Rave Beyond; Transformation
a story inspired by Chemical Brothers "hey boy hey girl"
Imagine, if you will, a world that through sound alone channels a beings' innermost qualities into the fray. This place has speakers blasting unusual, frequently oppressive beats, but you know immediately what it is; acid house, electronica, techno, whatever. Bodies, active sweaty bodies smack you absently in this strange atmosphere. Everyone is going crazy, nearly feral. Lights sparkle about in random patterns, bathing faces, torsos, with psychedelic intensity. Eyes alone twinkle like rainbows of glory. Smoke rises to the ceiling in this dark nether realm. You hope its incense or a fog machine, but more likely, its probably that bunch of people who smuggled their own illicit favs' to this event, as if this situation weren't queer enough. Now you come back to yourself. This observation took twenty seconds, but felt like an eternity, as you walk through the doors. This chaos is a rave. The best rave in town, hosted by D.J. Inferno. People say strange things happen when he cranks his unique stuff from the speakers, but currently what you hear is not one of his original mixers at all. It's-
"Hey girls, hey boys. Superstar D.J.'s-HERE WE GO!"
For only a moment does the international jockey from Spain confuse you, for this song is a classic, and as it plays, you get into it, B.O. and bad dancing be damned! As you look at the patrons, their pacifiers, their floppy hats, their spinning glow sticks, and the overall insanity, the smooth rolling of the main beat hits you like euphoria. When the next part comes, everyone really rocks out to it. One person does raise the roof, another the lasso, another throw the dice, but most of these ravers shake it in no particular way, and neither do you. This is passion, not choreography, so who cares? Anyway, that Spanish guy sure knows his shit because he adds a little of his own stuff without ruining or remixing the Chemical Brothers top hit. People make room as a white dude in a tank top, shorts that barely reach his ass, and an askew M.L.B. cap on his head, begins to bust it out in his own space, his own world. For one second, as his legs fly under him and he catches his momentum on the floor with his hands for more spinning, for one blink of your eyes-he is no longer human, he is a smug-faced gray coated anthro wolf with a puffy tail coming out the back of his shorts, pointed ears sticking out of his hat, and-your next look-he is that same crazy blonde-haired kid with bad fashion sense as he continues to go nuts on the floor.
You sigh-and decide to go to the bathroom. Maybe the heat has driven you to hallucinate...maybe not...From a nearby stall come curious noises. You peek in to see a brunette getting the bejeesus banged out of her by some white guy. You shake your head in bewilderment as you close the door. However, for one small instance, the couple, in their carnal visitation, now fuck transformed! The chick is a black and white skunk with yellow hair on her head-not a true blonde, you think, as you now appraise her fuck buddy. He is a red fox with his pants down, and you can see the smile curled about his fluffy jowls from behind. As the door closes, you hope nobody slipped you something, but you never drank anything anyway. You take two aspirin from a pocket, chew them up, and swallow the disgusting, chalky, bitter spit into your stomach, hoping this will counteract whatever the hell is wrong with you. Then you look into the mirror and blink rapidly seeing something white and furry staring back at you. Washing your hands, the smell of sex emanates from the private stall party nearby. The chrome fixtures and black tiled walls spin dizzily before your eyes, as the bass of the outside rave thumps heavily against the bathroom walls. Madness! Insanity! What have you become involved in?
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Rhythmically like a clumsy giant.
You proceed to open the door and get blasted by the music as you leave. A yellow sign has been put up nearby, where someone has spilled their drink. Spears of light slash through the gray fog of illegal drug smoke.
Its amazing to see how frantic everyone is, to see how they dance as if their bodies were aflame and being slowly devoured in poetic flight. Part of raving is chaos, nonsensical action. That is why they call it "raving mad."
And no doubt it doesn't get more absurd than this.
But sometimes lunacy can be part of the fun, too.
Who wants to be an uptight ass all the time?
At least here, E.T. freaks are home.
And they use the far-off payphones alot.
E.T. freak phone from home.
You walk out toward the center, and though people make way reluctantly, it takes awhile for you to get towards the center of the floor, where a person can comfortably feel the power of both speakers against their body. D.J. Inferno lays it down thick, almost like shag carpet. Then he builds up, letting the bone-crushing, chest -battering beat build up into an almost euphoric, nearly orgasmic crescendo, a rapport to build everyone slowly up. People are going wilder, and you tense, aware now what is going on. People say Inferno has a way of changing reality. Literally, that is what he is doing. As he gradually increases the primal energy, the instinctual fantasies in all of us present. The enchantment builds for half a minute-an eternity to those of us who dance. As it builds slow, ever increasing, like the gentle yet intense rise into climax and orgasm of a good fuck. When it crashes, our unnatural barriers will crumble and expose our deepest wish to the world. Gates that hold fast our primal fantasy will collapse instantly.
Then, for one second, the lights go out, leaving you in pitch darkness, the music is muted down to a barely audible level. Inferno cries out,
"Here we go!" and strikes up the party again.
Then colored lights flash in erratic patterns, exposing fur here, scales there, maybe fangs, maybe claws, maybe puffy tails. As you take in this odd scene, you look up at Inferno, who is busting it out himself with giant headphones on-except-except D.J. Inferno is now a dark tan coated horse with an even darker colored mane! For a second you freak out, and you could swear the big horse flashed you an unusual grin through his muzzle. Looking about further, doubting your sanity, you now see these anthro animal beings dancing it out like the ravers they mysteriously replaced! Could Inferno have turned them-himself-you...look at your own hands and realize they are no longer hands. They are paws, but you can't tell what color they are in this strange scape.
As these animal beings (some call them furs) comprehend their situation, they go with it and play with each others' appendages, namely tails-as if they stepped into a dream, shrugged it off, and decided to forget the awkwardness and instead just make tonight theirs.
Either your crazy-
or everyone else is.
You decide either are true, but seeing is believing, and when a husky with fluffy mounds on her chest and pink lipstick on her muzzle playfully yanks your tail ( and you see that you are actually some breed of white canine ) you take her up on the offer and dance with her. And despite that she has no clothes on, yiff is the farthest thing from your mind.
Then you pause uncertainly.
Yiff-you never used that word before, never even knew it existed before this moment! However, you put that out of mind as you gaze at your gray-coated mate. She smiles at you, pants a little, wags her tail erratically. For you, this is puppy love. You catch random glimpses of those around; dragons, fox's, equines, canines, felines, ursine's, reptiles. The whole hyper-evolved animal kingdom is here! Nearby, a white pony with a black mane and tail breaks it out with a chick who transfigured into a very fine chestnut mare femme. They are doing the ride the pony move, but the ultimate irony is that is what they now are! Even if your crazy, you certainly aren't alone! And...what will become of your hidden desires when Inferno must finally stop? You put that out of mind, as you have until dawn to be the white wolf, and maybe, maybe D.J. Inferno will come back to your town to make fantasies real again!
the end
dedicated to my lil' bro Frison, who really DOES make dreams come true!