THE VERY FIRST EVER "VALLEY SHOOT"

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THE VERY FIRST "VALLEY SHOOT"

Of Divine Inspiration Productions

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There weren't always dragons in the Valley…

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Sometimes the dragons stopped to pose for a freeze-frame or for some promotional stuff.

And unlike Valley, the poor dragons would get tired and need to rest occasionally.

Sometimes the “rewards” of dragons would be genuine,

But as the day wore on, the “rewards” of dragons had to be faked a little with watered-down yoghurt with a little gold dust sprinkled in, while the dragons in question made an ecstatic face.

(And having long reptilian snouts, did not best lend itself to any acting abilities)

There were the occasional interruptions as a wing, or a claw caught cramp.

And the technical limitations were a nightmare!

Dragons get larger as they get older and more powerful.

Ancient dragons could be as large as a small town!

And these twelve dragons were the lords of their kind and were even larger still!

(Each one a different colour to represent their dragon house and different, various, spheres of power)

Curled up into a tight ball, each one would be roughly the size of our earth-moon!

So, finding a shoot location and wide enough angled spirit lenses was an issue for the production company.

The shoot’s Director, Bob, mopped his brow and quickly looked at the relative time of this dimension.

He looked around at the scruffy, one plane of existence, pocket dimension.

There were some basic sad-looking either-growths, in their cheap pots, on the windowsill.

A large square tank, hummed and bubbled with a sad little shitty treasure chest that opened and closed at the bottom.

Inside the inhabitants floated around and occasionally looked out with big dumb stares in their stupid eyes.

Next to the tank was a small container of food to sprinkle, hand-labelled “Not Too Much!”

The chaos god he had negotiated with, only let “Divine Inspiration Productions” use their flat for one comparative aeon.

Even then, only if the director remembered to soul-water the either-growths and feed the universes in the universe tank.

(But you had to only sprinkle a little food, too much was bad for the universes.)

Bob rubbed the bridge of his nose in empathy briefly.

The poor shmuck who owned this dump thought Bob was just borrowing the place to take a woman here.

Ok, technically Bob had not lied, he was bringing a woman back here.

It is just that Bob has also brought twelve dragon lords, (who were Crap at acting) and a film crew with him as well.

The only thing Bob felt he had to be concerned about was his star talent.

Sure, Bob had done the checks, as she did look gorgeous.

Her acting, “IF” it was acting, was also perfect.

Bob had filmed A LOT of these types of things and yet, for the existence of him, despite all that experience, he honestly had no idea if Valley was faking any orgasms or if they were all true!

But despite the double checks, she did still look a bit too young…

She certainly did NOT look over, the legally required, eighteen billion years old.

She barely passed for fifteen billion!

Meanwhile, Bob could feel his backer, his investor, tapping her feet and glaring at the back of his head.

Silently Bob, repeated to himself, “Please don’t try to contribute, Please don’t try to contribute, Please don’t try to contribute,”

The Backer, A sharp-faced “Fertility” Goddess, Gave a brief fake cough.

Again, Silently Bob, repeated to thought, “Shit! She is going to try and contribute,”

“She doesn’t look enough like me…” said the Goddess.

“No,” thought Bob, “Unlike you, people wanted to have sex with Valley”

But out loud Bob said instead, In his best oily voice

“But you are a prime archetype Goddess across seven Meta verses! Of course, the poor girl would not be able to look as good as you!”

The Goddess’s eyes narrowed –

“Do NOT dare and try to ‘handle’ me, you blasphemous third plane, hack!”

“This is not the first vision I have ever commissioned!”

“I did not mean, that she did not look like the ‘real’ me,”

“I know what I look like!” She scowled,

“Every stretch line is from hard work and represents a new multiverse paradigm!”

“What I meant WAS,”

“She does not look enough like my worshipers envision me!”

“If a thousand different species across three different realities are going to push themselves within inches of death for a glimpse of my visage,”

“Then they are going to expect some form of cultural consistency!”

“Or they won’t lead their worlds to war and die for me!”

Bob signed and replied,

“We will solve it in post-production, I promise”

“You will have more blind faith in a single mortal cycle than you have enjoyed for a long time!”

“You will have more blind faith than you can possibly spend in a single shopping spree!”

Great, Valley was once of the best he had ever worked with, his discovery, and he was going to have to make her look less attractive in post-production.

Bob looked on at Valley’s writhing body,

Making her look less attractive? How in all the hells, everywhere, was he going to manage to do that!

“And you said you only had one shooting eon” continued the Goddess.

“So, maybe you can please let me get on with it then,” Bob replied.

“We are running out of comparative time!” Stated the Goddess flatly.

“That’s my point,” Said Bob,

“So, when are you going to start doing the sacrifice scene!” Asked the Goddess accusingly!

Bobs being, ran cold…

“Sacrifice scene?” He asked

“Sacrifice scene?” Demanded the Goddess.

“What sacrifice scene?” Asked Bob voice dripping in dread.

The Goddess marched round to him and tapped an underlined part of the contract that she had already triple underlined in bright glowing red, with a load of star asterisks next to it!

ALWAYS READ THE CONTRACT!

What a rooky mistake!

The technical problems and delays and his own complacency after making so many of these film visions had made Bob forget the golden rule!

ALWAYS! ALWAYS! ALWAYS! ALWAYS READ THE CONTRACT!

ALWAYS!

Normally he would have, obviously, but again…

With all the technical problems and delays…

… wait…

Bob looked at the Goddess as she tapped the contract under his nose.

The Goddess glanced up,

Their eyes met.

All “the technical” problems and “delays”… She had bloody well played him like a fiddle.

A brief smile on the Goddess's vicious, devoid of happiness lips, revealed that,

Her cheerless grin meant she knew, that he had now worked it out.

“Why..?” Asked Bob.

“Because otherwise, no one would make what I wanted…” she smirked.

“I do NOT make those sorts of films,” Bob said in a deep whisper, knocking the pile of text from her hand,

“You do now…” Gleamed the Goddess, “The contract is binding”

In horror, Bob looked at the lovely Valley getting ready for her next scene.

In even more dawning horror, Bob then looked at the twelve dragon lords.

“You mean…?”

“Yep… Every single morsel!” She grinned

“I want every scrap devoured, leaving only the sheets and mattress soaked a dripping through with blood.”

“I want every swallow captured”, Said the Goddess, clearly getting aroused by the idea.

“I have a duty of care for my talent!” Pleaded Bob

“I don’t want to betray them!”

“Do I look like I give a single eternity of flying fucks what you want” snarled the Goddess her eyes briefly glowing a bright infrared?!

“It is You or Them!”

“Make a choice!”

“Make that choice now!”

Bob’s face paled and he very slowly nodded his head in agreement before looking away in fear.

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Bob called Valley over,

“Yes Bob,” she said brightly.

Bob reached over and respectfully closed her dressing gown over to hide her nakedness a bit more,

It seemed an odd thing to do,

As if that could somehow make up for what was about to happen.

“Yes, My dear,,,” Said Bob to her,

“Well? You called me over boss” Valley beamed brightly,

“Eeerrr,” hummed Bob,

“Everything ok dear,” Bob asked.

“The dragons are not being too rough with you?”

“No!” Jeered Valley

“They are total sweethearts!”

“The Gold Dragon and the Black Dragon were a bit shy at first,”

“But I soon fixed that,” Valley giggled.

Valley noticed the look in Bob’s eyes,

“What wrong?”

“I thought I was the only noob here!?” She signed

“None of it hurt! Honest!”

“It was all just acting, even the bits where I seemed like I was fighting them!”

“But of course, you knew that!”

“You’re looking out for me… Aren’t you Bob?!”

“Yes,” Said Bob quietly shaking his head,

“Yes I am looking out for my number one,” he said, his voice dripping with shame and sorrow.

“I know what the problem is,” said Valley full of enthusiasm.

“Because I am new to this, you are a bit worried about asking for something a little more extreme!”

“You are worried that I might find it too gross or offensive?!”

Bob silently nodded.

“Silly billy” said Valley “Just ask, I may or may not say yes!”

“But you are going to have to ask if you want to find out!” she smiled

“Although I have to say, I have Never been so turned on!”

“Think I only had to fake three or the orgasms and even then I was still really close each time!”

Bob expression looked blank, his eyes tightly closed,

“So, go on then!” said Valley, giving Bob a friendly little fake punch on the shoulder”

“So, go on then Bob!”

“Ask me!”

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After the horror was over,

After the sacrifice was consumed,

The mattress did indeed drip, soaked through with blood.

In the bathroom, the shocked crew could hear vomiting.

“Are they ok,” asked a cameraman.

The Backer Goddess grimed a visceral visage of sheer delight

“They will be fine,” She said

“They are just getting used to the idea of what they did,”

“That’s all” She cackled

A concerned hand slowly opened the bathroom door.

“Are you ok?!”

“The vomiting figure damped their mouth with some paper and then flushed the toilet”

“I will be ok,” their still shaking voice said,

They turned their head to address Bob, who out of concern, had opened the bathroom door, to check on them.

Bob looked onto the face of sweet Valley.

His latest and bravest little porn actress.

From the floor, sweet Valley returned his gaze,

“I just have not eaten that much dragon flesh in one sitting before!”

“And certainly not dragons that large!”

She rubbed her belly still looking queasy,

“And I am not sure some of those dragon types really go together… cuisine wise,”

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There weren't always dragons in the Valley…

But for a short while,

Between the last struggled bite

And the first heave of vomit into the toilet bowl

For that brief moment…

ALL the Dragons were in the Valley!

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PS

And Bob DID Forgot to water the pots and sprinkle food into the tank!

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