Stephen Fry: The Hippopotamus - quotes
Description of sex and related subjects in examples:
(pg. 15)
Gaysexuals, bottomites, benderists, settle on a name you like, taking such problems as a querr-bashers, the newspapers, the virus, the police and society as read, lead a pretty fabulous life. Lavatories, parks, heatland, beaches, supermarkets, cementeries, pubs, clubs and bars vibrate to their music of simple erotic exchange. A man, bent, sees another man, bent. Their eyes lock and... bang, sex is done. They don't have to know their partner's name, they don't have to talk to him, they don't even, in the back rooms of dark metropolitan nightclubs, have to see his bloody face. It's a male world, ordered in a precisely male way, according to the devices and desires of a strictly male sexuality. Do those big hairy faggots who pose in magazines with leather collars round their dicks and rubber tubbing up their cack-alleys think of themselves as oppressed? Do gay man turting themselves up for a night in a club whine about the vile sexism which insists they must be made attractive in order to be inspected like cattle? Do they hell. (Ted Wallace's musings)
(pg. 85)
> None of those fits the noise, so, fighting a rising panic, you begin to consider less likely causes: a mouse in its death-throes; a bat loose in the kitchen; a child's toy left running; the cat accidentaly (or deliberately) treading on the remote-control unit and rewinding a video cassette <
(pg. 88)
David stared at the ceiling with something like reproach. The dreadful thing was upon him once more. No matter down what reeking gutters or up what transcendent steeples he forced his thoughts, still the blood thickened into that aching fibre and still his cheekes burned with that pounding heat.
"Down!" he panted. "Down, down, down."
He knew what was about. He knew full well how his balls were packed and straining with seed, how his tubes and coils forced and swelled with a preassure to unload. For a year at least he had experienced the soggy defeat of wanking to the knowledge that the dam had burst unbidden during the night. What his body did in his dreams he could not control or be blamed for, but he would not, could not allow his conscious self to fall victim to this vile poking, pressing ugliness.
Four by the stable clock, fooled into action by the summer light of dawn.
David stood. He shivered as the shameful head of the monster rubbed with frietive drag against his pyjamas, for a wincing second prising open the slit at its head as it stabbed blindly at the fabric before finding the freedom of the flap and quivering upwards with a stupid prong of victory.
"Stop it, stop it!" David breathed. "Oh, please... please..."
But nothing would stop it; not cold water, not prayer, not threats, not promises.
David stood by the bed and cluthced the beast in fury, choking it.
"You... will... behave...!" he snarled, shaking it back and forth in anger.
The bastard thing. It won. Great ropes of semen flew from its tip and dropped to the carpet with a flat triumphant patter.
David threw himself on to his bed, sore savage and despairing. He sobbed into the pillow and swore that this thing must never happen again.
(pg 195)
When he was ready and knew they were as one, he pushed two fingers into the jar and gathered up a thick lump of Vaseline. With his other hand he brushed Lilac's tail to one side. Obediently she gave a twitch and the tail hung hight above, leaving him free to work with both hands. Bellow the dock and anus the outer lips were easy to find and within them he could feel the clitoral hood and below in the soft tissue of the inner labia. Delicately pushing with his finger he found what he thought must be the urethra and gently he traced his finger down to the easy tender squah below. As if to confirm his discovery, Lilac blew gently from her nose and stamped a foot.
David worked the bolus of jelly into the vaginal opening, finding that his fingers slipped easily in and out. What Vaseline was left over he used to anoint himself, although he was already supplying himself with his own thin stream of juice.
The cock went in with splendid ease, its straight slicked hardness pulled further through by a quick spasm from Lilac. The wall closed all around to suck him deeper in and David gasped with the blinding joy of what he felt. A hand either side of the root of her tail, he experimented tentatively by pulling himself marginally back and pushing himself marginally forward. The sensation blinded his head with stars. A milimetre this way, a milimetre that, hooves thundered in his brain and the hot crystals in his stomach were smashed into billions of burning grains. The absolute rightness and holiness and perfection and beauty of life charged through him. In this position he could stay for ever, he and the whole kingdom of life - animal, plant or human, locked in a whirlwind of love. The other time it had all been too quick for him to feel this ecstasy: that had been with a woman and there had been tension and the need to talk in words.
'You are whole, Lilac.' his voice inside him called to her. 'With this gift of pure spirit I pronounce you whole and healed.'
The lights in his head spilled and toppled and spun in desperate agony as he pushed and pushed unable to believe the unsurpassable depth and intensity of the tumult of pleasure that was overhelming him, and then there flashed one great sheet of light in his head and he felt the surge of his spirit course and course and course and course and course as though it would never stop.
As he finished, forcing the last drop, the Vaseline jar tumbled to the ground with a clatter and Lilac whinnied in alarm, pulling in her great ring of muscle with a bruising clench.
David winced but stayed calm, knowing that Lilac would subside too if he was still. The tension in her flanks eased away and she relaxed the muscle, letting David pull out.
(pg 256)
'I know lots of nasties wouldn't think being pissed on in New York or rimmed behind a bush on Hampstead Heath is decent, but you and I know, Daisy, what decent means.' (mother Oliver's musings)