Eaten Right By A Sabertooth Cat At The Premiere Of The Bizarre And Frightening Film Adaption Of Sabertooth Cats The Musical - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

as topical writer it can be difficult road for chuck to trot because it can be difficult to put so much time and effort into piece of art that will then pass by. CURRENT EVENT TINGLERS all have this way where you think ‘whoa that was a good story about something in the dang news this week but will i understand it in a week?’ and this is battle old chuck would like to talk about for a moment.

first things first bud, HISTORY does not exist in a dang vacuum full of dust and coins and old dried up spaghetti, it is connected to all things through timeline threads we cannot see but are always there just vibrating away. (this is a little theory CHUCK came up with name of string theory just a thought). anyway point is what has happened as a current event in the past is still relevant trot to the future, as we can see that way these things connect and relate them to our own lives. as a bud who travels timelines i always see how these patterns repeat in a very special rhythm and you can use this rhythm to SEE WHATS COMING NEXT. if you understand a PAST current event tingle, you can understand a FUTURE CURRENT EVENT tingle. in this way, as i create these stories i am thinking about what is happen in the moment but i am also thinking about THEME that will carry over into other future trots, the way this rhythm vibrates through time.

BUT NEXT POINT is that even though this is fun to do as artist and can be a great way of proving love through what you make: you dont HAVE to make everything timeless.

old timers like to say this a lot sayin ‘do not reference pop culture do not reference the now because it will TRAP YOUR ART at a certain point in this timeline’ and that is all well and good in some ways but also as man name of chuck i reject notion that is is BAD to pin your art to a moment.

MOMENTS ARE IMPORTANT. MOMENTS ARE VALID. POINTS IN TIME ARE VALID.

sometimes we want things to be timeless, but other times we want a piece of art to be the most honest and real version of our feelings AT THAT TIME theres nothing wrong with that.

today story name of EATEN RIGHT BY A SABERTOOTH CAT AT THE PREMIERE OF THE BIZARRE AND FRIGHTENING FILM ADAPTION OF SABERTOOTH CATS THE MUSICAL is out on audiobook and it has me thinking on this way because while book came out week of this even, audiobook is a lot later. DOES THIS ART STILL WORK?

i say yes because 1) we can see the rhythms and 2) it is OKAY to capture a moment.

for patreon buds i have uploaded this way as a classic tingler revisited, please enjoy and thank you for proving love

Alison is a huge fan of the classic Broadway musical, Sabertooth Cats. When she gets a chance to work at the red carpet premiere and write a review of the film, she jumps at the chance, and after making a deep connection with one of the film’s sabertooth cat stars, the night couldn’t get any better.

Soon enough, Alison and her beautiful prehistoric lover are locked in a wild lesbian encounter. It’s a perfect moment, but the fact this particular film is using special technology to project itself into multiple timelines of reality at once causes an air of anxiety to hang over the proceedings.

Will the premiere go off without a hitch? Or will Sabertooth Cats be projected straight into The Void, returning to this layer of reality with a slew of unintended consequences?

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on sabertooth cat action and prehistoric lesbian love.

(Originally released Dec 27th, 2019)

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EATEN RIGHT BY A SABERTOOTH CAT AT THE PREMIERE OF THE BIZARRE AND FRIGHTENING FILM ADAPTION OF SABERTOOTH CATS THE MUSICAL

By Chuck Tingle

I’m a theater nerd, and I have been all my life. When I was younger, I dreamed of acting on the most prestigious stages on the planet with my name in lights, and for a little while I did a pretty good job of breaking into the world of theater.

In my college years I dove into my training head first, and managed to get cast in a few big shows. Unfortunately, this is where I also discovered my downfall.

Sure, I could pull the emotion out of almost any scene, tugging diligently on the heartstrings of anyone who watched me. I could bring tears to the eyes of even the most stone-faced crowds.

There’s one thing I couldn’t do, though: sing.

There are plenty of theater experiences that don’t require singing, but these days the biggest stages are where musicals reign supreme. I realized then and there that my acting dreams would never fully be realized, but if I humbled myself and worked very hard I could still find a way to somehow be involved.

At that point, I started to focus entirely on my writing.

At first I wanted to create these musical stories myself, but eventually I fell into the field of journalism. I became a reviewer, not of theater, but of film.

I’ll admit, it’s not exactly that place I thought I’d end up, but I still love what I do. Film critics are pretty hard to come by these days, the job growing more and more scarce with every print publication that shutters its doors. I’m fortunate and thankful of the position I’ve found myself in.

In the back of my mind, I still have a deep yearning to be around the theater, to exist in that world as much as I possibly can. This is why I literally jump of out my chair with excitement when I see the internal memo before me.

“Oh my god,” I blurt, nearly knocking over my desk as I erupt to my feet.

My office is off to the side of the main work area in our building, yet my vocal eruption was enough to draw the attention of several other journalists.

“Everything okay over there?” one of my coworkers calls out.

“Yep!” is all that I can manage to reply as I swiftly turn and make my way across the room, headed directly to my boss’s office.

I knock twice on his door, intending to wait outside until he invites me in but finding myself simply too overwhelmed with excitement.

I push through and greet him excitedly. “Ken, we need to talk.”

“You don’t knock anymore, Alison?” my boss questions from behind his desk, clearly not impressed.

I realize suddenly that I need to be on my best behavior if I’m gonna get what I want, and barging in here like this has definitely kicked things off on the wrong foot. I try my best to calm down, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly.

“I’m sorry about that,” I finally offer. “I got a little excited.”

“I can see that,” Ken replies, leaning back in his chair and eyeing me curiously. “What’s up?”

“Did you see that we’ve been invited to the premiere of Sabertooth Cats?” I question.

“Sabertooth what?” my boss replies.

“Sabertooth Cats,” I repeat. “It’s a movie based on the Broadway musical.”

Ken suddenly grimaces as though remembering something with a particularly bad taste. “Oh yeah,” he finally offers. “I remember now.”

“Why wasn’t I assigned to go to the premiere?” I question. “I’m arts and entertainment. This is arts and entertainment!”

“The Stars War premiere is the same night,” Ken replies. “You’re or top reviewer. Alison. That’s where you need to be.”
 I just stare at my boss blankly, not exactly sure what kind of approach I should take and then finally going for a straightforward attempt. “Can I please switch?” I finally ask. “Get one of the others to do Stars War.”
 “But you’re our best reviewer,” Ken repeats, a little more confused now. Suddenly, a strange look makes its way across his face, one resembling genuine alarm and concern. “Wait. You want to see Sabertooth Cats?”

“It was my favorite musical growing up,” I explain. “Lady Bootfuzzle, Mr. Moosemember, One-Eyed Pippen, Bustopher Jones! They’re all there.”
 “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” my boss counters, shaking his head in disappointment. “Nobody wants to read about that, they want to read about Stars War.”
 “Someone else will do a great job covering Stars War,” I counter. “And I’ll do a great job covering Sabertooth Cats.”

Ken narrows his eyes, rolling over the options in his head. I can tell that his resolve is weakening, and he’s seconds away from granting me his blessing.

“Listen, if you’re thinking my skills as a writer would be more useful elsewhere, like the premiere of Stars War, then I get it,” I offer, “but Sabertooth Cats has a lot going for it. They’re implementing a special technology with the projectors. Apparently, they’ll be showing the film in multiple layers of reality at once. Several timelines will all be viewing Sabertooth Cats together! It’s never been done!”
 “Really?” my boss questions with genuine fascination.

“Really,” I confirm. “I know I’m on the entertainment beat, but the technologythey’re using could make this story really interesting.”

Finally, Ken relents, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands into the air in defeat. “Oh, what the hell,” he sighs. “You can take Sabertooth Cats, I’lll get one of the other reporters on Stars War.”

“Thank you!” I cry, erupting with excitement. “I won’t let you down.”
 “You better get going, though,” Ken continues. “The red carpet starts pretty soon.”

I begin to sway around the room, belting out my favorite musical number. “Horny cats! We’re just horny sabertooth cats!” I sing.

“Get out of here before I change my mind!” Ken yells, snapping me back to reality.

I head out of his office with a spring in my step. I’ve recaptured an emotion that I hadn’t felt for very a long time, the excitement and the spontaneity of a theater production coursing through my blood. Let’s just hope Sabertooth Cats The Film can live up to the Broadway musical.

I tell myself right then and there, no matter what my preconceived notions of this incredible show, I’m going to give an honest review. I’m gonna take this in as though it’s my very first time meeting Lady Bootfuzzle.

Pulling up to the premiere, I find myself having a hard time focusing on the task at hand. The second that I climb out of my car I’m assaulted by fantastical sights and sounds from every angle. There, towering before me, is a giant sabertooth cat that gazes down at the red carpet below. Spotlights are shooting off into the sky, waving from side to side as they crisscross in a graceful dance.

A crowd of fans has gathered nearby, screaming every time another one of their favorite actors or actresses emerges from their limo. They seem disappointed to see me, some unknown with a handheld recorder, but seconds later their mood is brightened as the actress Megan Montoose climbs out of her ride.

I have to admit, I’m a little star struck as well, taken in by her appearance up close. I’ve been to plenty of these premieres before, but this particular moment is something truly special.

One thing I can already say that I love about Sabertooth Cats, even before witnessing a second of the film, is their choice to cast real sabertooth cats as their actors. While there are plenty of prehistoric beasts roaming through Hollywood, most of them are covered in scales, not fur.

I have no doubt about the authenticity this is going to add to the performance.

I’m so lost in thought that, by the time Megan has stepped out in front of me I’m taken completely by surprise.

“Hey,” the beautiful sabertooth offers, smiling with those notorious teeth as she greets me.

“Oh, hi,” I blurt, suddenly remembering that I’m here to get a few interviews before heading into the theater. I’ve been completely thrown off by this picturesque creature’s ravishing good looks, and now I’m struggling to pull myself together before I seem like too much of a fool. Unfortunately, it’s probably already too late.

“You’re a reporter, right?” she questions, still smiling but now with a hint of mischief behind her eyes.

“Yeah, I am,” I blurt, holding out my handheld recorder and struggling to turn it on. “Thanks for stopping to talk to me.”

“No problem, you seemed like a good time,” the beautiful sabertooth cat replies.

It’s the moment I’ve managed to pull myself together and there Megan goes pulling me apart once again. She’s clearly trying to flirt with a comment like that, but does it mean anything more?

Of course not.

She’s a professional and she’s trying her best to promote the movie, nothing else. Still, I can’t help but wonder if there’s the slightest bit of truth behind her little comment.

“How many times did you see Sabertooth Cats as a play to prepare yourself for a role in the film version?” I finally blurt out, barely forming the question in time.

“Oh, five or six,” Megan replies. “It was really fun to see the differences between the stage production and the script we were working with. There’ve been a lot of actors in my role before, so that’s kind of freeing in a way. It lets you know that there’s room for interpretation because everyone handles it differently.”
 Her answer is great, and the second she finishes I can feel myself relax a bit. I’m getting some fantastic stuff here, and by the end of the night I’ll have plenty of quotes for my article.

Now is my time to focus, to make sure I do a good job before relaxing in front of that huge, luminescent screen.

“What can you tell me about this alternate timeline projection technology,” I question. “There’s been a lot of buzz around this movie, saying you’ll sell ten times the tickets because you can screen it in multiple timelines. Did that inform you as an actor?”

Megan shakes her head. “No, not really. It’s very exciting stuff, though. I can’t believe I’m going to be shown on multiple layers of reality at once. It’s wild to think about, but I also think only a movie as epic as Sabertooth Cats could pull this off.”

“Is it dangerous at all?” I continue. “I know that timeline travel isn’t exactly safe. There’s always the chance someone could end up in The Void.”

Megan’s expression falters a bit, but she pulls herself back together almost instantly.

“I don’t think so,” she replies. “Obviously, safety is our number one priority. I don’t think they’d make this movie if there was any chance it could open a portal to The Void.”
 I laugh. “Of course not.”

I can tell by Megan’s body language that she’s moving away now, pulling towards the next person in line. I give her a nod of understanding and the next thing I know the actress is swept onward as another performer emerges from their limo and causes the crowd to erupt in a fit of cheers.

The night soon becomes a blur as more and more actors make their way through the press junket as they take their stroll down the red carpet before me. It’s a truly amazing spectacle, and one that I’m thankful to be a part of.

Strangely, however, my mind remains drifting elsewhere. I can’t get the beautiful smile of Megan Montoose out of my head, the gorgeous prehistoric creature digging her claws into the depths of my mind and refusing to let go.

Of course, I’ll have to let go soon enough, as the movie is about to start and I’ll likely never see her again.

The evening passes by in a whirlwind, and before I know it the rep carpet is empty and the rest of the press is filtering into our theater, humming with excitement. I’m at the back of the line, taking my time and savoring every second of this wonderful night.

“Hey!” comes a familiar voice, suddenly catching my attention and pulling me away from the crowd.

I glance over to see Megan hiding around the corner, beckoning me towards her.

I stroll over. “Hi Megan!”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about earlier,” the sabertooth cat explains. “I didn’t mean to seem awkward, it’s just… your question about the multi-timeline projection took me off guard.”

“Oh my god,” I blurt. “No, no, no. I’m the one who should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“It’s a fair question, though,” Megan admits, then glances over both of her shoulders, lowering her voice a bit. “Can I tell you something off the record?”

“Sure,” I reply.

“I’m a little worried about it, too be honest,” the prehistoric actress confides in me. “There are infinite realities out there! I mean, I’m sure the nearby ones are pretty simple, but I could be performing for venomous squids, or sentient balls of energy! There’s probably some timeline where sabertooth cats went extinct!”

“It’s gonna be fine,” I assure her. “I’m guessing the timelines they’ll play this on are just like ours, with a few small differences you’d hardly even notice.”

“Like what?” Megan questions.

I think for a minute. “Well, there’s a timeline where this premiere happened yesterday, that one is probably very similar. There’s one where I took a red car tonight instead of a black one.”

“Is there one where I kissed you?” the beautiful sabertooth cat questions.

My heart skips a beat as she says this, but I don’t pull away from the flirtation. Instead, I hear her words and then push even deeper. This is my chance, and I’m not gonna screw it up.

“That doesn’t have to be another timeline,” I reply smoothly. “It could be this one.”

Suddenly, Megan and I are kissing passionately, moving back around the corner even farther as we make out with one another. The sabertooth cat begins to tear away my clothes as I explore her body, taking note of every elegant curve.

Suddenly, she stops. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Megan questions. “You’re going to miss the movie.”

From off in the auditorium I can her the first musical number echoing out, but it’s call is of no concern to me. Sure, I’m a huge fan of Sabertooth Cats The Musical, but right now the only sabertooth cat that matters is right in front of me. It might seem like some wild, spur-of-the-moment fling, but deep down in the depths of my soul I know that something much larger is happening here, a connection that cannot be denied.

“I don’t care,” I gush, passionately kissing her once again.

The next thing I know, all of my clothes have been stripped away, fully exposing me to the night air. It would be very easy for me to tense up at a moment like this, to worry about some security guard discovering us back here, but somehow I don’t. Megan makes me feel at ease in a way that can hardly be described, her presence wrapping me in a blanket of warmth and comfort. Right now, all I care about is giving her as much pleasure as I possibly can.

Slowly, I begin to drop down to my knees before the beautiful sabertooth cat. I gaze up at her longingly, then finally make my move as I dive into her wet, glistening pussy.

Megan lets out a startled gasp as I begin to lick her, lightly grazing her sensitive clit with the movements of my tongue. I start slowly at first and then gradually gain speed, taking my time with the prehistoric creature as I work her body. Eventually, the light movements of my tongue become a rapid tickle, moving back and forth across her in a rapid hum.

Above me, the sabertooth cat presses her back against the wall, allowing it to support her frame while she writhes in pleasure. She’s purring as I work, the sound growing louder and louder as she continues to give into the sensations that are building within. Megan reaches down and places her clawed hand against the back of my head, pushing me harder and harder against her pussy as I lap away with reckless abandon.

Finally, when I feel the moment is right, I slip two fingers inside of her, moving slowly at first and then pushing even deeper as the sabertooth cat spreads her legs a bit. I move these digits only slightly, simply allowing them to fill her up and add to the pleasure that was already blossoming within.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Megan starts to groan, her eyes shut tight as her tail begins to gracefully sway from side to side. She’s biting her lip with her long teeth, the pressure within her frame building to a powerful climax.

I keep doing exactly what I’ve been doing, not letting up for a second until, finally, Megan throws her head back and lets out a wild roar. She’s completely lost in the moment, not a care in the world about who might hear.

When the prehistoric sabertooth finally finishes she gazes down at me with a fire in her eyes. The orgasm hasn’t slowed her down for a second, simply caused the erotic fire that burns within to grow even more.

“Now it’s your turn,” Megan purrs, climbing down onto the ground with me and pushing me back.

The next thing I know, this beautiful sabertooth cat is on top of me, massaging my body with her large paws and taking her time to explore. She knows exactly what I want, but she’s teasing me on our journey.

Gradually, her claws drift lower and lower, hovering at my waist.

“Please,” I beg. “I need it so bad.”

Megan smiles. “Yeah?” she coos.

I nod. “Please,” I repeat, this time putting as much emotion into the single word that I can.

Finally, the sabertooth actress relents, dropping her hand lower and beginning to massage my pussy with a single pad of her fur-covered paw.

“Yes,” I moan, my body squirming as the sensations begin to flow through it.

Megan kisses me gently as she continues to rub my pussy, seductively dragging her long tusklike teeth across my skin as she moves. She clearly enjoys toying with me like this, taking her time before finally dropping down and lapping away at my clit.

Now Megan is eating me out enthusiastically, and nothing could’ve prepared me for just how good her technique is.

“Oh my fucking god, that feels so good,” I groan.

“Does it feel jellicle?” the sabertooth cat pulls away just long enough to question.

“What?” I stammer.

“Does it feel jellicle?” she repeats.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Megan grins mischievously. “I guess you’re about to find out.”

Megan dives back in, but this time she’s even more enthusiastic than before. The way she works me sends a deep pulse of sensation through my body, the feelings flooding across my frame like waves as they grow larger and larger. Soon enough, I can sense them coming in a potent rhythm, riding along the top of these swells as I tremble and quake.

A powerful orgasm is approaching, and it takes every ounce of discipline I can muster to not pull away. Sometimes the feeling can be too much, but I trust that Megan is taking me exactly where I need to be.

Larger and larger the waves of pleasure loom until finally, I just can’t take it anymore. The next thing I know I’m letting out a frantic shriek, completely lost in the moment as a powerful climax erupts within.

“That feels so fucking jellicle!” I scream, the strange new word somehow appearing within my throat. “Yes! Yes!”

I’m spasming hard now, my body not entirely sure what to do with all of this pleasure.

When I finally finish, I fall back onto the ground, perfectly satisfied.

“Did you like that?” the sabertooth cat questions, curling up next to me with her warm fur.

“I loved it,” I admit. “I just can’t believe we’re lucky enough to end up on this timeline together.”

“I can’t believe it either,” Megan offers, clearly on the same page.

We lay like this for a while, gazing up at the stars above until finally deciding to get dressed again. I pull on my clothes, just barely getting myself together before a blood-curdling scream fills the air.

I freeze, then glance over at Megan, not quite sure what to make of the sound. She’s just as confused as I am.

Seconds later, another terrified scream calls out through the night air, and then another and another. The sounds are slightly muffled, but after a few of them the sabertooth cat and I can trace their source back to the theater auditorium.

Megan and I creep over to the corner of the building and peer around it.

Moment’s later, a man in a suit (who looks like he could be one of the producers of the move) bursts through the theater doors and staggers out onto the red carpet. He appears pale and confused, glancing around frantically with bright red eyes. He’s clutching his stomach, and moments later Megan and I gasp as he vomits forth a cascade of black tar, the substance splattering across the brilliant red below him. The man staggers a bit more and then collapses to the ground.

“What the fuck,” is all that I can think to say, the words tumbling out of my mouth as I exchange glances with my sabertooth cat lover once again.

“Should we help him?” Megan question.

I look back over at the suited man’s body, the figure passed out on their stomach as a pool of jet-black ooze begins to slowly grow in size around their face.

“I don’t know,” I stutter. “I mean… yeah. Probably.”
 Megan and I begin to creep out slowly from our hiding spot, moving with extreme caution as we approach the man.

We don’t get very far, however. Suddenly, four giant crablike appendages erupt from the man’s back with a sickening pop. The man begins to scream, but the sound is not like that of a human at all. Instead, it transforms into some kind of horrific alien squeal, echoing out into the night as his body takes off scuttling in the opposite direction.

My sabertooth cat lover and I let out cries of shock, staggering back as we bear witness this bizarre event, but this is only the beginning.

Seconds later, we notice the screams from within the theater have returned, only this time there are much more of them. The sounds rise and fall in a strange cacophony, some of them calling out in agony while others appear to be tormented, yet musical, moans.

Not knowing what else to do, I follow my first instinct, approaching the door of the theater as surges of adrenaline course through my veins. I have no idea what’s going on in there, but I’m compelled to look. I need to see what’s so horrific, and yet so beautiful, about Sabertooth Cats The Musical.

I reach for the door handle when suddenly Megan calls out to stop me.

“Wait!” she cries.

I turn around to face her, still feeling a weird, cosmic pull from the theater behind me. I can sense the weight of some never-ending abyss as it opens its groaning maw, begging me to take that final step and accept it’s cold embrace.

“Don’t do it,” Megan begs. “You know what’s in there.”

“The Void,” I reply.

“Just… come with me. You don’t need to see,” she continues.

I shake my head. “Aren’t you curious?”

Megan hesitates. “Yes, but I don’t need to look. I like what I see right in front of me.”
 At first, I’m confused. Then realize the answer: me.

I take a deep breath and let it out, stepping away from the theater door. I walk towards my sabertooth cat lover and open my arms wide, taking her in for a warm, loving embrace. Tears are streaming down both of our faces.

We leave, and we don’t look back.