Toru and Radio Gaga

It was a late summer evening. The golden tones of a setting sun engulfed the vast ranks of trees that made up the orchard near the shore. Those hills, gently rippling as if an extension of the nearby sea, were the economic hub of the thriving town of Morioh, their succulent fruits exported all over Japan and beyond.
It wasn't a rare occurrence to spot men with dirty hands wondering those hills, especially now that strawberries were in season. However, that man looked unlike any other typical farm hand coming back home after a hard day of work. His dress, skin-tight and gaudy, was more akin to a Gucci model than a farmer, not that a model could wear it with more charisma the he could flaunt. His youthful but sharp features and the statuesque proportions of his physique bestowed upon him an aura that would have dropped any woman to her knees, yet he appeared friendly and easygoing, thanks to the afro that crowned his head.
He was walking along the hill, towards a road nearby, carrying a metal bucket and spade. All around was quiet, if not for the squeals of some seagulls and the monotone background set by the distant waves. For hours he stood hidden among the cherry trees, patiently waiting for the others to return back home to do who knows what, far away from him. Such secrecy was necessary for his goal: develop a drug so revolutionary, so powerful, that would subvert the established order. Cultivating the elusive Locacaca, an exotic fruit as extraordinary as it was rare, was the first important step to achieve the new world he so much dreamed of.
Arrived at the road, he could finally relax. That road painted a border, over which nobody would've been able to trace back his movements, and find the fruit he coveted so much. That road marked his safety zone. The man crouched down, letting the bucket and the spade fall on the tarmac, and began whispering, "Gaga...".
Seeing the scene, anyone would have thought they were witnessing the delirium of a madman. However, to that strange expression followed a reply, "Gaga".
"Did anyone came here while I was working?" asked the man, tracing the road with his eyes.
The guard rail skirting the road suddenly started to vibrate, "Ga ga... No, no one aside from the usual trucks...".
A small smile appeared on the man's face, and he lightly tapped the guard rail, making it quiver briefly, "Good job Gaga, see you tomorrow".
As he turned to pick up his things, something wet began touching his hand, making him freeze.
Turning back, he saw a human tongue wrapped around his fingers, licking them coyly.
"What are you doing?" asked the man with an inaudible note of uncertainty in his voice.
"Your hands are so dirty... let me clean them, Toru".
Toru remained there, bewildered, but he didn't reject what that strange creature was offering him.
When his hand was as clean as it would get, and drenched in saliva, Toru let go the guard rail.
"Wait! The other hand..." spoke Gaga, as if to beg him.
Toru sighed and extended the still dirty hand, "Make it quick...".
"Grab me...".
"Uh? What did you say?" asked the man, raising an eyebrow.
"Grab me" exclaimed the guard rail, almost shouting it when before it was barely a whisper.
Toru looked at Gaga with confusion, and Gaga looked back, opening up those that before looked like simple bolts holding its metal segments together. He could not fathom what Gaga was thinking while looking at its blue eyes.
Despite his perplexity, Toru decided to indulge that creature, grabbing one of its plates. For a moment he could swear he heard a moan coming from it. The tongue slid in between his fingers, this time enveloping them and dragging along with a certain vigor that was missing before. Toru ligtly gritted his teeth at the strange sensation, it was the first time his fingers were being licked, especially with such impetus.
Suddenly, he felt his middle finger being sucked and he let out a surprised shriek, "What the hell... Gaga!".
"Slurp! <3".
That was the sound he heard when the mouth that wrapped around his finger broke the suction, causing the blood inside to rush out of its tip.
Toru looked at his reddened finger with disgust, but also with some embarassment.
"There was some dirt trapped underneath your fingernail, I wanted to make sure to clean that too".
From the mouth, a second tongue appeared and joined the first in cleaning the man's hand.
"That's enough Gaga, my hands are clean now" Toru decreed, retreating his hand from Gaga.
As the man was about to turn and go away, the metal segments opened some more, and the remainder of the head to which the mouth was connected slithered out. A female voice reached his ears, "Toru...".
"What is it now?" he asked, now with some annoyance.
"I... I want to tell you something...".
Toru held back another sigh, "Gaga, what's going on with you? Are you hungry? Is that why you were licking me in that way?".
Toru has never seen Gaga behave like that. For him, Gaga was nothing more than a domesticated animal, a guard dog trained to kill whoever came close enough to discover even a single detail of his plans. He had to admit that Gaga was distinctly intelligent for an animal, its ability to communicate using the corpses of his victims was the proof of that. Yet, at the end of the day, Gaga was nothing but an animal. The thought of it having other needs beyond feeding and reproducing was inconceivable to Toru.
"Pet me... please".
Its puppy eyes and its timid voice floored Toru.
As if in a trance, the man squatted down again, and began petting the cold metal that was only a few centimeters from him. Gaga closed its eyes, and the guard rail began to tremble and shake, producing a sound akin to the purring of a cat... if that cat was made of steel.
Toru did not know why he was doing that, somehow that tone of voice and Gaga's demeanor managed to charm him.
"I love you Toru...".
His eyes widened, "W-what?" he stuttered.
Gaga looked at him shyly, "I love the way you touch me, I love feeling your hands graze my metal plates, I love when you grab me and hold me tightly to prop yourself up...".
Toru opened his mouth in disbelief, "W-what... What are you saying?".
"I can't hide my feelings for you anymore!" the guard rail shouted, "For three long months I endured the emotions boiling within! For three long months I dreamed about holding you close, feeling you in between my plates, hearing you whisper my name while I... Toru!".
In an instant, its segments opened wide, and the female body that Gaga was using to vocalize its feelings lunged at Toru, catching him into a warm, tight embrace.
Taken by surprise, the man stumbled back, falling down on the ground. An uncountable number of hands and tongues made their way over every inch of his body, tearing his clothes apart and reaching for every crevice and hole they could find.
Toru's scream was one of fear, but trailing off in one of pleasure.
"W-Wonder of U!!" Tooru shouted in a panick.
His stand materialized next to him.
"Oh... Fuck..." Wonder of U commented with the hoarse voice of an octogenarian, seeing his user getting violated in every way possible.
"Do something! I beg yo-mpfhmfhph!" shouted Toru before getting interrupted by three tongues converging into his mouth.
"Erm... I don't think I can do anything... Gaga hasn't even noticed me, the idea of chasing me didn't even cross its mind. And technically, Gaga isn't following you either, because it has already caught you!".
"SLURP! SLURP! <3<3<3".

That night, Gaga discovered that Rock Humans can turn into rock in many more ways than it could imagine.

THE END