Warning: As the title suggests, this story includes scenes of an alien and naughty nature. If the thought of an aliens willy offends you, pop back tomorrow where the usual tales will resume! 🙂
“Hey there Spider,” said Reala.
“Howdy,” replied Spider. “Might I bother you for a glass of rum?”
“Sure. Hey, look pretty pleased with yourself this morning.”
“Oh I am,” replied Spider. “I had the best night!”
“Oh aye?” prompted Reala. “Come on, details!”
“Well,” started Spider, “my husband and I were wandering through a cornfield when a UFO appeared and hovered above us. A beam of light blinded us, and before we knew it, we were aboard their craft!”
“Good grief!” cried Reala.
“Oh it was OK, they were very friendly,” said Spider. “They had taken us on board because they were swingers you see, and they were looking for new species to swing with. Experimentation and all that.”
“Oh my,” gasped Reala. “Well, what did you do?”
“Well what do you think we did?” grinned Spider.
“You didn’t?” asked Reala.
“We did,” replied Spider. “And don’t look at me like that, you’d be curious too!”
“Well…” said Reala. “Then what?”
“My hubby went off with the alien girl while the alien fella led me to is boudoir,” sighed Spider. “Let me tell you Reala. It was fantastic! He had these suckers at the end of every finger, and the palms of his hands were furry. The sensations that man can cause…”
Reala poured herself a drink. “Go on!”
“Yes, well it was going well until he took his briefs off,” said Spider. “He had a willy, no word of a lie; it was less than one centimetre long.”
“Oh dear,” laughed Reala.
“Hey, it didn’t bother me too much. You see, then he did something most alien,” said Spider. Learning over the bar and adopting a conspiratorial tone of voice. “He started slapping his face. With every slap, his willy girth increased. Seeing my happy surprise, he then started tugging his ears. With every tug, it grew lengthways!”
“Now that’s a party trick,” chuckled Reala.
“Tell me about it!” said Spider. “Well a few more slaps and tugs, and honestly, it was huge! Biggest I’ve ever seen! Then the nookie began…”
Just then, Mr Spider walked into the bar.
“Hey there hun,” said Spider.
“Hullo,” replied Mr Spider. “Have fun with the alien fella last night?”
“Yeah,” grinned Spider. “I was just gossiping to Reala about it. How did your night go?”
“Enjoyable,” said Mr Spider, “but quite odd…”
“How so?” asked Spider.
“Darndest thing ya see,” said Mr Spider. “I can’t figure out why, but she spent most of the night tugging my ears and slapping my face…”
“I think you need a rum sir,” grinned Reala.
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Merry Christmas everyone! Hope Santa paws brings ya presents and not coal.
“Aint you just the cutest Fear,” said Lucy with a wink.
Red blushed. Always an impressive feat when your face is red. “Ooh, err, OK,” he stammered.
“Mmm, you’re sweet to look at,” grinned Lucy.
“Ahh err, thank you, your pretty yourself miss!” mumbled Red.
“You know, if you want to see more of me, for £20 I’ll show you every bit of my long luscious legs,” offered Lucy.
“Ooo… Yes please!” said Red, handing over a crisp £20 note.
“Mmm, thanks, darling,” winked Lucy as slowly slid her skirt up to a skull covered pair of stocking tops.
“Cooooooor!” gasped Red.
“You know if you want to see more, for £60 I’ll show you my lady lumps,” smiled Lucy.
“Oh yeah, That’s a bargain for them melons!” bobbled Red, handing over three more crisp £20 notes.
“Why thank ya,” said Lucy, before sliding her fingers under her shirt pushing it up her tummy, the fabric bunching under her fingers as it moves up her body before flicking her sweater up giving a quick flash of her twin assets.
“Coooooooor!” bounced Red.
“You know… For £200 I’ll show you where the babies are born,” smiled Lucy seductively.
“Oh yes! I’m so having some of that!” said Red, thumping his tail on the floor while handing over £200.
Lucy leaned in close, and in a far sexier voice than his narrator can manage, said: “thanks, darling, now for where babies are born.”
Red bounced from one foot to another as Lucy slid the £280 down her top. With a curtsey and a smile, she leaned into the ever more excited Red, pointed towards the window and said, “just over there, St James hospital maternity ward, Thanks for the money I’ll see ya around.”
Lucy then promptly exited the bar.
“Oh yeah,” said Red, “that’s where babies are born alright…”
A penny was heard dropping.
“Wait… OI!”
Originally written as a sketch for the old Tales of the Blue Moon. A Pre-Fears project. It was performed in Second Life to the soundtrack of Booker Ts Green Onions. I couldn’t think of a more apt scene for Red to encounter Lucy…
Little Fears 