“No way you just pulled your dick out,” she sings, preparing herself to be claimed. “I don’t know how you do things on Zandipor but where I’m from guys don’t just go whipping their dicks out and wave them around in girl’s faces.”
She is stunning. Her hair as dark as the night sky and her skin as soft as the clouds. Her body is hard with muscle and the beautiful sight of it makes Cookie Monster’s dick stronger than ever. It aches with the need to touch her. With the need to claim her.
The powerful Cookie Monster steps forward to complete the mating ritual and the pink Sandroka runs to the exit of the cave.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stay back.”
Where is my mate going? Surely she doesn’t want to mate in the middle of the forest. Does she?
“Fuck this shit.”
The powerful Cookie Monster stares in disbelief. She has gone. Does the pink Sandroka not want to mate? No. It must be something else.
Cookie Monster runs after her to find out what it is.
“Oh shit!” she sings in her melodious voice when she sees the virile Cookie Monster following her. She is running as fast as a poperwed. Why does she run?
“Youwert qaseder louinter oki beasde,” the swift Cookie Monster calls out. Are we mating somewhere else?
“I’m being chased by a blue alien with a thirteen inch dick!” she sings. The wondrous sound of her voice stirs Cookie Monster on. It makes his cock even harder.
She reaches her cave and dives to her hands and knees, crawling through the tiny entrance like a ganoush. Why does she go where Cookie Monster cannot follow?
He is too big and too mighty to travel through that small opening.
“Sereatree buyerin ter freanew por politure culip,” the powerful Cookie Monster calls out. Come and let your mate drink from your culip.
But she does not come out.
Cookie Monster is confused. He places his hard cock in the entrance to the cave. Maybe his mate will mate with him this way.
“Arrghh,” he screams as pain shoots through his mighty body. He pulls his cock out at once.
Why would his mate hit his towering cock with a rock? Is that the mating ritual in the glorious place where she is from?
“Stick your dick in here again and it’s mine. Got that? I’ll go all Lorena Bobbitt on your blue ass.”
Rolanda, the stunning pink Sandroka, teases her Cookie Monster with the gorgeous melody of her voice. Why does she not come out here and mate?
Cookie Monster waits and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Until the six moons are awake in the sky and the gorgeous snores of his mate echo in the cave. He walks back to his cave with blue balls.
Literally and figuratively.
five
The first thing I do when I wake up is look to the entrance of the cave for any blue cocks sticking in. All clear.
I thought I ran fast when I was being chased by the T-Rex but there’s nothing like being chased by a naked alien packing thirteen inches of blue heat. My leg injury vanished with the rush of adrenaline and it’s been fine ever since. A scary enough cock can have that effect on anyone.
His dick was long enough to enter the cave and hard enough to crack the rock that I hit it with. Being outside was a nice change but I think I’m going to stick to my cave for now. Maybe a few days. Probably a few decades.
At least until he leaves. I’ll take the velociraptor over this guy any day. At least the dinosaur is only trying to stab me with its teeth.
I take a deep breath as I crawl over to the tiny entrance of the cave and peek out. The sun is in the sky and the forest is more colorful than ever.
Should I run? Should I stay?
Run to where? That’s what I hate about this planet. I don’t have any idea if I have it good here or not. I have no point of reference. Would I be wishing that I never left my cave when I discover the horrors outside or is there a full city with restaurants and five-star hotels just over that hill? I have no idea.
But there is something out there that I need to find out. Avery is alive. Cookie Monster, or whatever the fuck his name is, knows where she is. I have to find her.
I can’t live the rest of my life eating bugs in this tiny cave. I have to find my friend.
“Alright, Rolanda,” I say, pumping myself up. “Let’s go.”
I look around for a rock or stick, basically anything that I can use as a weapon but there’s nothing.
“I don’t need a weapon,” I tell myself as I flex my arms and crunch my hands into fists. “I am a weapon.”
I lower down and scooch through the tunnel when a big blue face pops into my view, scaring me half to death.
“Oh God, not another one,” I say as I back up. It’s a different blue face. This one has a flat nose like those old boxers who have broken their noses over and over again and never bothered to get them fixed. His eyes are a darker shade of blue and his hair is cut short, like the style back home.
“What do you want?” I shout at him as I back up.
“Creepe wants to help you,” he says. In English.
I suck in a quick breath as my heart seems to freeze, then pound. He speaks English.
“Who is Creepe?” I ask, never taking my eyes off of his dark blue eyes.