What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint Two)

Inspired by one of those crazy search terms…”alien rape, creature sucking tits”…thanks anonymous surfer! This ones for you.  Less Dragons than the first one! ~nilla~

:I have initiated third harvest sequence. Earth-femme is asleep as this side of the planet is now in dark mode. My arrival upon her makes her stir, as always, but she will settle in a moment.:

:YOU’D BEST NOT FUCK THIS UP- YOUR ASS IS ON THE LINE AFTER YOUR LAST SCREW UP:

:I did not intend to leave eggs behind. And that was eons ago. Earthlings have accepted Tentacles as part of their water world. No harm, no foul. Now let me do my fucking job! Get it? Fucking…job?:

:STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND GET ON WITH IT. WE NEED TO FINISH THIS–THE REST OF THE TEAM IS DONE AND WAITING ON YOU!:

:working, for Jupiter’s sake. It’s not like it just happens. I need to feel it:

:YOU’LL FEEL IT IF YOU SCREW THIS UP:

She woke in the night. Completely disoriented, she patted the nightstand for her phone.

2:13

Why the fuck was she awake at two-fucking-thirteen in the a. fucking m. anyway? She felt something under the blanket.

: Come, Female–I’m gonna make you feel good. don’t fight it, just lay there will you? Just a minute more and you’ll be all nice and juicy and ready for me:

:”GONNA”…”JUICY”..? WHERE HAVE YOUR LANGUAGE SKILLS GONE? FRANKLY, I’M APPALLED:

:speaking in the vernacular. She’s putting up a bit of a struggle tonight:

:OF COURSE SHE IS, LAST NIGHT OF THE HARVEST, OF COURSE. (huge sigh audible through space static) WHY THE FUCK CAN’T ANY OF THIS GO SMOOTHLY? I’M WARNING YOU, DON’T FUCK THIS UP! I’M NOT KIDDING, CARSON. GET WITH THE PROGRAM, FINISH YOUR WORK, AND GET YOUR FLOPPY CARCASS BACK UP HERE. PRONTO!:

A hard breath wheezed from her lips at a sudden, very distinct, sucking against her right tit.

What. The. Fuck.

She said it aloud, pressing down her body as she spoke. Her voice didn’t sound strong, but panicked. Her fingers touched a rubbery mass, and flicked away in fear.

Something was on her–AND IT WAS SUCKING HER TIT.  Her legs kicked, and she tried gingerly plucking at whatever the goop was. It didn’t move, but it did hold her fingers. Stuck, she wriggled harder, until she felt the ooze arrowing faster now, down her body.

A strange languor crept over her, coupled with an evergrowing urge for sex.

:That’s a good girl. Let me in, let me in…:

It oozed upward, sliding up over her mouth, blocking her whimpers, absorbing them.

:swallow…SWALLOW…there you go…now you’ll feel a bit –how should I say it? Horny? To use your earthling terminology…? Yes. I feel you opening to me, little flower…-:

:SERIOUSLY….COULD YOU JUST GET ON WITH IT? YOU’RE NOT COURTING THE BAG OF FLESH. YOU’RE HARVESTING HER EGGS. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO INJECT HER WITH YOUR PUKA PEARLS, SUCK IT UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE:

:I SERIOUSLY HOPE I HEAR YOU FUCKING SOON:

There was a hot wet trickle slicking down, her body swallowing without thought.

Heat bloomed and her nipples and clit swelled. The ooze backed from her mouth and nose; drawing a deep breath, she panted as her pussy swelled, then filled with the thick weight of the creature possessing her. It grew bigger, bigger. Tears gathered, falling in silent streams down the sides of her face as it stretched her cunt wider than she had ever felt. Her clit was swollen, feeling like it would burst with sex need.

It fucked her.

:am…(static)…engage(static)d…..very…ho.(static, static)..t   best…night…..ever….ohhhfuuuuukkkk..(not static).:

:WHY CAN’T I EVER GET TO DO THIS PART:

:SHUT UP, BOB. YOUR TURN WILL CUM…:

:HAHA. GEE THAT WAS A FUCKING RIOT:

:Can I get some fucking peace down here?  I’m trying to concentrate. I can HEAR you…and you know…i’m BUSY here. Working.   Am preparing..(static)…anal…(static) ohmyyymymmmyyyy…entry..(deep resounding sigh).:

:HE’S ENJOYING THIS. HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ENJOYING IT THAT MUCH. IT’S WORK, DAMMIT! BESIDES, IT’S MY TURN. IT SHOULD BE *MY* TURN:

:SHUT THE FUCK UP BOB! I’M TRYING TO GET THE READINGS HERE..FUCKING STATIC. THIS TOTALLY SUCKS:

She didn’t think she could take any more, but the growing, oozing creature continued to explore her body, finding the tight pucker of her anus and thinning itself, arrowed right into it. Once inside, it too grew, stretching the clenched muscle, forcing it open. The goo expanded, filling her rectum, fucking fast and hard, just as the invader of her cunt was.

:breasts have swollen, nipples tender succulent hard—squeezing…..AH! milk extraction and absorption commencing. Female cunt is very juicy tonight. Some of my preparations from my prior two encounters may linger in her system…make a note…unghhh…aaahhh…of that….willl…ooohhhh…you?:

Her tits were milked. She felt them swelling, her nipples aching with an unfamiliar feeling. She felt full, like her entire body would burst, despite the near constant squirting of her pussy juice. Back arching, she felt light, a tight-strung bow with an arrow set to fly. Her invader squeezed her tits hard, the sucking wild and intense, until it felt her nipples would rip from her body. Instead, jets of hot fluid gushed from them. Her moan was a steady sound as the creature sucked her dry.

She screamed, a shocked cry of pain, quickly silenced by the ooze slipping up over her mouth. She tasted blood, that quic:k stab of copper as her lip split.

:accidentally wounded oral liner when silencing female. Permission to inject healant requested:

:AURAL? HOW DID YOU- :

:No! Or(static)

:WHAT?:

:what?:

(static)

:Oral! Not (static)! Just (static)! Bleeping (static) ORAL!:

:HE SAID AURAL, BOB, RIGHT?:

:CLUMSY:

:What? Could you just give me FU(static)NG permission?!?:

:SHUT UP BOB. FINE. PERMISSION GRANTED. BE MORE CAREFUL WITH THE MOTHER, WILL YOU? (static) HOW DO YOU WOUND AN AURAL LINER ANYWAY? (static) WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE? AND WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FUCKING STATIC? HOW CAN THEY EXPECT US TO HARVEST FEMALES WITH THIS SHITTY EQUIPMENT? ARE YOU ALMOST DONE DOWN THERE? (static)  THIS IS DEPLORABLE. WE REALLY NEED AN UPGRADE. SOONER RATHER THAN LATER, IF THEY EXPECT US TO CONTINUE MEETING QUOTA. (static) OUR ESCAPE WINDOW IS CLOSING QUICKLY–WE NEED TO MAINTAIN EARTHSHADOW TO KEEP THE FRIGGING ISS FROM SEEING US…DEPLORABLE. THIS CONN SUCKS. BOB! FOR JUPITER’S SAKE! STOP OOZING ON THE EQUIPMENT. JUST. STOP. (intense static burst):

Her tummy grew bigger, filled with the beast’s thick fluid. Her womb ached with it, her clit screamed at the increased stimulation of her body.

:Filling and harvesting commencing….:

:ABOUT FUCKING TIME:

:BOB! SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU! GET OFF THE BRIDGE. FUCKING PLUTO, THERE’S OOZE-CRUD EVERYFUCKINGWHERE. CLEAN THIS UP. SERIOUSLY BOB, SHOW A LITTLE DIGNITY MAN. GET OFF MY FUCKING BRIDGE!:

:GRUMBLE. (SOUNDS OF SCUFFLING, LAUGHTER, A SHARP CRACKLE FOLLOWED BY A YELP, THEN A THUD):

:POUR HIM BACK INTO HIS BERTH WILL YOU? FUCKING KIDS. THEY DON’T TEACH THEM ANYTHING USEFUL AT THE ACADEMY THESE DAYS. ALL ABOUT THE HARVEST. FORGET ABOUT PROTOCOLS, DRIVE STANDARDS–:

:Can I get some (STATIC)  fucking peace down here, please? (sounds of loud liquid slurping)ATTEMPTING TO (static) GET SOME WORK DONE HERE, YOU KNOW?:

For a moment, she was sure her body would really explode. The orgasm came with a rush of fluid, eagerly sucked up by the ooze. So intense, so painfully wicked, she fainted.

:Mission completed, harvest done. Ready to return to (STATIC) Mothership:

: (thinks quietly to self…farewell my lovely…truly you were a memorable fuck.) A single tendril of muck rises, strokes the sleeping face. It swells, then begins to coalesce into a single round sphere, shrinking tighter and tighter, until it glows and rises from the sleeping female figure. Bruises and marks healed at a touch, no memory remains of the encounter with the creature…or so it thinks.) :

The light flicks through the window glass as if it were water, then darts up and up, through the dark sky, to the ship waiting above.

The cop looks up from his cruiser, openmouthed. Third frigging shooting star he’d seen this week. Fucking A awesome. His kid will get a big kick out of that! What a lucky shit he was!

~fini~

About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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7 Responses to What. The. Fuck. (Viewpoint Two)

  1. ancilla ksst says:

    Shoot, I only got as far as the first sentence and I wanted to go play with myself! So wrong, so wonderfully wrong and hawt. LOL

  2. michelle says:

    Hahaha! Loved both parts, but this one especially.

  3. LadyP says:

    Hilarious!
    Loved it!
    LadyP

  4. Wordwytch says:

    LOL! This was a riot!

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