Chapter Four; Yogurt with fruitsyrup
The door siwshed open with a huff and before them they found a deep red fleshy mass covered in orafices upon orafices.
"Behold, the Holeulon!" Said Devon.
Beth looked at Rick questioningly. Rick shrugged in return. Surely a couple of the many holes hid sexojects for Beth's pleasure.
"Choose your opening, but choose carefully." Damon said menacingly and laughed.
Berth's look to Rick turnip into a glare.
"So, like, do you have to pull the dick out of there or – or whatever type dealio this this thing has up in there." Rick asked Damon.
"It is a flseshy hole creature. All of them smooth and muscular, though some of them might have teeth or acids at the far end. That's the thrill!" Damon explained.
"Yeah, ok, kind of getting a boner." Rick said.
"Oy!" Beth bellowed upset.
"But we're not here for me – this is for Beth." He continued.
"So, go on then, whip it out and take your pick!" Damon encouraged her. "And don't worry, any damage taken can easily be repaired, you're in space after all!"
"Yeah, I can turn in my stamp cared for 33% off on reconstructive surgery. Though I'm saving up for an espresso machine..." Rick noted. "Of course that is neither here nor there when this entire creature has apparently no use for a woman."
Damon the giant penis tilted itself to the side in bewilderment; "Woman?"
"Yes, that's right, I'm his dauughter. A woman!" Beth screamed at Damon.
"I do not fallow." Said Damon.
"She lacks a *burtp* penis , dude." Rick said.
"I have boobs even." Beth noted ashse grabbed them and squished them.
"So no penis but more chestmeat?" Damon wanted to get it clearly.
"YES."
"You can put that in one of the hoes too." Damon figured.
"I"m not putting my tit in a flesh hole!" Beth became quite irate.
"Actually, that's – he's finally said something sort of reasonable, Beth." Rick thought.
"I'm a helper!" Damon noted.
Beth ignored the alien's fraudulent claim and stated; "I need something – anything! Anything stirring up my vagina with force and vigour."
"Oh. Oooooooh." Damon said, "Why didn't you say so sooner!?"
Then the green phallus slithered over to Rick, turned to him and used his ear to cup Rick's ear before attempting to wshiper, "So, I take it she wants a spoon?" He wanted to be sure, "And is a vagina like one of those cups of yogurt with fruitsyrup or something? You think she'd share one with me? I could really go for some yogurt, you know."
As Rick listened his eyes went wide. What a hopeless phallus. Only more drink could help Rick's poor brain now if he were to educate Damon. He chucked his flask down his throat and sallowed hard.
"N-no, man, a vagina is like – look, the penis go*burp*es there." But before Damon could get any ideas of yogurt covered dicks, Rick continued, "It's a woman's body part for sex."
"Ok, that kind of makes sense." Damon said, though clearly somewhat disappointed, "So it's like a mouth?"
"Not really – it haps lips – but, that really isn't the important part. Babys come out of there, alright."
"So a mouthcloaca?"
"Sure, Damon. A cloaca." Rick decided with a sigh. He'd take another drink but figuratively couldn't.
"Cool, cool. Lots of people come here to have stuff put up their egghole." " Damon finally turned back to Beth and smiled a toothy grin, "Wéve got just the thing." He announced, "Follow me, please."
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Meanwhile...
"What are you reading, Summer. W-w-why aren't you working on the door!?" Morty asked mortified.
"Did you know that thing lodged in your leg is a 'love dart'?" Summer asked.
"The door, Summer! Don't sit there r-r-r-reading aliensexwikiphilia. Get us out of here!"
"The love dart improves the amount of eggs the sluguloid's partner lays due to a variety of hormones that are in it." She read out loud while ignoring Morty's pleas. "This is interesting, and who knows, maybe there's something useful on here."
"I'd be more comfortable learing in the hallway." Morty said as he tried crawling away from the tirelessly approaching sluguloid. However the dart in his leg diabled his legs and made crawling very cumbersome.
"I've told you, the door terminal says; 'portal prohibited while porking in progress'. There is no override." Summer reminded her brother. "How many eggs do you thing these creatures can lay?"
Morty sobbed uncontrolably.
"That's right. A lot." She said with glee.
"Please ujsut h-h-hjelp me." Morty pleaded.
"I am." Said Summer, "Mostly, sortof." She showed off a thumbnail, no doubt to confey a message stupidly, but Morty was too far way to be able to make sense of it, or even close to the right state of mind to be interested.
"The ghing is g-getting – he's r-really close now." Morty announced. "He'll eat me summer."
"Oooh, good call, I wonder what they eat!" Sumer said and began browsing for information.
"Please don't eat people. P-please don't eat people. Please don't eat p-p-people." Morty seemed to chant softly as he clawed through the grimy dirt that covered the room's floor.
It took Summer a while to comprehend the basics, but eventually she said; "They eat the vomit poop of these giant floaty zeppelin creatures from their home world."
"Ok, that's not people." Morty knew and sighed of relief.
"But lacking that, they'll eat anything." Summer continued. "And a full gorwn sluguloid needs eats about 80 pounds per day."
"H-he's hungry isn't he? Tell me he's not hungry. Tell him I'm n-nothing like zeppelin poop!"
"Calm down!" She said, "She doesn't want to eat you. It's calle da love dart for a reason, dingus."
"I don't understand. The dart was for laying eggs."
"They're hermaphrodites, they shoot each other. In this case she is just telling you you're her mate, I think."
"I'm not her friend, Summer!"
Summer sighed.
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Many rooms over...
"This had better be good. I can't take another disappointment like last time." Beth said grumpily as Damon the giant penis punched in the access code to a chamber.
"I'm telling you, that's not usually the response we see from the tentacle monster."
"You promised me it'd rip off my clothes and greedily use all possible ways my body could provide to squeeze its hot, sticky goo out of its numberless cosks to eventually leave me covered, inflated and stretched."
"That's the gist of it, though, honestly my descrpition was more livid, in depth and generally amorous." Damon felt.
"Don't remind me." Beth growled, the stupidly erotic description had not just drenched her panties, but so much of her juices had flown down her supple thighs that she now had puddles in her shoes. She could still feel her feminine insides burning – yearning for a churning.
"The crature has a biological need to fuck. That's th eonly way it can release the goop that is actually toxic to the creature. It can only poop through orgasms... And we'd denied release for a week already. But considering it's reaction to the both of you that tentacle monsters are actually allergic to humans."
"The Japs – Japanese can't get t-them all right." Rick said with a shrug and a burp.
"Just make sure this isn't another clit tease." Beth muttered.
"Well, these fellows are a little different," Damon admitted, "But known to be very satisfactory."
Before them was a room filled with rather large insects. The room itself was decorated with numerous alien trinkets. Some perhaps toys, others furniture and perhaps even tools. The insect-like creatures themselves were colorful and winged. Perhaps much like bees, if bees could grow the size of a golden retriever. They chirped a weird little noise at each other as their heads with large eyes turned to their visitors.
Damone waved an ear at them, "Heya." He said.
"Do they understand us?" Beth wondered.
"Not exactly. They don't talk or really understand peech, but are clever enough to understand some general forms of communications."
"So these – they're like insect-dolphins, or or something." Rick figured.
"Oh, you know about those horney water fuckers, huh?" Damon was surprised, "They're popular with our aquatic clientelle, and also very clever, yes."
"Intelligence is a turn on." Beth noted.
Rick quired a brow. However did Jerry get into her pants, he wondered.
As they conversed some of the beelians had started to approach, cautiously walking over or gently buzzing towards them, while many others of the two dozen in the room preferred to just observe.
"So what do they do?" Beth wanted to know. "They don't exactly spout xexappeal to me."
"For carapaced creatures they're known to have a delicate touch. Not soft and warm, but their hard and rigid features can still do quite a number on you. They also produce a nectar that aphrodicilizes strongly. But most of all the stinger you see on their lower body can also extend and morph into a large, hard tube for the transferrance of eggs."
"Ah, come on, man, Damnon." Rick complained, "That won't – Beth needs a little more than that. Dicks, dude!"
"Hmmm..." Beth thought for a moment, "Now, now, dad. I'm not convinced yet, but maybe this can be salvaged."
"What do you need?" Damon asked.
"Tell me..." She began, "What size are these eggs?" She asked.
"Ugh." Rick complained, but his daughter was using her hands to indicate the size of a pea and awaited Damon's response.
"Oh, no, no, no." He said, "Bigger."
Beth's hands indicated teh size of a ping-pong ball.
"Bigger."
Beth looked at him, to make sure he was serious. But as far as a large green penisman can be serious, Damon appeared to be. So her hands formed the shape of a chicken egg.
"Still bigger."
Beth bit her lip, what size of aggs could these insects possibly lay. But at this rate the idea of having these insects insert their stinger annex ovipositor into her quivering innards was becoming an ever more enticing prospect. She decided to indicate the size of a tennisball and bit just a little harder into her soft pillowy lower lip.
Damon pondered for a moment and said, "About that size for the smaller specimens. A bit larger probably for some of the older ones.
"Hhhaa." Beth moaned sofftly. That'd probably be the extent of what she could handle. Perhaps a little too much even, but she felt the need to find out for certain. "How do we go about this?" She wanted to know.
Rick threw his hands up into the air, but didn't say anything and just decided to sigh and a very loud burp.
"Step forward." Suggested Damon.
And step forward Beth did. Now she was in the middle of a half circle of half a dozen beelians.
"Don't worry, these critters love to please. You're in control." He told Beth.
Beth took a deep breath and tried to relax her muscles some, though the aliens surrounding her and the unknown excitement ahead kept her a little tense nonetheless. She shivered in anticipation.
"Remmeber, they're clever so they'll follow your lead. They've done this many times before, they'll more than likely perfectly follow your cues." Damon continued. "I suggest you strip."
Beth nodded in response to the suggestiong, though her hands rested on her stomach for a few moments longer before they finally and slowly traveled up her blouse. Her breathing grew shallower and quicker as she brought herself to unbottoning her shirt in close proximity to a couple of these creatures that were staring at her and awaited patiently.
They did not move as button after button loosened and the fabric fell ever further to the side of her rhythimcally rolling bossom. Though the act did appear to attract the attention of those creatures that remained in the back and ever more facetted eyes were now fixed on her. With the last button undone she pondered. Would any of them approach and fondle her chest. Would they they sic their stickly mandibles for nibbles on her nipples?
"Go on." Damon encouraged her as he noticed her lenghty pause.
He was right. She hadn't even really removed a single article of clothing yet, the beelians didn't yet know what was expected. She slowly drew the fabric of her blouse past her left shoulder and slowly retracted her arm. The light breeze in the room tickled her now exposed side and she shivered lightly, though this did not deter her for even e moment from doing the same with her right shoulder. Now her soft silken blouse hung loosely on the tips of her fingers. She played with the fabric for a moment while deciding what to do next. She playfully flicked the blouse up into the air and sent it fluttering towards the creature that had dared to venture closest.
The gathered creatures looked at the garment and motionlessly observed as it fell on top of th ehead of one of them. The giant bee was surpsied and quickly hopped into th eair and flew back a bit. The blouse easily slipped off its crapaced head and fell in a heap on the ground. Beth tittered at the reaction, playhing with them was fun. The beelian inspected the blouse that had covered its head and several other creatures came in from the back of the room to also take a closer look. They had been fairly silent since Beth had stepped forward but now there was a back and forth of clicking and grating sounds. Two of the closest creatures decided to come even closer, cautiously and ever staring – wondering what the woman mignt do next.
Beth looked at the closest ones and smiled warmly at them. Perhaps they wanted a closer look at some of her clothing too? She decided it was time to take her heels off and as previously did so slowly. She bent over while bringing up her leg and aptly freed her apatizing feet free. Once she had both shoos in hand she bent over once more and streched out in order to put the pair of them in front of the closest inquisitor. It reacted slowly and shyly, but once it saw its chance it moved in and grabbed them before flying off into a corner with its prize. That wasn't exactly what Beth wanted or expected, but she wasn't going to let it slow her down any.
Next up was her skirt. She loosened it and now that it was not so tightly wrapped around her hips she wriggled her bottom and pulled on the fabric softly to slowly but surely have the skirt slip off her curvy hips. Once her full rear pillows were revealed the garment came off easily and Beth gently stepped out of it. She twirled with it a little and then threw it at a close by critter. It knew what to expect at this point and deftly fluttered up and backwards to dodge the skirt, but landed on top of it the second it hit the ground. It inspected it for a moment with its large eyes scanning it closely, but an article of clothing would not do for this intrepid insect inspector. He decided to close in further, leaving the skirt behind for others less bold.
Beth could now, if she pseased, outstretch her hand and touch the creature. She motioned her hand towards it for a moment, but she stopped herself half way. And then very slowly and carefully with a single finger outstretched went slowly for the top of its head. The creature leaned in and then she was in contact with the creature's smooth carapace. She ran her finger across it some; it was smooth but with nlittle nuanced dimples and features. She ran her finger towards one of its antennas and carefully ran her finger up it. It wiggled lightly as she touched it, but the crature allowed her trouch.
This satisfied Beth's curiosity for the moment. She should probably finish undressing, though she hesitated and swalloed hard before finally committing. Her hands reached for the clasp that kept her brassier tightly wrapped around her bouncy bust. But once it loosened she felt a tingling ass he exposed her mammaries for the viewing pleasure of the large insects before her. They stared as they had done before and she stared back for a moment. It felt like a larger move than the creatures gave her credit for, but she supposed mammalian secondary sexual charactaristics didn't exactly get a rise out of them. She was rather proud of her sizable assets and a little dissappointed, but she supposed it was just their loss, then. Her tits were tops, baby! She smiled as she thought this to herself, damned be the lukewarm reception.
All the while her tittystrangler had been grabbed by the mandibles of the closest bee and passed along towards the back. The creatures were indeed starting to anticipate her needs and taking care of her clothing for her. She was a little occupied and only really noticed once her bra was already far out of reach. Not that it bothered her at this point, in fact she was excited at the prospect of becoming entirely naked before this alien crowd. She had to calm herself or she risked ripping her own panties off and brazenly reveal her keel with zeal! So she took care to take it slow and savor the moment as her beyond soaked undies rolled off her buttox and left her labia bare. Her goopy juices, which had once again started flooding from her naughty cavity, had turned thick and sticky, stretching with the removal of her panties until finally breaking and dripping from slightly gaping lips.
With her panties slowly coming down her legs the closest beelian once again took action and came in to help Beth drag her final piece of lingerie off her legs, but Beth gently clapsed its head and held it still. She pulled it upward lightly and moaned softly; "Perhaps you should aim a little higher..."