Prompt: Puckentine invasion of the vagina aliens
Sam thinks I'm weird. For making friends with my Vagalien.
She stands there shouting threats at her pussy and I'm the weird one.
Maybe we just got off on a better foot because I was one of the first, and originally thought he was a Pussy Troll.
You know how parents used to put a pussy troll in their daughter's blossom when she turned thirteen and it would bite off the dick of any boy she had sex with. And then she peed it out on her wedding day.
Well now that parents don't do that anymore I always wondered about where the poor pussy trolls lived.
So when I was twisted round shaving and a little blue guy with pointed ears pops out to say hello, you can see my surprise. And where I would get that assumption.
He's hairless and I always imagined pussy trolls having big bushy hair like a troll doll, but obviously that environment would not be kind to a bunch of bushy hair.
One good orgasm and he'd look like a booger man.
It was probably two days before I got mine when the very first one hit the news. In the President's vagina, of course we didn't know that we only knew about vagina aliens. Even the newspapers were running artist renderings that looked like enormous vaginas with metal shells that looked like half robot half hermitcrab.
It wasnt until about two weeks in when the media was finally completely honest about what we were dealing with. And by then two thirds of vagina carrying people had one. Even little kids. The idea was if she grew up with it, they'd be friends. There were already issues with soft hearted vagaliens giving kids the answers on a math test.
My stance was always there are thousands of independent organisms living in there with bacteria and natural microorganisms. Whats a two inch pussy troll make that much of a difference.
The plan was they would just live in there. Doing exactly what Pussy trolls did. Biting off any penis that came in there, and breaking any insemination apparatus. Humans would not be able to have children until their demands were met.
I'm not sure what their demands were. I didnt really pay much attention.
Tiggy, that was my vagalien's name, Tiggy. Well Tiggy had no problem with what Sam and I would get up too. Since there were no human babies.
And since they were actually made of a really tough biopolymer, he could melt down and go through my cervix to hang out in my womb as long as i gave him warning. So he didnt even interfere at all.
Sam wasnt on good terms really with hers, though. Which pretty much meant penetration games could only be one way.
But I could still kiss and lick her and do clitplay and surface stuff. And there was always buttplay. Plus, the fact I was more often on that side of the equation just naturally.