Chapter 3

…"What happened?" he asked, in a rasping, post-sex voice. His purple-headed womb-broom had been drained of its essential man-juices, creating a thick, creamy love-yoghurt flood that had coated the lab. Allebasi reached for some tissues, but they had been swept away, bobbing in the tide: she plucked them out, and began to wipe the man-batter from her eyes and mouth.

"Well," she started, "that was fucking. It happens when there is a magnetic pull between two poles, and I wanted to ride yours."

Beneath the thick love-cum, his face was perplexed – yet, deep down, he remembered the throbbing, and the pull of his disco stick – its desire to be enveloped by something warm and soft. Like pie. Or…

He pointed to her crotch. "…What is that? It gave me great…pleasure."

"Vagina. But some call it the pussy."

"Puss-seeeeeeeeeeeee" he repeated, rolling the words around on his tongue, trying them out for the first time, tasting them, caressing each syllable. Feeling them vibrate and throb against his throat.

"Here, come closer. You can touch it if you want," she invited, her voice fat with greasy seduction. She sounded like McDonalds, and he was hungry for the grease.

He lunged for it, veins bulging as he delivered an overenthusiastic embrace.

"No!" she cried hysterically, though she could not hide the drippings seeping from her fur burger. "I want you to be gentle."

"How?"

"How does it make you feel?"

He licked his lips. "Hungry."

"Then come and taste it."

Without further dialogue, he yanked her onto his mouth. He probed her clit gently with his tongue as if he was searching for something. Searching for a way to bring her the same pleasure that she had brought him. He wanted to make her emit yoghurt too. Her hips bucked, and she pulled his head closer.

He could not breathe! Her opened his mouth for air, but all he could find was clunge! He began licking like it was his last minute on Earth, for that was how he felt! He was falling deep into her valley. Falling. Falling. Falling? Falling. Falling. Falling! Falling. Falling. falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. FAAAAAALLLLLLINGGGGGG. Falling into darkness. And also off the side of the table, into the stagnant lake of penis colada.

Allebasi was oblivious to this as she was lifted on golden wings, soaring towards a radiant sun of perfect joy. Soaring. Soaring! Soaring. soaring. Soaring? Soaring. Soaring. Soaring. SOARRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG.

But a searing pain removed her from her quest for ecstasy. She was thrust back to reality when he began to chew on her love muffin. With his teeth. Ouch!

Her eyes darkened with apocalyptic rage, and her mouth clenched into an unseemly grimace. Her teeth were bared, and her nostrils flared.

"Right. That's it!" she roared, like a sexual lion goddess. "I am going to have to teach you a thing or two…"