I’d been stuck on Stigel 9 for over half a year on my own. My former outpost partner had been mostly eaten by some kind of ravenous carnivore that Space Command had informed us didn’t inhabit that planet. I played the recording of his last, frantic cries for help when I got lonely. Since then, I’d pretty well barricaded myself inside the station to stay alive and serial-masturbated to stay sane.
When I received word that a male replacement was due to arrive within the month, I was more than a little pleased. Whoever this poor schlub was, he was going to get the lay of his life (with many more to quickly follow). Oh, I know we ladies are supposed to be somewhat picky about whom we invite into our beds but you try dating your own fingers for six straight months and see how choosey you are! I like a good wank as much as the next gal but sometimes you just need a big ugly cock begging to toss its junk into your custard hole. Anyway, that was the approximate headspace I was in as the arrival day neared.
By the time the transport capsule was lining up for its final approach, my twat was dripping like a rain forest. Come to mama, you big strong handsome spaceman you! Just imagine my disappointment when the station hatch popped open and out stepped a Biragon. Now, I’ve got nothing against the Biragon, they’re a fine species…in their own differently beautiful way. Their main problem was they weren’t anatomically human enough to help me out with my problem. The male is over 7 feet tall and a bit lizard faced, but that would not have deterred me in my current condition.
The main obstacle between myself and rampant alien coitus was his crazy fucking penis. The female Biragon is a lot larger than the big male reptile I had before me (think black widow spiders) and their reproductive organs are deep inside them. Thus, the Biragon doowanger is thin and about three and a half feet long with a small bulb on the end that slithers around like a snake. It’s the only way a male can put a splash on her stash if you get my drift. Weird and creepy shit, indeed.
“What is wrong?” Cell asked, obviously noticing the abject disappointment flooding my face.