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ATTACK OF THE SLUG-UGLY {Burnt Feathers} (ScFi, alien, nc, mc, oral, hair)
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Attack of the Slug-Ugly
by Burnt Feathers ©
Merrigale Manderfield walked out of her fiancee's party without a
backward glance.
George Amberfoyle had underestimated his fiancee's determination
to avoid his company, if only for an hour!
Merrigale had tried to make her grandmother see. For Merrigale,
marriage to her wealthy fiancee was ineffably worse than their
inevitable descent into poverty.
The Manderville family knew of Merrigale's antipathy, but her
grandmother was adamant. Merrigale Manderville must marry George
Amberfoyle in two weeks. The entire family insisted.
"Taxi!" Merrigale shouted, as a cab rushed by on the opposite
side of the street.
Vaguely, Merrigale wished she had the fortitude to kill herself.
One brief moment of pain and she would be free of George forever.
"Taxi!" Merrigale cried, then was forced to huddle against the
shelter of a building as a debris-laden wave crested the curb.
It rolled across the sidewalk to wash against Merrigale's shoes.
Although the "On Duty" light had been lit, the taxi gave no
indication of stopping.
Several blocks further, still without sighting another taxi,
Merrigale began to observe the squalor of her surroundings.
Impoverished buildings were illuminated by garish, illegible
signs. The pavement was in disrepair. Sidewalks were cluttered
with garbage. Corrupt odors wafted from the mouths of darkened
alleys. Intermittently, fetid puddles of rank water were hurled
across the sidewalk from beneath the wheels of passing
automobiles.
A speeding truck rumbled past, throwing a sheet of loathsome
corruption high into the air.
Too late, Merrigale dodged into the dark shelter of a nearby
alley to escape the flying filth. Gasping, as the foul deluge
covered her with its icy splash, Merrigale staggered deeper into
the uncertain safety of the shadowed alley.
Shuddering, the girl reached up to wipe her sopping hair from her
face. As Merrigale pushed her ruined coiffure back, she felt a
mysterious restraint imprison her elbow. Trying to draw her hand
forward, Merrigale discovered that it, too, was confined.
When Merrigale tried to raise her other hand, she perceived that
it was imprisoned at her side, as well.
Attempting to step back from the dark shadow of the alley,
Merrigale found that both her feet were stuck to the asphalt.
Next, Merrigale felt a petrifying sensation!
A cool, scaly contact was slowly rising about her shoes, over her
ankles, and up her calves. It tightened around her knees,
drawing them shamefully apart.
The reptilian surface scraped along Merrigale's sleek loins, to
scuffle against her silk panties. Merrigale's parted knees were
lifted higher. The raising of her knees, drew the girl's feet
from her shoes, leaving her expensive, imported pumps fastened
firmly to the ground.
The scaly surface raised Merrigale's buttocks higher, as it
pressed her silken underpants ever deeper into the crease between
the girl's parted legs.
With her knees spread and lifted, Merrigale's shoulders were
drawn back, within a foot of the ground.
An abortive scream died as a damp cord looped around Merrigale's
head. It slipped between the jaws of her open mouth.
The girl's scream was stifled by a gagging taste from the moist,
leather-like cord pressed against her tongue. Of the many lumps
on the cord, one inflated, filling Merrigale's mouth as
effectively as a gag. It exuded a malodorous sticky secretion
which made the girl's head spin.
As she reeled from the dizzying odor, Merrigale lost all
capacity to oppose her captor. Hips uppermost, heels wide apart,
the girl's shoulders were drawn back.
Spine arched, head lolling from the rankness of her gag, hair
sweeping through the alley's filth, Merrigale was transported
toward some unknown goal.
Occasionally the girl could discern an oddly-shaped figure that
followed in the shadows, but it was nothing she could identify.
Merrigale was carried through an open doorway into a poorly lit
hall. Her body was borne within an echoing stairwell and
conveyed up the winding staircase.
A clattering sound below, from the landing, caused Merrigale to
glance backwards. Briefly, the eerily-lit creature which
accompanied her captor was visible.
Instantly, Merrigale lost all control over her bladder.
Fear galvanized Merrigale into a writhing clawing, animal, trying
to escape her bondage.
Unaccountably, the girl's restraints seemed less secure. It felt
as though she might escape from the intimate alien grasp.
Arms windmilling, legs pumping, back arching, the girl twisted
and turned her rump, while she rotated her body. As she writhed,
Merrigale was inexorably carried up the countless flights of
stairs.
The only effect of the girl's exertions was to tear and disarray
her clothing.
After Merrigale had wet her panties, the scaly surface gripping
her thighs and buttocks tightened about that scrap of moistened
silk. Moving across the panties' surface, the alien touch
discovered the contrast between the panties' silky material and
Merrigale's satin loins.
The alien surface slithered between the wet silk and the moist
skin beneath. Searching like oozing scaly fingers, the contacts
thickened under that silken shield.
The scaly alien mass constricted beneath Merrigale's panties,
while it allowed the girl to twist and roll her hips. As she
writhed, the scales ground deeper into every crease and aperture
exposed by the girl's contortions.
A length of scaly sinew eagerly explored a path deep within the
girl's vagina. Knotted lumps pressed past her clenching and
relaxing sphincter, while a single strand wormed upward along
Merrigale's urethra.
While the unknown, intimate touch pressed deeper within
Merrigale's body, its mass expanded beneath the silken panty
material. Strained and swollen, the pressure built, until it
burst the panties' seams.
A torn scrap of pink silk fluttered to the floor.
Sudden departure of the silken panties caused a momentary
decompression of the compacted, intruding mass. Scaly surfaces
within Merrigale's violated body lurched, causing an immediate
impulse of conflict within the girl.
The contraction generated a tremor that raced throughout the
girl's body, and threatened to bring her to orgasm. It also
awakened an awareness of the dreadful depth to which the alien
presence had penetrated.
A resultant tide of fear flooded Merrigale's senses. She writhed
within a mindless fog of horror, so thick, that Merrigale's
actions threatened to cripple her.
Caustic bile oozed rankly from the gag in Merrigale's mouth.
Moments later, she relaxed, as her fear subsided. Her body's
rebellious gyrations dwindled beneath the gag's potent
secretions.
Once more tranquil, Merrigale felt the scaly caress of an unknown
presence exploring every intimate secret of her body.
Moving hips forward along an upper staircase, Merrigale throbbed
helplessly closer to an orgasm she was too sedated to achieve,
toward a destination she was too dazed to fear, amongst creatures
her mind was too numb to notice.
Being dumped on the surface of a wooden dining table did nothing
to shatter Merrigale's trance.
While a scaly presence flexed within her vagina, twirled over her
distended clitoris and slowly squirmed beyond her sphincter,
Merrigale had no attention to spare for the other alien in the
room.
The creature that had captured and controlled her, was beyond
question, an extraterrestrial. It was also, doubtlessly, the
leader.
Its form approached humanoid, except for the possession of a
second pair of arms and an inhumanly crouched stance. Its skin
was an inky purple color, hairless, with a leather-like texture.
Only the mantle of pale brown flesh that extended from below its
upper shoulders was neither sleek nor inky. That mantle was a
writhing mass of slender, scaly tentacles that grew as if they
had were intended to become wings.
These ‘wings’ were long strands of muscle and nerve tissue which
could assume nearly any shape its owner desired.
If these fibers ever rested, the ‘wings’ springing from beneath
the alien's upper shoulders would drag upon the ground.
At the moment, the tentacles stretched from behind the leader's
body to grasp about Merrigale's spread thighs. Deeply, they
probed within the girl's every nether orifice
The second alien, clearly a subordinate, appeared most like a
beetle. It exhibited snakelike tendrils that rose above its
round green head. It also possessed a long, voluminous tongue
that occasionally escaped from behind its bony mandibles
Curiosity aroused, the alien leader bent over the girl held
captive within its "wings." A thick, pale tongue licked upward
along one exposed flank.
This casual motion flipped back the material of Merrigale's short
skirt.
Cautiously, the leader extended a paw, to lift the hem. With
her skirt lifted, the leader's pale tongue flicked again across
Merrigale's exposed belly.
The girl's stomach fluttered in response. Internally, she
clenched upon the alien's probing tentacles.
Another lick strummed the elastic of Merrigale's garter belt.
Curling a purple digit beneath the girl's garter belt, the leader
stretched the elastic away from her belly.
As the leader held the belt away from Merrigale's soft flesh, the
green beetle-like alien leaned forward. One bite of the
beetle-like alien's razor-sharp mandibles severed the garter
belt.
With more intelligence than it appeared to posses, the beetle
alien's eye-stalks followed the path of nylon material down
Merrigale's thighs, legs, feet, to her toes.
Clasping the nylon, the beetle-like alien snagged the stockings
in its pincers. Almost at once it realized it could not pull
them off while the leader's ‘wings’ clutched at Merrigale's
loins.
Instead, the beetle pierced the nylon with an edge of its boney
mandible. Following the line of the girl's shapely leg with its
razor sharp jaw, the beetle sliced through the nylon stocking.
Having completely slit one stocking, it removed the other in a
similar fashion.
Grasping one end of the severed garter belt, the beetle-like
alien tugged. Gradually, it drew the garter-belt, still firmly
clasped to the slit scraps of nylon, from beneath Merrigale's
body.
While the beetle was busy with Merrigale's stockings, the alien
leader continued to probe for Merrigale's responses.
Lower arms held the girl's knees apart while brawny upper arms
pinned Merrigale securely about the waist. Slender tentacles of
the leader's ‘wings’ passed between upper and lower arms, to prod
tirelessly within the girl's nether apertures.
The leader's pale, absorbent tongue slithered through the
perspiration upon the girl's belly, to be withdrawn between
thick, leathery, alien lips.
The gag in Merrigale's mouth suddenly deflated, and the twisted
leather cord slowly uncoiled from around Merrigale's head. It
retracted, to slither within a protuberant lump behind the
alien's upper shoulder.
When the coil had completely withdrawn, the leader-alien parted
its leathery lips, emitting a stream of guttural growls. In
response, the beetle hurried to the upper end of Merrigale's
support.
Her mouth freed, Merrigale was able to gasp and moan.
As time passed, the girl became more agitated, more responsive,
and much more vocal. Physically, as well as vocally, Merrigale
reacted to her alien captor's probing.
Once the beetle-like alien had reached Merrigale's throat, it
began to snap at the girl's blouse. Its flexible tongue snaked
beneath her blouse and along the cleavage of the girl's breasts.
With a series of quick tugs, the beetle tore open the girl's
blouse to expose her brassiere. By nibbling between the cones of
material, the beetle alien's mandibles fastened about the bra's
clasp.
A sudden wrench at the material between the girl's breasts and
the clasp parted. The brassiere popped open, allowing
Merrigale's ample breasts to spill out.
With claws and mandibles grasped about the collar of Merrigale's
blouse, the beetle tugged it from beneath the girl's head. A
second heave drew both damaged blouse and brassiere over her
unprotesting arms, to leave Merrigale bared to the waist.
The leader alien was soon forced to catch the girl's arms with
its upper paws. Clutching the girl's forearms, the leader
protected both itself and Merrigale from her own exertions.
Pinned to the table, Merrigale was helpless to prevent the leader
alien. With relentless determination, it swabbed every drop of
perspiration from the girl's breasts and torso with its pale,
soft, alien tongue.
This agile medium slid over and around the girl's swiftly
thickening breasts. It aroused her nipples into hard swollen
projections, then swung downward across Merrigale's flinching
abdomen.
The green, beetle-like alien grasped a hem of Merrigale's skirt
between its pincers and began to chew.
At first glance, this final article of Merrigale's clothing
seemed to require an unprecedented amount of effort to remove.
Later, it could be observed that the beetle seemed more intent
upon devouring the skirt than disrobing the girl.
When the beetle had finished gnawing away one seam, it dragged
the skirt from Merrigale's body
It then darted to a distant corner of the room. There, the green
beetle-like alien paused to completely ingest the girl's short
skirt.
Meanwhile, the leader's alien tongue bathed Merrigale's torso,
downward from her breasts. The leader's pale tongue stopped only
inches from its "wings," tightly clutched upon the girl's nether
apertures.
To allow its tongue to sweep lower on the girl's abdomen, the
leader's grasp relaxed upon her middle.
As the ‘wings’ grip loosened, a spray of intimate liquid
sprinkled onto Merrigale's belly.
Immediately, the leader was drawn to this fresh moisture.
The alien tongue barely tasted the first drops, before it
reacted. The leader alien rearranged its ‘wings’ to permit
Merrigale's viscous lubricant to pour forth.
As rapidly as the fluid welled up the leader's absorbent tongue
captured it. For several minutes this activity held the leader's
complete attention.
Under the alien leader's ministrations Merrigale's voice faded
from shrieks of pain to mewling whimpers of release.
When the liquid no longer bubbled onto Merrigale's belly, the
alien leader slowly withdrew its ‘wings’ from the girl's vagina.
Licking the wetness from its own tentacles, the leader alien
garnered this and all other liquid that dribbled onto the girl's
abdomen.
Eventually, the alien leader's ‘wings’ were fully withdrawn from
Merrigale.
The girl's knees were still spread wide in the leader's grip.
Her nether lips stretched agape. A ruddy flush discolored her
interior, as Merrigale's swollen, unhooded clitoris pulsed a
bruised, purplish hue.
She had been licked clean of all her lubricant and lay
submissively beneath the leader's watchful eyes. Scaly tentacles
fluttered across Merrigale's bare torso, tracing arcane patterns
upon the girl's rosily gleaming hide
Breathing gustily, the girl quivered at the faint pressure of the
alien's touch upon her body.
Gradually, Merrigale's eyelids began to droop. Finally, she
slept beneath the alien leader's sharp scrutiny.
Merrigale awoke to minute manipulations of the furry skin between
her loins.
Gritty roughness seemed to comb through the tangle of her pubic
hair. Next, sharp, bony edges scraped across the carefully
aligned fur. This rough passage left the skin cool and sensitive
to the gentlest eddies of air across her naked flesh.
While these sensations continued, the girl's curiosity was
aroused.
Weakly, Merrigale lifted her head. Behind the fluttering plane
of her abdomen, the girl could glimpse the vanishing brunette vee
of curly hair which covered her pubes.
Pincers clamped behind Merrigale's knees held her thighs apart.
The beetle-like alien's gritty tongue and cool, bony mandibles
worked the flesh between the girl's loins.
With infinite patience the beetle was cropping and devouring her
pubic hair, leaving denuded skin in its wake.
Merrigale noted how much of her loins had already been scoured
clean of its tangled pubic hair.
Watching, Merrigale felt the beetle's grating tongue rake forward
along the deep cleft in her buttocks. Sharp mandible edges
scraped across sensitive inner surfaces, and deftly rasped around
the girl's helplessly clenching sphincter.
In that moment, Merrigale's neck collapsed backwards, head
lolling upon the table, as the rictus of a massive orgasm racked
her body.
Hanging in the beetle's pincers, Merrigale felt each abrasive
stroke of the beetle's tongue. That sensation was followed by
the scrape of sharp mandibles. Every inch of Merrigale's pubes
was stretched, stroked, combed, and then razed of every last
vestige of hair.
After her loins had been completely shorn, the beetle-like alien
forced its tongue into the depths of Merrigale's vagina. The
girl quaked again, under the surge of a further orgasm.
Merrigale could do no more than spread her thighs wider as the
orgasm ripped through the girl. That evocative tongue continued
to stroke deeply within the girl's convulsed core.
Suddenly startled, the beetle withdrew its tongue. It staggered
back, while the snake-like tendrils above its head writhed and
twisted.
A barrage of the beetle alien's chittering attracted the
attention of the alien leader. Briefly, the beetle pointed an
accusatory pincer at Merrigale's gaping labia.
Still held ajar by the beetle's grip upon one of Merrigale's
knee, the leader alien lowered its inky purple head to the girl's
loins.
A pale tongue slid from the leader alien's maw and pressed
against Merrigale's nether lips. Shuddering, the girl squirmed,
trying desperately to resist the probing, extraterrestrial
tongue. Remorselessly, the alien object thrust itself inside.
Immediately, every drop of the girl's vaginal lubrication was
absorbed. Twirling languidly within Merrigale, the fibrous
tongue stimulated the girl to come, again, and again, and again.
Long minutes later, the leaders' alien staggered back to fall,
splintering a wooden sideboard. For a few moments the alien
sprawled upon its back, while the beetle chittered and attempted
to pull the larger alien to its feet.
Consciousness returned to Merrigale as a slim, leathery cord
wormed its way through the relaxed grasp of her sphincter. Once
inside, a portion expanded until it could no longer be expelled.
On the outside, another portion of the leader's tentacle expanded
to hold the ring of flexing muscle in an ever-tightening grasp.
A sensation of liquid being forced up her colon briefly assailed
the girl. At first, the liquid felt cool, then her interior
began to itch.
Within moments the irritation expanded through the girl's body,
boiled up to her covering skin and along the extremities of her
limbs.
Gradually, the feverish itch extended to every part of the girl's
body. The irritation became so powerful, it was almost
unendurable.
This time, when the leader alien's tongue found Merrigale's
vagina, there was no impulse of alienation. The girl's legs
clamped about the leader alien's short neck, her body curled, and
her arms grasp the leader by the back of his inky purple,
chitinous pate.
Merrigale was still aware of her abductors, but it was more
important to ease the irritating itch against the hardness of the
leader's thick, leathery lips.
As the soothing lubricant flushed forward, the gentle
abrasiveness of the alien's tongue diminished. The liquid was
absorbed by the leader alien's intrusive organ.
Merrigale again thrust harshly along the alien's dry abrasive
tongue, to ease the irritating itch. Another flush of released
lubricant cooled her vexation in a surging, orgasmic spasm.
While Merrigale humped her body against the leader alien's head
to gain release, the leader alien pumped more stimulants into the
girl's colon, to increase her need for further exertions.
Sated and deflated, the alien leader's tentacle slipped limply
from Merrigale's anus. Weaving unsteadily, the leader alien
dropped the girl back onto the table.
The alien leader, again, staggered back. In spite of the
beetle's best efforts, the leader collapsed onto the floor with a
resounding thud.
Meanwhile, Merrigale curled into an insensate ball in the middle
of the table.
The green beetle assisted the leader alien to a standing
position. Bracing beneath the larger species' great weight, the
beetle chittered admonishments against its commander's actions.
As the leader alien approached the girl, still unconscious upon
the table, the green beetle-like alien emitted a chorus of angry
buzzing sounds.
The leader raised its head and growled a response. For a moment,
the beetle hesitated, until the leader snarled again, louder.
The second outburst sent the alien leader's beetle-like associate
darting from the room. Down the staircase it clattered, in a
search for any of Merrigale's discarded clothes.
Merrigale's shoes were where they had been left, still fastened
in the ichor of the dingy alley. Her torn panties lay upon the
staircase leading to the ninth level of the building.
The girl's blouse and brassiere were bit through at the front,
but both were still in one piece. Her stockings were now flat
scraps of nylon held in the catches of the severed garter belt.
Merrigale's short skirt was presently digesting inside the
beetle's green alien craw.
Suddenly, sirens were heard converging about the building.
The green beetle came chittering up the staircase. It entered
the room carrying a scrap of torn pink silk. Snatching up the
rest of Merrigale's discarded clothing, the beetle threw them
into the middle of the table, on top of the girl.
That was what awoke Merrigale.
Gasping as she regained consciousness, the hapless girl was
startled to see the beetle alien scuttle from the room. The
sound of clattering pincers marked its flight, as the green,
beetle-like alien clambered up the final flight of steps leading
to the roof.
As the sound of wailing sirens chorused around the base of the
building, the leader grasped Merrigale by her knees. Spreading
her open, it bowed its head toward the girl's jaded vagina.
Slowly, the tongue thrust through her gaping nether lips, over
her ardent clitoris, and along the overstimulated walls of
Merrigale's vagina.
Careful to avoid excessive intoxication, the leader's tongue
swivelled slowly within Merrigale, while the girl again convulsed
in an uncanny assault of shuddering orgasms.
Before the girl's vision dimmed, the leader turned from
Merrigale, to follow its companion.
With fading consciousness, Merrigale caught at the alien leader
as it wheeled about to leave. Grasping a hand onto a portion of
the leader's "wings," the girl struggled to restrain the
departing intruder.
Clutching the pulsing tissue, Merrigale gasped, "Don't leave me!"
The leader's ‘wings’ wrapped about Merrigale's hand, as it turned
to look into the girl's pleading eyes.
"Take me with you!" Merrigale gasped, surprised at her own
audacity. The mere thought of being abandoned by these strange
creatures panicked Merrigale. "Please!"
The leader's response followed rapidly.
Upper paws grasped Merrigale's waist, lower paws grabbed behind
her knees. The girl was lifted from the table to be pressed
against the leader alien's hard leathery chest.
Alien tentacles slipped from behind the leader's shoulders,
passed beneath the girl's parted thighs, to embed themselves,
anally and vaginally.
The leader's ‘wings’ wrapped about Merrigale's waist, down over
her buttocks, joining between her parted thighs, to probe rapidly
into her nether orifices.
Finally, the long, soft tongue slid into the girl's open, gasping
mouth, to swirl across her tongue, and down her throat.
Moving rapidly, the leader scuttled through the door and up the
staircase.
Upon reaching the open, Merrigale had only one breathless moment
to glimpse an alien spaceship. It was saucer shaped, and barely
small enough to land on the roof of the narrow building.
Only the dark of a moonless night had kept it from being observed
earlier.
As they approached the saucer, an aperture irised open, allowing
the leader to plunge through. A moment later, the leader settled
into an alien support fastened to the wall.
Withdrawing its tongue completely, the alien leader growled a
string of sharp syllables, and the saucer lifted off.
With the leader alien's tongue again down Merrigale's throat,
increasing gees pressed the girl's body against the unyielding
form of her new master.
Every tentacle and tissue of the alien exuded stimulation in
exaltation of their narrow escape. As a result, the girl's body
was racked by a series of soul shaking orgasms.
Merrigale's consciousness disintegrated against the release of a
final overpowering spasm, as the saucer burst through the upper
atmosphere, clawing its way beyond the gravity of the girl's
former planet.
By the time the saucer had reached the mother ship, Merrigale
Manderfield had forgotten George Amberfoyle, forgotten her
family, forgotten her home, forgotten her country, forgotten even
her world. She had become, body and soul, the possession of her
alien leader.
Gazing down at the unconscious human drowsing upon his forward
carapace, the leader could, at last, understand the reason behind
this planet's strange popularity, as a source of intergalactic
pets.
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Attack of the Slug-Ugly