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Zygglaxx 2
DIR By: S. Criminal
Date: May 5, 2025, 11:46 pm
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The beam ripped you from your bed, a silent scream swallowed by
the sudden vacuum of space. Now, strapped to a cold metal table,
you gaze up at Zygglaxx. Her purple and grey skin glistens under
the strange, pulsating lights of the UFO.
"Welcome, Alvin," a raspy voice echoes, each word vibrating
through your very bones. "We have been observing your species.
Intrigued, we are, by certain... rituals."
"Rituals?" you croak, your throat suddenly drier than the
Sahara. "You mean like, uh, Thanksgiving? Because I make a mean
cranberry sauce."
Zygglaxx tilts her head, a gesture both alien and unsettlingly
familiar. "No. The... mating ritual. The one involving the
appendage you humans call a... penis."
Your eyes widen. "Oh. That ritual."
A long, slender finger, tipped with a shimmering claw, extends
towards you. "We wish to experience this ritual. For scientific
purposes, of course."
You swallow hard, the metal of the table digging into your
back. "Scientific... right. Look, I'm not sure I'm qualified to,
uh, demonstrate. Maybe you should abduct a sexologist?"
"Silence," Zygglaxx hisses, her eyes narrowing. "We have
analyzed terabytes of your human... pornography. We know what to
do."
Before you can protest, she unbuckles your pants. The cold air
of the ship sends a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes,
bracing for whatever intergalactic awkwardness is about to
unfold.
A wet, probing sensation. You gasp, your eyes snapping open.
Zygglaxx is kneeling before you, her lips latched onto your
manhood with a suction that defies earthly physics.
"Is this... correct?" she mumbles, her voice muffled.
You can only manage a strangled "Mmmph."
Her grip tightens, a rhythmic pull that sends jolts of
unexpected pleasure through you. "We are detecting increased
heart rate. Pupil dilation. This is... fascinating."
"Fascinating for me too," you manage to choke out.
She continues her assault, her tongue a foreign invader
exploring every inch of you. You try to focus on the flickering
lights above, on the absurdity of the situation, on anything but
the growing heat in your loins.
"Zygglaxx," you groan, your hands gripping the edge of the
table. "I think... I think it's working."
"Working?" she asks, pausing for a moment. "As in, the
experiment is yielding positive results?"
"As in," you pant, "I'm about to cum in your mouth."
She resumes her ministrations with renewed vigor. A low,
guttural hum vibrates from her chest, a sound that both repulses
and excites you. The pressure builds, a tightening coil of
anticipation.
"Now, Alvin?" she asks, her voice thick with a strange
eagerness.
You can't hold back any longer. A guttural cry escapes your
lips as you explode, a torrent of seed erupting into the alien's
mouth.
She swallows, her eyes wide with a mixture of disgust and awe.
"Fascinating. The substance is... surprisingly viscous."
You collapse back on the table, breathless and ashamed. "So,"
you gasp, "did we learn anything?"
Zygglaxx wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, a gesture
that somehow manages to be both crude and elegant. "Indeed,
Alvin. We have learned that human mating rituals are... messy.
But also, surprisingly effective. Further experimentation is
required."
Your eyes widen in horror. "Further... oh, no."
Zygglaxx grins, a flash of sharp, purple teeth. "Oh, yes. This
is only the beginning, Alvin. The very beginning."
Zygglaxx puts Alvin over her lap and spanks his bare ass until
its bright red.
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You lie on the cold metal table, still catching your breath,
when Zygglaxx, with surprising strength, flips you over onto
your stomach. Before you can react, she pulls you across her
lap, your face pressed against the cool surface of her alien
skin.
"What—?" you start to ask, but your question is cut short as you
feel the air rush past your bare bottom.
*Smack!* The sound echoes through the UFO, a sharp report that
carries a stinging sensation with it. You yelp, a high-pitched
sound that seems to bounce off the curved walls. "Hey, what's
the big idea?"
Another *smack* resounds, this time on your other cheek, leaving
a warm tingle in its wake. "Aliens don't... typically... engage
in... this..." you grunt between spanks.
Zygglaxx's voice, husky and amused, resonates from above. "Oh,
but this is a human punishment ritual, is it not? I've seen it
in your media. The humans seem to find it... enjoyable?" Each
word is punctuated by another swift smack, her hand making
contact with your tender flesh.
"N-not typically a pleasure activity!" you stammer, squirming,
but her strong grip on your waist holds you in place. "And it's
usually... consensual!"
*Smack!* "Consent is an intriguing concept. So many nuances in
human interactions."
You feel the heat spreading across your buttocks, a warmth that
quickly turns to a gentle burn. "I-I think you've proven your
point, Zygglaxx!"
She pauses, her hand resting gently on your now rosy cheeks.
"Are you certain? The color contrast is quite fascinating, but I
believe I can elicit a more... vibrant hue."
"N-no need!" you insist, squirming again. "I'm more than
convinced that... human discipline techniques are... effective."
Zygglaxx chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your body.
"Very well, Alvin. But know that this is not the last of our...
experiments."
She releases you, and you roll off her lap, rubbing your
stinging bottom. As you adjust your pants, you can't help but
feel a mix of embarrassment and curiosity, wondering what other
'rituals' Zygglaxx might have in store for you.
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