The Night Thugs

Alice slid onto shore in the incandescent light of Philomena. The "things" surrounded her. She could see a faint resemblance to the red scaled thug she had encountered earlier, but these were obviously night creatures with large eyes, dark scaled skin, and shifting, elusive movements. Alice reluctantly came ashore, and feared they would rush her. She held her breath and walked onto the sand dune. She heard them shift and circle, but she wasn't beseiged. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she opened her eyes.

Their leader, or at least spokesman, was massive. His yard-wide chest towered over her, but his face and frame were very similar to the red monstrosity she had...negotiated with...earlier. She guessed him to be at least 8 feet tall as he lunged at her, plucking her ankle so fast she was upside down before she know what had happened. It spoke in a staccato hiss to the others as it sniffed along her length. Alice held her breath as its long tongue tasted her legs, stomach, and neck. She silently prayed that they would leave her alone, toss her back into the water, or anything other than what had happened to her so many times already.

When she felt their leader tug at her pants, she knew she would be afforded no such luxury. Alice whimpered as she felt the material slide down her legs yet again. "I should just go without pants and get used to the fact that everything on this planet wants to fuck me!" she thought as the "second in command" stepped forward. The leader pressed her sex hard against its face, and she felt a massive, slick tongue slide into her. Alice braced herself as it swished around inside of her, tasting every wall as her toes curled inside her boots.

To her surprise, she was dropped. Alice staired at them, confused, as they walked away from her. She looked back into the water, and remembered. "The pollen...the golden pollen! It drives them wild! I just washed, so they don't have any interest in me!" She laughed, and scrambled up. "Pollen. Wow. That's it!" she said.

Just then, a massive gust of wind ripped through the river valley. She turned, and saw the golden flakes cascade over her form. She heard the Things sniff the air, and knew they were turning.

"Well, fuck." she said again. Alice could run through the darkened forest, endure what was to come, or perhaps something else could happen?