Caught in the Krubble

Gareth hurried out of his ship. Zipping his pants. Still dripping wet from the sex.

“Where are you going Gareth?” Hanni smiled.

“Stay here… I’m a space cop… So you are safe in my ship,” he winked.

She blushed and fawned. He was so cool.

“Okie…” she said.

Gareth left Hanni. He jogged back into the barroom. It was slime friendly… So many didn’t mind his slime. But the smell was making women smile and men frown.

He went into the back past the curtain and up some stairs.

He listened at the door.

“Yes… You brought the krubble…” a woman said. Her raspy cool voice.

Had Gareth’s heart beating. He listened intently, pressing his ear at the door.

“Finally, the plan is coming together…” she said.

“Good stuff huh?” A voice came from behind him. Gareth turned and saw a big brutish spiked alien man.

“Hehe…” Gareth chuckled.

Gareth was chucked through the door. Broken down into spindles of wood. He crashed through onto the back wall. On his side with his head down, legs up.

“Spy!” The brute said.

Gareth winced, and looked up. A tall pitch-black-skinned woman with her robe blending in with her body. Long hanging sleeves. A glitter of stars on her form. Big white pupil-less eyes, and two long antennae curving over her back. Long legs. And huge breasts!

Zamuel, donkey slime, held the krubble and was handing it to her.

“Kill him…” she said.

The spiked brute ran at Gareth.

Shit! Shit! Shit!