Brainless

In the outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona lived a very pathetic girl; a very horny, pathetic girl. She weighed about 70 pounds soaking wet. However,

she was always soaking wet. She was gregariously admittedly turned on by strange things, especially tentacle hentai and aliens, even more so if both

were in the same plot. She ever so so badly wanted something, anything to violate her with phallic shaped tentacles; and her vagina severely hoped that

those tentacles were green: the color of the reptiles.

 Her name was Isabella Swan. She hated the sun and the desert so, she hated anything warm or hot in general. However, at night, when it was dark

and there was very little cloud cover, all the treacherous sun-heat left and what remained was the cold. Oh, how she loved the cold! How it caused

pleasured goose bumps to crawl over her skin, the lovely shade of blue it made her, how it catalyzed her breath to steam! These cold alone sent gallons

of liquid arousal in her panties.

 Now Bella stood in her bedroom the moon casting its non-judgmental silver light into her room.

 “Oh my God, I wonder just how cold it is on the moon!” she gasped to herself clutching her A-cup breasts.

 It was the last night she would be 17, for as soon as the clock struck midnight it would be her 18th birthday.

 “Mmm how am I a virgin?” She asked herself out loud humping a bottle of Perrier with her steaming mound that was imprisoned in her blue jean

shorts, “Yeah, there really is no reason for me to be a virgin! I’m going to be a woman! I’ll make it so! I’m going into the desert!”

 “Yes in the desert! There have been a lot of alien sightings certainly they’ll come after me. A helpless human girl. And then they’ll take me into

their space ship and probe me with their tentacles oohhhh!!!” She twisted her rock hard nipple through her bra and cupped her aching sex through her

jeans, “MMM!!”

 She wasted no more time and opened up the window hopping her lithe body over the sill. Her feet made a small crash against the sand and she sped

off into the desert. The air sailing so coolly over her body.

 “Oh God yes!” She hissed as she rushed off into the night her arms flung behind her, her house getting smaller and smaller with each step.

 “The rush the thrill of the cold night air! Oh God could my panties get any wetter?”

 She peered up into the sky and saw all the myriad stars glaring above her. With her movement they appeared as though they were moving.

 “Maybe one of them is an alien! Oh please!” She screamed out into the night air her breath a visible vapor. She looked deeper into the sky as she

increased her speed not noticing a rock in which she tripped and fell on her face, her arms slapping the ground. With a mouth full of sand, she lifted

her head spit it out, “Meh! Why does that always happen to me, planet Earth must hate me.”

 Her eyes then met an interesting sight: not far off nestled in the crevice of a mountain was a lit cave, “I wonder what that is!” cried Bella

releasing some of the sand out of her mouth.

She scurried to her feet ,kicking sand up behind her, and raced off in the direction of the cave.

A lighted lamp was his only company. That is exactly how he wanted to be, alone, without anyone to bother him. He inhaled the cool, damp air of the

dark cave, absorbing the water through his skin. Piccolo had escaped the annoyance of the Saiyans and the stupid Earthlings. He longed for his home

planet on Namek. His kind were empathetic, telepathic, and asexual. He was the total opposite of all on this planet. Earthlings were so very lust

driven, power hungry, and completely blind to their higher, more ethereal senses that they did indeed could develop, but the stupid creatures would

much rather have some toothless whore suck their cocks while they sniffed coke and looked forward to a night of reality T.V. shows meant to distract

them from their daily pathetic misery.

 Grateful he was that he was not human-born to this planet, he was determined to distance himself from them in every sense of the word. In all his

life spent on Earth never found their company satisfying in anyway. His higher senses were a blessing on other planets but a curse on this one. His

telepathic ability came through the two green antennae that hung high on his forehead that often would burn if he were near the location of a stupid

person. He didn’t know what was worse, decoding their thoughts, or actually feeling their emotions. He could feel the humans’ misery, their anger, and

worst of all…their lust.

 He groaned with annoyance as he remembered a particular woman on this planet lusting after him. She was the wife of Goku the most powerful Saiyan

on the planet, and he felt just to spit him she was bestowed with an irritating name: Chi-chi. Why this fiery, over-protective female wanted him he

would never know, he was the anti-thesis of all that was man on the planet. Yet, nearly every night he was in the vicinity of the Son house hold he

could feel the burn her lust as she pleasured herself, see her thoughts of her wrapping her legs around his face and crying his name out as he partook

in an act he would rather eat horse shit than partake in.

 No, he didn’t have a penis, and he was very happy to have it that way. As a warrior he did not need something dangling between his legs to

distract him from the enemy. He smirked to himself as he remembered how crushed Chi-chi had been when she discovered Piccolo was without a penis. He

thought that maybe that fact alone would stop her from touching herself and give him some mental clarity, but he wasn’t that lucky, the woman

compensated by IMAGINING him with a penis doing things that were physically impossible.

 Piccolo shivered and took a drink of water from his clay thermos. That was a horrifying thought, to be cursed with that flopping serpent-organ

that led so many potentially good men to disease all through the wet, sopping, nether-cavern of their female counter part. That organ scared him even

more, having a slimy, hairy hole for the serpent-organ to piston itself and spit up. All for the sake of having a life form grow inside of said hole.

What the fuck was up with this lust infected planet?

 He sighed once more trying to calm himself. He was in his cave, away from the wicked horny world.

Or was he?

 Bella approached the cave with her heart racing, “Daddy is going to spank me with his gun when I get home for wandering in a cave all alone! But

there’s a light on, and since it’s a cave there must be a nice scientist in there!” Her excitement had caused her to revert to her usual state of

delirium.

 Bella tip toed inside, curving her body around rocks, the light becoming brighter. Everything turned white as she approached within. She shielded her eyes.

 Piccolo stared horridly at the sight before him, he had sensed her thought waves before she had even entered the sanctity of his cave. However,

the frequency of her thoughts was so low and un-evolved it had taken him a moment to realize it was a human that approached and not just some earthly

lizard in heat.

 The female primate gaped at him with obvious arousal, a visible wet spot forming already on her jean shorts. A panic struck the Namekian, he had

seen Chi-chi aroused by him before but never at this rate or at this short notice, not to mention never at this intensity. This primate’s thoughts of

him bending her over and fucking her against a rock clamored in his mind in a rapid, hellish rhythm.

 “You look like a lizard!” she moaned and fondled her small breast through her shirt, “that means your skin is cold and scaly. Cold, hard things

turn me on.” The creature took a step forward, fluid gushing down her leg, “You’re beautiful! I want your green penis INSIDE OF ME!!!”

 Piccolo shot up and took a fighters’ stance, there was no way in Hell this empty baboon was going to attempt to rape him, especially not after

verbalizing his deepest fear.

 The female probably thought his rising meant he was accepting her offer, but he never thought she would do what she did.

At a paranormal rate, she stripped herself completely nude before the namekian. As her shorts flew away from the violent act of disrobe her wooly

unclothed sex let loose, making a small, dry sound as the afro of pubes spread to its full mass. The shock from the sight of her bearded loins was

enough to post pone a sensation that was even worse, but it was all too soon when ungodly scent smoldered the air. His eyes had tears in them and he

coughed sadly, wondering why such a foul beast would ever chose him. He had changed his ways and became a protector of planet Earth. He didn’t deserve

this. Just when Piccolo thought things couldn’t get any more insidious, the pink under-flesh of the organ peeked out from the hairy flaps of her unholy

slit in an obvious sign of arousal and with a dull roar; a small gush of fluid fell from the foul opening to drizzle the ground.

 Piccolo’s world was a frozen hell of petrify. His antennae sung and burned from the hellish frequency of her carnal thoughts. His eyes would have

felt better if someone had poured acid on them. His insides turned cold, and his gaze was stuck where he wanted it the least.

 Yet, despite all atrocity, his hand raised with a mighty will of his own, defying his absolute fear. Air filled his lungs and the words cried from

his throat, “SPECIAL BEAM CANNON!!!”

 A fantastic white double helix of light shot from his fingers and vaporized the foul anti-creation. Bush and all. The images forever burned into

his second-sight, not even his special beam cannon could save him from that. He sunk to the cold ground, the spirit of triumph leaving him in a green

turbaned heap.

He thanked the blue grass and the green waters of his home planet that the horny primate was dead.