Red Riding Hood (Closed for Fr33ks33k)

[Miss_Vivi]

In the wilds of Nebraska, a lonely strip club just got a sexy deadly visitor.
From outer space.
She just crashed landed at Grandma's and will just eat. you. up.
Stopped only by the force of one man. One man called Red.
Will he stop this space wolf in time?!​

Produced by Fr33k and Vivi and brought to the computer screen by Whothefuckcares Studios.
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[Miss_Vivi]

Kaynyne hit the skids on the rickety spaceship, leaving a trail of particles behind her, but she couldn’t care anymore. Having been on the run for what felt like eons, she stretched her paw and surveyed the planet under her. Licking her sharp teeth, Kay plunged the rest of the way into the atmosphere, and landed at what seemed to an out of the way place.

Jumping out of the ship, she turned on the alarm and glanced at the blinking neon.

“Grandma’s Place, where good girls bring their goodies.” Kaynyne shook her head and stepped into the smoke filled place. Kay’s eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness and she watched a woman attempt to sway on stage in a rather sad pantomime of an actual stripper.

Kay slipped over to the side of the stage without any of the patrons having noticed her. This place would work as a place to start her nefarious plan of taking over the planet. Silently, in the dark, she watched the crowd and the ring leader of this borefest, Grandma.

When the heavily painted woman heaved her way to the backstage, Kay followed, lengthening her legs to take on human shape and forming her face and body into an accepted form of beauty on this planet.

“Grandma, I’d like to dance for you.” Kay attempted to purr.

“We don’t allow strangers! Our girls are all good girls!”

“That’s what I’m counting on!” Kay leapt at the woman tearing at her throat, lapping up the blood spray that soon covered her and part of the room. After stuffing the unchewed bits of Grandma into her office, Kay mounted the stage.

She swayed, strutted and humped for the enraptured five patrons, she licked the other dancers on stage until everyone was covered in Grandma’s blood and rubbing her.

This was going to be easy.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The alarm sounded just after midnight. The grid lit up with the indications of interstellar travel. Unauthorized. Where the hell was it heading? No idea what species or what intent they had.

Sgt. Reginald Wood was up first, pulling his gear on and strapping up his weapons, checking them for ammo. Green eyes moved over armor plating and gun metal. A gloved hand ran through his close-cropped copper hair. Fucking aliens. They always liked to stick their nose, or snout, or whatever the fuck, into Earth's business.

"You ready, Red?!"

"When the fuck am I not ready, Cortez?"

The rest of his squad loaded up into the VTOL and took off to the crash site. It was somewhere in the middle of Bumfuck, Nebraska. Five soldiers for one damned spaceship. Such a waste of time.

They arrived an hour later, dropped and moving toward the crumpled front of the ship. It was clear that whatever was piloting it had gotten out of the craft intact. In fact, it looked less like a crash and more like a shoddy parking job.

"Fan out, can't have gone far. Baker, take point. Miller, you scan the tech and see if we can figure out where the fuck this thing came from."

Red's eyes ran over the terrain. No tracks near the craft, and only a few broken branches in three different directions.

"Sir, I've got a bio reading about 500 yards from here. Seems to be a small building of some sort."

"Let's move out and check it. Has to be where this alien wandered off to."

The five troops moved as one, guns at the ready. What they stumbled upon was not what they'd expected.

"A fucking strip club? Out in the middle of nowhere? What...the...fuck. Alright, we're going in. Let's keep the casualties to a minimum."

With Baker still taking point, they entered the club. The lights were as low, strobes and spots and multicolored bulbs going off at random intervals. It was hard to see, but well-trained eyes scanned the room for anything that seemed...off.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Kay felt the five new bodies enter the club, she heard their heartbeats. She felt their excitement pounding and dripping off their bodies.

She knew they had come for her. Armed.

Kaynyne had no intention of going in. Without a fight. Or three.

She stepped off the stage, while the other dancers continued to move on stage. Trance like, they would likely keep on moving until they died of exhaustion, it was just one of the powers of her pheromones. Encouragement.

She slipped through the haze and the lights until she was next to the youngest soldier, pressing her body against him quickly and whispering sweet nothings in his ear till he succumbed to her suggestions and hastened into the back with her with a word through his radio that he was checking out the back area.

Slipping herself easily around him, Kay allowed him to push her against the wall and dually enter her body. His tongue scrambled against hers and his member shoved itself into her. There was no art to his movements, just an unadulterated need to fuck something.

He humped against her, and she let him, wanting to see what it was all about. It took only a moment for her to become bored, and then a moment further before his neck was snapped and he fell to the floor almost dragging her with him.

Strange. His male member stayed hard after death.

Still, that was one and that left four for her to play with. Coolly, she made her way back out front where the soldiers hunted her. Forming into the image of Grandma, she put her hands on her hips and strolled up to the armed men.

"What can I do for you boys?"

 

[fr33ks33k]

The club had an odd vibe, even for a strip joint. Everyone seemed...entranced. Must just be the flashing lights and overbearing scent of sex on the air. The four remaining soldiers kept moving through the few patrons. Rookie, the most recent addition to the team, had said something about checking the back room. Red tried to reach him on the comms but he was greeted by silence. Probably got distracted by a stripper...

What Red didn't expect was the older looking woman who approached them directly. Everyone else seemed to be in a daze, but she looked like she was all business. The four men lowered their weapons, but kept their fingers near the trigger.

"We're investigating some odd occurrences in this area. We have reason to believe someone involved may be hiding here. It's the only place within 40 miles of the point of contact. I presume you're the proprietor of this....establishment?"

Cortez, Baker, and Miller all stood behind Red, eyes moving around the open space of the club. They kept staring at the dancers for longer periods of time. Even Red felt a certain urge to watch and enjoy the show. His green eyes met those of the supposed owner. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was something strange about this lady...

"So, have you seen or heard anything...unusual...this evening?"

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"Anything unusual?" Grandma Kaynyne parroted back to the dangerous looking red head in front of her, "No, it's just been me and the girls."

G-Kay gestured to the girls who were still dancing on stage, one of which had passed out and the others still gyrated over her. From the corner of her eye she could tell that three of the soldiers were drawn to the stage.

G-Kay smiled, but tried to make it look affable instead of dangerous. She was sure she almost pulled it off.

"Your boys are welcome to question them, if you'd like to check out the back area with me, can't go by yourself you know!" She laughed/hacked in the manner of Grandma, a woman who was distasteful in her own right, and Kay felt like she'd need a ionic shower just to get the stink off her.

"I can show you, if you want, but like I said, nothing unusual at all." Another hack, "You seem like you mean business, are you sure you need those guns? I could have them checked in at the coat check for you, we get a lot of loaded gentlemen in here, if you know what I mean."

Ugh... chatting up this soldier sucked. When there were so many other things she could do to him.

Patience, G-Kay, patience.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Red looked over the elderly matron of the strip joint. She coughed and hacked and sounded like cigarettes had devoured her esophagus early on in life. She seemed friendly though. Some kind of buzz was tingling the back of his brain, but he ignored it. They needed to get to the bottom of this damned case and the quicker the fucking better.

"Yeah, that'll work."

In order, they handed their weapons over to the over-skinny coat check girl. She looked like she hadn't eaten. Ever. And if she had, then those meals had been regurgitated as quickly as the stomach acid could bubble up. Cortez, Miller, and Baker each took a stripper to question. No one seemed ill at ease that their entertainment was departing. They all were probably too drunk or stoned on drugs to notice. Everyone seemed to be spaced out. It was odd...but...there was still the back to check.

Red tried to hail Rookie one more time, then gave up as the static spiked loud for a second. Fuckin' newbie...last time he let one go on a top priority mission...

"Ok, show me the back. Fuckin' thing has to be hiding somewhere around here..." he muttered as he waited for the old lady to lead the way.

"How'd you end up opening a place like this in a place like here, anyway?"

 

[Miss_Vivi]

They handed the weapons over without thinking twice. She almost jumped for joy, before remembering that this body wouldn't allow her that. The other soldiers seemed content enough to be led off by the other dancers, all of them covered in drying blood, and all of the patrons sitting completely still.

Trances are a powerful thing. So was a pheromone laden alien, hell bent on copulation, reproduction and death.

"Ok, show me the back. Fuckin' thing has to be hiding somewhere around here..."

G-kay smiled and turned away to show the stern commander a good time, and his death.

"How'd you end up opening a place like this in a place like here, anyway?"

Like she had a fucking clue or cared.
"Inherited." She tossed over her shoulder at him, as a way to shut him up. The walk to the back was a short one, nonchalantly she gestured that he could look around if he wanted. Meanwhile, she checked him out, tilting her head as she did, a small smile dancing across her lips.

He'd do.
And then he'd die.

She wondered how long it would take him to notice the blood coming out from under Grandma's door. Then she wondered how long it would take him to get hard.

A wolf in Grandma's clothing indeed.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"This is one helluva family business. Plan on passing it on to your daughter? Granddaughter maybe?"

Red laughed to himself as he followed the stooped old lady past the curtains that separated the main club floor from the backstage.

The back of the club was just as he'd expected. All gaudy colors and lockers with thongs and boots that looked like ancient torture devices and condoms and drugs and...what was that smell? Copper?

Before he could question it further, that feeling of being buzzed came up and smacked him in the forehead like a hammer. He blinked and ran a hand over his close-cropped hair. Something in the air of this place was fucking with him. His pulse was beating harder, but his focus was drifting. Before long, he couldn't remember what exactly he was looking for backstage. The alien hadn't left a single trace of its passing anywhere around here. He turned back to the old woman, a glaze of confusion glossing his eyes intermittently.

"Ok, everything here checks out. Are there any other rooms back here? Strip clubs usually have private dance rooms....those'd be prime hiding places..."

His eyes passed right over the door to the old lady's office, missing the blood trickling out from under the door entirely. Baker and the boys had better be getting some answers out of those damned strippers. Or at least getting laid. It had been a while since he'd had some pussy himself. Maybe he'd have a lapdance before he left...

Woah. Focus on the mission.

Red was typically all business, but his mind was becoming increasingly clouded with thoughts of a baser nature. He felt like he'd better hurry up, or else even Granny would start looking like she had potential...

He suppressed a shudder and waited for her to show him the rest of the place.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

A very feral smile across very old jowls, the pheromones were working. Kay watched as Red attempted to control himself, to shake himself out of lust, to wake the brain cells that were already craving her.

It made her quite excited herself.
She wanted him.

Acting as if nothing was amiss, there was no blood pooling under the door to the office, there was no sound of moans and cries from the front as his men succumbed to her dancers, there was nothing but his hunt for her.

Not that he realized she was standing in front of him.
By the time he came he would.

She turned and led the way to the back where the pheromones only got worse, the air was thick with fucking couples, she wondered how he'd react to seeing his men grunting and writhing under the women, and in case, each other.

Humans were hilarious.
G-kay cackled at the orgiastic mess in front of her, and turned to watch him.

"Would this be a side effect of the one you hunt?"

 

[fr33ks33k]

The back rooms were even seedier than the front of the place. The sounds of sex were heavy in the air and when ol' Grandma opened the first door, the smell of it wafted out, mixing with the pheremones Red had no idea were permeating every pore on his body.

"Side effect? Hell, I don't even know what main effects that thing would have. Didn't get to see it up close and personal. But I suppose excessive arousal and an overwhelming urge to fuck could be caused by the thing..."

Baker, Miller, and Cortez were all very busy being attended to by the strippers. Red looked from one to the next and suddenly all he felt was jealousy. HE should be the one getting fucked; he was the squad leader! But the only pussy left unstuffed was....Grandma.

His eyes went up and down the old lady, trying to find a reason she wasn't worth fucking. Even with sagging tits and wrinkled flesh, his lust-addled mind couldn't make her seem unappealing. There was a section of his brain still firing the warning signals, telling him that this was totally fucked up and that he shouldn't be doing any of this. A brief battle ensued, the few seconds it took eating up no time at all.

His dick won.

Red dragged Grandma into the last of the private rooms. He didn't say anything, just grabbed and groped her gruffly, his libido kicking into overdrive from proximity to Kay's pheromone cocktail. Layer after layer of clothing was peeled off, both of them naked from the waist up. If she'd had any complaints, she sure wasn't voicing them. Then again, an old biddy like her probably didn't get much action. If he'd had any complaints, he was surprised that even if they weren't pert and perky, her tits were still plenty ample.

The tactical suit pants weren't erection-friendly, and Red had just had a very interesting thought. He gripped Grandma by the hair, glad to find it wasn't a wig, tugging her in close for another teeth-chattering kiss before looking her right in the eye. His free hand slid the zipper of his pants down and freed his raging hard-on.

"Grandma, what big dick-sucking lips you have...why don't you put 'em to use? I'll even hold your dentures if you want."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

She didn't stop him from dragging her into a room, where the sounds of heavy fucking could still be heard, even if they were muffled. His hands sloppily roved over the grotesque form and she almost wished that she could shift into her normal lupine form for this. As a lover, he was an excellent specimen, but he was also hunting her...

Oh yes. His hands. She was suddenly half undressed, and sagging heavily over his hands, her tits marked and wet where his errant tongue had passed. She played out soft gasps when his tongue met hers in a heavy kiss, dancing her wicked old tongue over his young lips.

When he pulled away and looked down at his pants, another smile spread over her lips. Oh, this was easy. He was so eager to fuck her, even in this monstrous body, that sagged and rolled under his wandering fingers.

"Grandma, what big dick-sucking lips you have...why don't you put 'em to use? I'll even hold your dentures if you want."

Magic words, apparently. Kay smiled, at the man hard and wanting before her.

"All the better to suck you off, darling."

Dropping to her knees, she spit out her teeth which clattered over the concrete floor, opened her mouth and slid her gums along his already hard cock. Dancing her tongue over the ridges and veins, gumming his cock and moaning for him. Just like he wanted it. Bobbing her head up and down in time to the slaps and moans that pervaded the space around them, she suckled at his length, no teeth to get in the way.

Even Kay had to admit to a certain tingle in her nether regions.

 

[fr33ks33k]

There was a part of his brain that was repulsed by his actions. The part that wasn't yet overtaken by the pheromones that Kay put off like cheap perfume in overdrive. In her grandmotherly visage, he had no clue just how dangerous she was. As it stood, all he knew was that old ladies had the golden ticket to dick-sucking.

The cocktail of endorphins and synapses firing off like a locomotive drove him onward, taking a firm hold of Grandma's head and rocking his hips hard, driving his prick past the simple suction of her lips and gums, prodding at her throat's opening.

"Fuck yeah Granny...suck my dick."

Had he really just said that? What the fuck was wrong with him? He was in the backroom of this strip joint in Bumfuck, Nebraska getting a blowjob from the proprietor, who happened to be a not-so-mild-mannered grandmother, while his squad members got their dicks wet in the other rooms.

The high of sexual pleasure was starting to lose out; just then his comm crackled to life. Static garbled most of the message, but it sounded like Cortez. Something about fucking and raw and not being able to stop. Poor bastard probably hadn't been laid in weeks.

That message gave him enough pause to push Grandma's head back and free his member from her mouth with an audible *POP*.

"Ok, As good as you are at that...I really gotta find this fuckin' alien or whatever it is. Maybe once this case is wrapped up, I'll finish you off."

Red shoved his dick back into his pants, but left his shirt off. Too fuckin' hot in this place anyway. And if that alien fucker had claws and dared to touch him? Well, then it'd learn the error of its ways.

"You three motherfuckers better hurry the Hell up! We've still got business to take care of!" he yelled into his comm before stepping back out into the back hall. If he had to round those bastards up one by one, he would.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

One minute, sucking his cock like some good little human thing, the next pushed away. Men. Humans. Fickle fucking creatures.

He took off without a backwards glance, towards his men, hollering instructions and orders, looking like some sort of jungle commando with red hair and freckles. If Kay had to answer, gun to her head, it wasn't altogether displeasing.

However, this body was, a quick snarl and she took her normal smallish lupine form, and jumped up the wall, and into the cooling and heating system that linked all the rooms. She heard him start to pull his groaning and sweaty men off the dancers who simply cooed and began fucking each other.

Also distracting.

But she could tell. Her dancers were done. Raw, whimpering and wanting to stop themselves, but they couldn't. Some of them passed out mid fuck, mid lick, mid-suck dicks stuck in their mouths as their bodies could simply take no more.

Kaynyne could tell that Red had lost one or two of his men to the exhaustive fucking. Less to deal with. Which was good for her. She scurried off towards the bathroom, climbing down the wall and into the room, which was very near the office.

She morphed into one of the dancers, all black hair, tattoos, green eyes and long legs covered in fishnets, with a black bustier, silver pasties and black lipstick. Where the inspiration had come from for this form, she would never know, but come it did.

Two steps out of the bathroom and she let out a blood curdling scream.
There.
That ought to bring him with guns blaring.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The strippers were apparently also nymphomaniacs. They just kept on fucking even after Red pulled his men free of the tangle of sweat, cum, and apparently blood. They'd been fucking til they were so raw they bled. What the fuck was going on here?

For that matter, what the fuck was wrong with him?! He'd been getting head from a damned grandma! No time to consider the implications. They had a job to do. Cortez, Baker, and Miller stumbled about, slowly coming back to their senses. It was clear that they were too exhausted to be useful, but they gave it a good effort as they went back to the main floor to try and flush out the alien...or whatever the fuck it was.

Just as Red was about to follow, he heard a scream. Loud, shrill. Clearly female. He took off sprinting toward the source. He rounded the corner to the bathroom area and stopped dead in his tracks. For all the disgusting things that Grandma had been, this little bitch was...

Red lost all semblance of thought while he stared at her. Lithe, petite, pale in places not covered by ink. Shiny sparkles not only from the pasties covering her nipples, but the bits of body jewelry she wore. It was like she was ripped from his mental spank bank. How hadn't he seen her before? Where was she when the rest of the girls were being questioned or dancing?

All of his mental inquisition was lost when he opened his mouth. Coherent thought was out of the fucking window. She was sexy, beautiful, irresistible. His prick throbbed at just the sight of her. All the while, Kay's effects were getting stronger. If he didn't just pick her up and fuck her right there, it wouldn't take much longer before he did. The only thing that concerned him right now was the stripper standing in front of him.

"Are you alright? I heard a scream....there's some weird shit going on here, but don't worry. We've got it under control."

 

[Miss_Vivi]

It was too fucking easy.

"Are you alright? I heard a scream....there's some weird shit going on here, but don't worry. We've got it under control."

Kay was sure he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. Under control was the last thing that they had, what they did have was a couple of dead dancers, a few dead men, one dead old lady and one fucked up red-head thinking with his cock.

And he was already raring for more. She could tell from the way his eyes raked hungrily over her body, it made Kay want to laugh and laugh at him, and then tear him limb from limb while she fucked him and was showered in his blood.

Oh. Maybe she needed to eat something.
Something with some protein.
And it's not like she'd need much anyway.
Her true form was small.
Emissions from the Red one ought to do it.

Or she could kill him. Either worked for her.

Still she had a role to play. Turning she pointed to the puddle of blood now drying from under the office door.

"If you've got things under control... what the fuck is that?!" She let herself get shrill, while she rushed into his arms, shaking in fear.

Fear. Hah.
More like hunger.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"What the fuck is..."

Red trailed off for two distinctly different reasons. The first was the pool of nearly dried blood under the office next to the restroom. The second was that the insanely hot stripper was now clinging to his chest like a frightened little girl. He put an arm around her, squeezing comfortingly before begrudgingly moving her out of the way. Something fucking strange was going on here....

The door opened into a tiny office room, a desk and two chairs and a filing cabinet. Nothing much else, except the gruesomely disfigured body of Grandma laying in the floor. She looked like she'd been partially eaten...whatever that fucking alien thing was, it was definitely a carnivore.

Wait...if Grandma was dead here in the office, who the fuck was....

"Well son of a bitch! It's a fucking shapeshifter...."

He looked over to the stripper he'd come to the aid of, a flash of suspicion in his eyes. If it could look like anyone....

No, she was definitely human. No way she could be some alien monster trying to eat him and his team. Where the fuck were they anyway? His comm was full of static again. Damnit! Time to regroup.

"Ok, come with me. What's your name anyway? I can't just keep saying 'Hey, stripper girl' when I'm talking to you..."

He didn't really wait for a response, taking her by the wrist and heading back for the main club area. If that damn alien could look like anyone, it was time to corral everyone into one location long enough to figure out which person it was masquerading as...

They passed the rooms where everyone had been fucking their brains out and he paused for a second. Maybe, just maybe they could sneak in a quickie. She was hot and for some reason he was still unreasonably horny. Then again, that old biddy hadn't been what he'd really wanted to fuck. Besides, she was dead.

Wait...did that mean the alien had been the one sucking him off? This night was just getting more weird...and damnit if he couldn't stop thinking about shoving his cock into the stripper he still had the wrist of!

His mind was so torn that it was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was the scent of sex and blood and sweat that was doing it. He was still oblivious to the roiling cloud of Kay's pheromones, but it was obviously taking its toll.

Turning to the raven-haired girl, he realized his hand was still on her wrist. He brought her hand right up to the bulge in his pants before letting go.

Go on, you know you want to... he thought, his green eyes staring a hole straight through her own. Red grabbed her by the back of the neck and laid a hard, lip bruising kiss on her. His cock twitched from the contact and the warmth of her hand on it.

Oh yeah. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you... he thought.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Bruising kiss. Check
Hand on his crotch. Check
Look that says "I dare you not to fuck me, right here, right now?" Check.

Kay almost laughed at him.
But something about his hardness made her hungry. She felt like drawing blood. About bathing in it again, like she had with Grandma. She felt like violent... something.

Perhaps that's why she leapt into his arms. Maybe that's why her fingers freed him from his zipper once more, perhaps that's why it was easy to fold her legs around his hips and allow him to penetrate her body in the human fashion. She didn't fight back his kisses, or grunt harder when he slammed her against the wall, body sliding slickly in and out of hers. That's why she moaned and groaned and let him fuck her.

Hard.

While he moved within her, she tilted her head and cut him with tiny little bites. She drank him in then. She knew he wouldn't feel the pain until after he finished with her. Kay was fucked against the wall, while she sucked at his blood.

It felt fucking good.
Red was fucking good.
She should do this more often.
Damn.

 

[fr33ks33k]

It was like sliding into a piece of heaven. She was tight and wet and willing. She took everything he had, right then and there. The mission was totally lost. There was just the *THUD, THUD, THUD* of him slamming into her slamming into the wall, over and over. But it wasn't enough. He felt the urge for more, to be more violent. When she bit him the first time, his muscles flexed. When she did it again, his hands clutched at her ass, the support he'd been using to keep her aloft on his cock.

The third bite brought one hand up, wrapping around her throat. He grinned and it was not a kind gesture.

"So, you're a biter...I bet you like it right back, don't you?"

His fingers were massive compared to the slender slope of her neck. It was easy to turn her head to the side whether she wanted to or not, to expose the pale expanse of flesh just begging for his teeth to return the favor of her actions. He didn't know that her bites had drawn blood, his own teeth came together only hard enough to leave bruises and teethmarks. A purple and blue trail down onto her chest. What passed for clothing was ripped away, letting the trail continue right to the peak of her nipple. He bit that too, just for good measure.

All the while, his hips were a piston, filling her to capacity and leaving her vacant, only to return again, driving home to the hilt. Slow. Deliberate.

He was enjoying this; he wondered idly if she liked where his hand was. Only one way to find out.

A tensing of muscles, a flexing of his fist, squeezing for just a second. His eyes were on her, devouring every reaction, looking to see what the limit was.

His hips never stopped. Not once. The bounce and jiggle of her tits was like a metronome. You could set your watch to it.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

There she was, the Big Bad Wolf, fucking Red in the back of a strip club.

He fucked and bit and slammed into her body and Kay worked on making those wet, wanting human sounds that rolled off her bloody tongue and into his ear.

She lapped up his blood and drank from him deeply, loving his strength and taste, and how his red hair matched the two little puncture wounds that pulsed with each pound into her body.

It actually felt good.

Kay finally understood why some of her people would choose to stay here and inhabit the cultures of Earth. The people of this world fucked with the wild abandon of yore, in her culture.

One could get used to this.

So deep in thought (or pleasure) that she didn't even realize that her canine teeth were extended until, he slammed into her once more roughly and she bit deeply into his shoulder. Deeper than a human was capable of, and it took a mouthful of blood for her to realize what she'd done.

He paused.
She paused.

What happened next is something of a legend in that small middle of nowhere town.

 

[fr33ks33k]

One minute, pure sexual frenzy. The next, anger, sudden realization.

She'd bitten him, but it was no normal hungry sex bite. It was a full on predator's teeth-sinking bite. She drew more than blood. She caught his attention.

Shape-shifter, skin-walker, creepy fucking alien that could disguise itself as anyone. And damnit, it had to have chosen the hottest stripper his mind had ever imagined.

More recognition; he was cock-deep inside the damned thing. He was fucking the fucking thing he was trying to catch! Red's mind was running a thousand ticks a second. All the while his hips kept pumping. It was like some brutal, primal part of his brain was still captive to Kay's scent. His hands were another story. He took her by the throat, pushing her head back into the wall, keeping those dangerous teeth from his flesh.

He finally found the will to slide from her sheath, fumbling with his pants while he kept a firm hold on her neck. In his green eyes, you could almost see the hurt. It was a broken, disjointed feeling, being tricked like that. It fed into the anger he already had building, the aggression rough sex brought to the fore of his brain. He stood there, stock-still, fingers flexing around the girl...no, the thing's throat.

"What the fuck are you? And why the hell did you come here?"

So focused was he, staring into her eyes like that would make her talk faster, that he forgot about the rest of her; the dangerous claws and whatever else she might throw at him. All he wanted were answers, and if she didn't start talking...well, the orders were to bring it back for R&E, but they never said it had to be alive.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

It went from pure unadulterated passion, to fucking, to something to wet his dick while it hit him who and what she was. She could count the seconds tick by as it dawned on him that he was fucking an alien.

Stupid slow human. She could have laughed at him while he fumbled with his pants and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"What the fuck are you? And why the hell did you come here?"

His eyes were still shaded with lust. As long as his dick was hard she'd be in control. Instead of shifting form again, she stayed in her form of the stripper, and merely elongated her fingers into claws, while she contemplated him.

"I'm Kaynyne. Nice to meet you Sgt. Red," her eyes slid down his frame and landed where his dick just barely peeked out. Another feral and knowing grin, before pushing herself roughly off the wall, throwing them both off balance, landing in a heap on the floor next to him. She was on her feet before he was, jumping into his arms, sending them both back to the couch.

He landed beneath her and she grinned rolling her hips over his and pinning him beneath her.

"Come on Red, it'd be so easy to slide back inside me. You know I won't tell." She ground her body against his and sunk her claws into the black fake leather, holding him between her legs. He'd either fight or not, either way she was still going to finish him off.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Kaynyne? Like a dog? What the fuck?! Red's mind was a maelstrom of lust and anger and purpose and stress and through it all he kept returning to the feeling he'd felt when he first slid into that tight tunnel, the one that clearly belonged to the damned alien he was trying to find and capture. Or kill. Right now, he could probably kill her and be ok with hearing the science nerds bitch about not having a live specimen.

Speaking of fucking, they were tumbling to the floor and he was standing and then she was mounting him, hips rocking against the raging erection that refused to leave him even though sex was only every third thought in his head. Then every second thought. Goddamnit she was hot! And to make things worse, she was right. It would be so easy to just forget the mission, to slip back into that warm, wet, welcoming hole of hers, fill her up over and over until they both burst from sheer orgasmic bliss.

He tried to move, to shift, but her claws were dug deep into the couch. Fuck. Her claws? This bitch was serious. His dick was doing most of the thinking, but he was still able to formulate some half-cocked plan. If he could get her to focus on fucking him back, even for a split second, he could upend her, get her off the couch and pin her to the ground. Maybe literally. All bets were off then. So for now, the only thing to do....was fuck.

"I'm surprised you're asking. You sure didn't seem to mind my cock ramming into you. In fact you looked like you were enjoying it. Why don't you line us up...Kaynyne, right? Is that a code name or do they just like the variable vowels on your planet? Oh, who cares, just sit on my dick and ride it like a good girl."

He sure hoped this worked. Otherwise, it might just be his last mission.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"I'm surprised you're asking. You sure didn't seem to mind my cock ramming into you. In fact you looked like you were enjoying it. Why don't you line us up...Kaynyne, right? Is that a code name or do they just like the variable vowels on your planet? Oh, who cares, just sit on my dick and ride it like a good girl."

"Barbs? Human, please." Kay sneered at him, moved her still human hips into place and slid him back inside her.

Only she wasn't human.
She didn't have to pretend to be human.
Which meant that this little orifice that this human was shoving himself into, didn't work like a human cunt. Internally, Kay shifted.

It would be slight at first. She doubted he'd notice.
And then he would.
The only way to describe what was happening around his cock with any degree of accuracy was to say that three separate and distinct mouths slid in unison up and down the shaft within her.

Animals.
She fucked him like an animal. Rolling her hips slightly, but watching the realization dawn on him that not only was he fucking an alien....

But that he really fucking liked it.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Feral. That was a good term for her. She was intelligent, but just as bestial as the act they were participating in, if not more so. His mind was still on how to turn the tide of this tug of war. Or maybe it'd be better to call it a fuck of war. Angry sex was putting it lightly. His hips clashed and crashed and banged against her as she bounced up and down and up and down again.

Then he felt it. There were lips on him where they shouldn't, no couldn't be. Inside her. He felt like he was getting the world's greatest triple-tag-team blowjob...but it was her cunt. It was tight and wet and it was definitely not saliva but goddamnit how else could he describe the way she rode him and made him feel like he was getting sucked off at the same time.

Alien. That was it; she was alien and that meant she didn't have to play by the rules, human anatomy was nothing to her but a mask, a puppet to play with. Maybe that was why she looked like she was having so much fun. Then again, it could be the length of hardened meat pummeling into her...well, it was still a pussy. Just an alien pussy.

"I don't know how you're doing that, but don't stop. It's fuckin' nice..."

His hands grabbed a firm hold of her hips. If there were "mouths" on his dick, he was gonna fuck 'em for all they were worth. Gruff and unforgiving were his motions. Maybe, just maybe, if he could pound her hard enough, she'd be off balance, and he could free her claws from the couch she was keeping him on.

Or maybe he wasn't fighting that hard to get free, just yet.

In a moment of pure ferocity, he managed to wedge himself into her hard enough that her claws started to slide from the leather of the couch.

Jackpot.

Forward motion stole her grip entirely, sending them back to the floor. He was quick to grab her wrists and keep them tight in his clutches. Who knew what sort of wriggling she could manage with that alien physiology of hers.

Though he now held the upper hand, his hips didn't cease. The feel of the triplicate of puckered lips, pouting around his cock like hungry kittens was beckoning his actions to continue. He stared down at Kaynyne, grinning around gritted teeth, jaw taut from strain and effort.

"You know, I kind of like it when you say please..."