Anonymous
6/15/2025, 7:39:20 PM
No.11311633
>>11305349
>Eh, maybe he knocked those airheads out for now, unless...
>Predictably, he ceased from respiring, re-scanning the area, compound and groups of wildlife, the parasite gleeful that the bumbling beefcake was dutiful with his respiratory exercises.
>Those luscious limbs, toned and plump, glided away from his vision, farther and farther to one desolate ground until that very vixen surfaced, emerging from a mini travel ship now disarmed of its cloaking capabilities.
>"Mngh, come to Daddy~.", he vulgarly demanded as he descended to the fine femme, drinking in her lascivious gestures, sure that any muscle with her would be a piece of cake.
>Given that no native predators were being picked off, he was sure that the Blue Hurricane either picked off the remaining force, or was recuperating with the debatably concussed captain.
>Now to claim his prize...
>"You're looking mighty bree- I mean beautiful Miss Pargula. I'm a captain, you know, and with that comes big~ rewards. Want some wine and crackers, sweet cheeks?"
>"I'll have to pass.", she snidely rejected in that gravelly diction that only belonged to-
>"Ginyu! You sick bas-"
>'Recoome' was cut off by a barrage of tranq darts puncturing his hardened obliques, each dermal poker sapping at his diaphragm. He tried to buy some time but "Pargula" shoved a claw down his throat, "Ginyu" forced to watch that wretched demon ruin the most perfect manicure.
>As Pargula's spirit kicked itself for not insisting on a more tactical escort, a stop for gas, she'd watch herself suppressing the detestable mutant with her voluptuous thighs, the remaining captors lacing him with more darts until he fell to his knees.
>She'd watch as her arm was suddenly forced down the hulk's gullet, the fluffy haired Brenchian and cobra hybrid striking his stomach. She'd then hear a gurgle, gazing at a sickening ripple that threatened her limb even further as a malodorous ooze slithered out of his head.
>Eh, maybe he knocked those airheads out for now, unless...
>Predictably, he ceased from respiring, re-scanning the area, compound and groups of wildlife, the parasite gleeful that the bumbling beefcake was dutiful with his respiratory exercises.
>Those luscious limbs, toned and plump, glided away from his vision, farther and farther to one desolate ground until that very vixen surfaced, emerging from a mini travel ship now disarmed of its cloaking capabilities.
>"Mngh, come to Daddy~.", he vulgarly demanded as he descended to the fine femme, drinking in her lascivious gestures, sure that any muscle with her would be a piece of cake.
>Given that no native predators were being picked off, he was sure that the Blue Hurricane either picked off the remaining force, or was recuperating with the debatably concussed captain.
>Now to claim his prize...
>"You're looking mighty bree- I mean beautiful Miss Pargula. I'm a captain, you know, and with that comes big~ rewards. Want some wine and crackers, sweet cheeks?"
>"I'll have to pass.", she snidely rejected in that gravelly diction that only belonged to-
>"Ginyu! You sick bas-"
>'Recoome' was cut off by a barrage of tranq darts puncturing his hardened obliques, each dermal poker sapping at his diaphragm. He tried to buy some time but "Pargula" shoved a claw down his throat, "Ginyu" forced to watch that wretched demon ruin the most perfect manicure.
>As Pargula's spirit kicked itself for not insisting on a more tactical escort, a stop for gas, she'd watch herself suppressing the detestable mutant with her voluptuous thighs, the remaining captors lacing him with more darts until he fell to his knees.
>She'd watch as her arm was suddenly forced down the hulk's gullet, the fluffy haired Brenchian and cobra hybrid striking his stomach. She'd then hear a gurgle, gazing at a sickening ripple that threatened her limb even further as a malodorous ooze slithered out of his head.