Prawnsex 2
More District 9 fan-fiction.
Prawnsex2 - July 14, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
M/?, Oral/Caressing, Human/Alien
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Secrets don't stay that way for long in the Shacks. The Nigerians found themselves on the Other side of the Wires - And when they tried to get back in, were told - 'We don't have to use animals to incubate our eggs in... Any mammal will do.' And any Male mammal did do - As the Patrols were finding out...
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"Help! We are being over-run... Send back-" was all the patrolman got into the mic before he was yanked out of the truck, the 'prawn' caressing his naked butt, 'kissing' it lewdly before rolling him over to engulf his crotch, the creature swallowing his dick into warmth and tugging muscles and... Tentacles rubbed the heaving skin, mandibles pressed into the base of the throbbing cock, holding it until it somehow got soft. Then it was slid up through the mass of skin and muscle until the head was just held inside... And worked over until the human was begging for mercy, hand scrabbling for his pants, to get his wallet.
The creature's 'hand' covered his, and in stilted Afrikaans came, "Do Patrol for free. Keep Prawns safe. Keep Prawns honest. Taste good too." *Pop* went the head back into hir mouth, the fronds squeezing on the meat-tube to milk what liquid was left inside. Then two more appeared to pull his shirt up, teasing his nipples, 'flippers' caressing his sides. They pulled him to his feet and while the one kneeling grazed on his balls, another spread it's tentacles across his ass, tugging the cheeks apart and a - Tongue, probe, Whatever... Teased his rose-bud with flicks and rubs and - Something slid in to caress his prostate. The man fainted.
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The squad awoke to find themselves mostly intact. Their balls were screaming 'What Just Happened?!', their clothes were rumpled... But they were fine. Inquiries got 'The Wall Of Silence' - Tell your Boss a Prawn felt-up your ass? Swallowed your prong and made you cum so hard the lights went out? Not even. Was it rape? The damn things didn't have anything to rape you with! And no Man was going to admit he had better sex with an alien insect than with his Wife...
The Patrols went without underwear during the day (It's Hot, don't want chafing and heat-rash upping the medical bills), and kept an extra pair in the vehicles at night (See the Hole? It comes out... The Hells with it!). The Meat-Cutter noticed his sales were down and his sons were always tired... It didn't matter once the Government subsidized the whole thing, but he still cursed the aliens every time he thinks about how many Zer he lost. The Tire industry found another consumer for their product - No worries about defects or tread-design, just how much rubber was in each one.
Then the Asians stepped in - They were most happy to buy all unfertilized eggs. All dead offspring. All dead bodies, period. And of course, 'Prawn-Milk'. A fertilized egg dropped once a cycle - Sperm and eggs could be produced separately any time certain body-parts were stimulated.
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And into this mess, stepped Jorg, Census-Taker. Not that Jorg wanted to, mind - He pretty much stayed in his small cubicle or tiny apartment, but when the boss says 'Go' - You Go! Besides, a pay-raise was too big a carrot for him to resist.
The patrol dropped him off at the gate - "Ok... You knock on the door, say 'Census' and wait. If no one answers, put down Two. If they do answer, put down Three. Say 'Thank You' and go to the next one. Simple, right? Now, we will be back in a couple of hours, so take your time. No worries, right? A word of advice... If you feel a flipper on your bum, Ignore it. And if one of them invites you into a side-alley - Oral is 5 Rula, and don't pay a cent more."
Jorg looked at the man like his head had just fallen off... What did he mean 'Oral'? And patting his butt? Before now, the beings had been numbers on a page, and the occasional blurb on telly. The poor man found himself on the other side of the gate, hearing it slam behind him like the Entrance to Hell. He gripped his clipboard and resolutely strode up to the first row of houses.
"Census. Idiot, knock first..." He did so, softly. No answer. So he put down two marks on the form. On to the next shack. *Knock* "Census." Again, no answer. Well, this was easy. And it was... Right up to Door 33.
*Knock* "Cen..." The door opened to - Something in a dress that hung on it like a sack. "Ummmm... Census, Miss." Eyes burned a hole in his crotch and he could swear the creature was licking it's lips - If it had any. Jorg took a step back. Then another...
"Thank... Thank you Miss." He didn't quite run over to the next shack, the hot gaze following his rear until it was out of sight. Thankfully none of the others answered, and he loosened his tie, just a little. What would he had done if she... She had 'touched' him. Well, she didn't and let's leave it at that.
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He was getting into a rhythm - Knock, and scratch a mark. Knock, and scratch a mark. Knock and... 'Hello Sir/Madam. Census. Thank You.' Then came Door 135. He knocked and before he could get so much as "Cen-" out, his butt was grabbed and he was whisked inside.
"Are Late. Trouble getting in?"
Huh? A 'hand' pushed him forward, to where several beings sat in a half-circle.
"Clothes over there."
Now Wait A Minute!
"First Time? Is ok. Must start someplace."
/ This is Human, Male. See the way face-skin colors. Means male is shy. So you must help. /
Off came the tie, 'fingers' nimbly undoing shirt buttons, then pulling it up and off. Teacher waved it on front of the others. "Shirt."
"Shiirrt." came back in various forms.
Next came the t-shirt. "Under-shirt." Jorg felt a little embarrassed, but shrugged it off... At least until his shoes and socks came off, both objects held up, named, and repeated by the students. Then came -
"Pants." Hey!
"Under-pants."
He stood naked, hands hiding his crotch as he tried not to die of embarrassment. Sure, they had to learn 'English' from Someplace... And he hadn't seen anything that resembled a school, but Really! Then they all stood and walked up to touch him. They took his hands in theirs, stroking his fingers. They touched his face, his hair, his chest. They touched his feet and legs, holding him so he didn't fall over as they ran their 'hands' over his toes. He eeped as the 'Teacher' turned him around.
/ This is a Butt. Some males like to have their butts played with, caressed, even bitten. /
Jorg *blushed* yet again as a smooth appendage slid up and down his rear, others following to touch the firm skin. One slid between the cheeks, 'goosing' the poor man lightly. When they got too intimate, 'Teacher' waved them back. Thank Gods! He was afraid he was going to... Shi turned the human again, and gently moved his hand away from his crotch, an alien one replacing it to caress his tight sack, tease the tip of his dick until it was painfully erect...
/ This is a Human penis. It conveys sperm from the round 'eggs' inside the pouch. Can you smell his rut? /
One by one, the others came to touch his erection. To take a drop of pre from the tip and rub it against scent fronds, taste fronds.
"You doing fine," came from behind Jorg, making him bite back a moan as he was turned sideways.
/ Some males likes their egg-pouches to be played with, stroked, even bitten on. But of course one must be careful. /
What were they saying? Oh Gods... He/She/It wasn't going to - The students again sat on a semi-circle, but this time out came paper and pencils... Huh? The human thought he couldn't be more embarrassed - He was wrong. And every time he started trembling or going soft, a 'hand' would soothe the tremor, then caress him back to hardness.
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After an eternity, Jorg was finally allowed to re-dress - With a lot of caresses and frond-flicks on his naked skin. Then he was back outside, with a 20 Rula note tucked in his back-pocket. "Come back next week. Do more touch and nibble. Will tell Agency most satis.. Satis..."
"Satisfactory." Jorg corrected the creature. So they thought he was some kind of model... He actually felt flattered. Shaking his head, the man continued on down the row, thankful all he got was the occasional caress.
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He stopped at a cart for a cup of tea, and asked where the bathroom was. All he got was a blank stare. "Ummm... Lavatory, Toilet, Pee..."
"Piss-Place? Why you not say so... Over there."
The being pointed to a u-shaped wall of brick that was probably part of a house once. Jorg sighed and nodded. Stepping over carefully, he unzipped... And had literally dozens of eyes watching his every movement. Swallowing, he carefully pulled his member out, and stood there. And stood there. And stood... Finally his bladder over-rode any other concerns and it let go what he had been holding all day. A soft rumble went through the crowd as he pissed like the proverbial 'Race-Horse'. It felt sooo good he almost didn't flinch when a flipper gripped him. It shook the last drops off, tucked his dick back inside his pants and zipped them up. Then, it patted his butt...
Again, he didn't quite run for the next row of shacks - Running would show fear. Instead he walked, Quickly, to the next door.
It became a blur - *KnockKnock* "Census." Thank you for patting my butt. *KnockKnock* "Census." Thank you for staring at my crotch. *KnockKnock* "Census." Thank you for Not ripping my clothes off and doing... Whatever you do with naked humans.
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Finally! One last row... The numbers all blurred together, and his hand was cramping.
"Hey. 'Census.' "
Wha? From beside a pile of rubble one of the beings waved to him, making 'come-here' motions. Suuure - He wasn't interested in a 'just-like a-Rolex' at very cheap prices. It waved again and despite his better judgment, Jorg went to see what it wanted... It wasn't until he was close enough to recognize the 'explosion in a dye factory' shirt one of the 'students' had been wearing that he noticed the creature barely came up to his chest. And that the rubble wall pretty much hid him from view.
"Touch you More. Taste you More."
Wha? Oh jeez... The 'teen' as he thought of it, had his pants around his ankles and was working on his underwear before he could blink twice - How did they do that?
"Now see here, I... I..." The 'hands' caressed his rump firmly, caressing the cheeks as the tentacles tugged his undies down to his knees. Once that was done they came back up to caress and gently tease his nut-sack. Goddsss... The long, muscular 'ropes' slipped up to twine around his dick. They caressed throbbing veins, stroked the taut skin, and teased the dripping tip, moving the almost purple thing down and in until it met resistance. Then the 'bulb' slipped past, into a molten wetness, and Jorg arched as his whole crotch was engulfed.
Tentacles caressed his balls, tentacles rubbed his belly... Tentacles curled over his hip and toyed with his thighs and he bucked like a wild colt, ramming every inch of his cock down the alien gullet, his hands clinging onto whatever they could. He gasped as muscles tugged on the hard meat, stroking it's length, mashing the flared head and making it's owner shudder. As the tentacles squeezed his butt, the man felt something gnaw gently on his shaft and he came so hard he almost fainted... The liquid gulps didn't help as the suction on his dick increased, as did the stroking of his quivering skin. When nothing else could be gotten from the balls the flipper-like hand teased, the creature let his semi-limp cock slip free.
"Come back next week? Draw you again. Caress you again. Maybe do more than mouth-sex? No worries - No fertile eggs from matings. Of course, butt-sex is fun too."
What butt... Jorg somehow got his pants back up and made it to the gate intact. At least it was just a one-day thing!
Well, that's what he thought at the time anyway. Unfortunately, barely a week had gone by before the poor man was once again inside the gate, this time as a 'Cultural Liaison'. It seems the prawns had taken a liking to him and had asked he be sent in to 'teach' the refugees.
"You new teacher?"
He nodded, gulping when a rubbery appendage caressed his crotch.
"Good. You teach us how humans and Poleepkwa mate."
He barely heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down as several more of the aliens came out to form a semi-circle in front of him, with notepads in 'hand', watching as their 'teacher' stroked the human to erection, eager to touch the male. To taste his skin. To caress his 'egg-sacks'. To feel him squirt his semen into their orifices. The darker-toned humans were longer between the legs than him, but that just meant more flesh could be nibbled on.
/ This is a Human penis. See how it inflates when it is caressed. /
The End?