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An attractive one-eyed humanoid from the planet Cyplop is guided into a room of pure white and a single chair, beckoned to sit down and share her story. A pretty standard Cyplopian by her planets standards; average breasts which spill out large enough to fill her lap; four arms of bulging muscles with finely manicured hands resting on her wide hips; a long orange mane in a pony tail that tickles her ankles; but she’s ready to tell her rather unique story of love.
“Hey.” She gives a little shy wave with her left hands. “I-I’m Big Licysa and I’m from New Cyp on Cyplon.” She blushes those delicately pale cheeks and points to her bare feet which would be about a size ‘6’ on Earth. “I-I got the name ‘big’ from my abnormally large feet for my species.” A little sigh comes from her permanent puckered lips, rubbing the the air hole at the back of her neck. “They’ve always made it a bit hard to find a date honestly.”
“Sometimes it feels like there aren’t enough single people on an entire planet to find your perfect mate”
“Plus…” She blushes as she unfolds her legs, flopping out a phallus with similar dimensions to her legs, the bulbous tip dripping copious emissions past her knees. “You know what they say about big feet, right? Not a lot of Cyplopians can, uh, take this.”
“You know you shouldn’t settle, but how is it possible to sort out all the potential mates, breeders, fuck buddies and sex comrades when there are just so many in all of known existence?”
“I know there are people who might like such big features on a girl, but I’m more interested in someone who would appreciate my mind and personality more than anything.” She gets a weak smile, leaning on one palm and fluttering those big eyelashes like a fan which rest upon her sole eye. “And of course… Able to totally fuck my brain until I’m a drooling whore who can hardly remember my name!”
“Well worry no more, your dating site has arrived! As at Cranium Match, our goal is to make sure to find you that partner who will appreciate your brain… and only your brain.”
She flips to a hologram picture upon her viewing pad of her posing with a floating parasite which looks like a floating green dome with four sharp claws. “So two years ago I went on a date with RS324 - a Cranium Sucker from Schk-Schk 14, and though I was a little skeptical to date a creature who didn’t even have a body, it turned out it was quite the charmer!”
Cut to a floating Cranium Sucker with a black bow tie on and carrying florescent green roses in its little claws as Big Licysa opens the door with a low cut beige dress, a voice over of her voice continuing.
“RS324 is funny, witty, smart and loads of fun, the kind of being that makes a girl wonder how she ever lived without it! It’s never even asked about my feet or dick as RS324 doesn’t even have eyes to perceive my form. Though the charmer states that if it did, I was surely the most gorgeous flesh vessel in the universe! And, goodness, the way it calls me its little Ly-Ly still makes me blush!”
Cut back to the chair with Big Licysa sitting with her head put back ever so slightly, as RS324 floats ever so close to her scalp.
”Plus the sex is simply hotter than any of my planet’s fourteen suns!” She smiles brightly at her romantic partner. “I’m ready for you, my darling!”
The Cranium Sucker merely oscillates rapidly, with subtitles added later.
“丨 ㄥㄖᐯ乇 ㄚㄖㄩ, 爪ㄚ ㄥ丨ㄒㄒㄥ乇 ㄥㄚ-ㄥㄚ! !”
It sharply flies forward, sitting upon her head before ever so gently puncturing her skull with those claws in their usual holes. She squirms a bit at first before sighing in utter delight, her eyes rolling back as her tongue flops out of her drooling lips. Within a couple of seconds, her cock rages to full erect status, towering up between her tits and near her chin as it fire pre-cum loads by the bucket load. A sick slurping sound echoes out as as the screen fades out to the Cranium Match logo with a smiling Cranium Sucker.
“Cranium Match! Find your perfect brain-sucking lover today and experience pleasures of the mind that you’ve always been missing!*”
*Come visit our headquarters on Schk-Schk 14 for a free tour and (consensual) brainwashing today!
Shhhhhhhhhhh
Our host nearly rolls his rotund body as he bounces out from the backstage, his stubby legs not doing such a good job of keeping that bulky torso properly balanced and he near slips before catching himself on his toes. “Whew!” He wipes his forehead. “Thanks for joining us again, viewers! I know I’ve been impressed with the excitement coming in from all over the galaxy and-” He tampers off, looking to the crew backstage before turning to the camera. “Uh… Are we supposed to be live? It seems our studio audience hasn’t really gathered…”
His confusion is understandable, as the stadium seating of beyond five-thousand reclining seats built for pounding of several hundred space tonnes are near completely empty, with the exception of two seats in the centre. Those centre seats are being occupied by one rather bored looking Vorpyr princess, leaning on her palm with her sparkling emeriamond crown tilted to one side. She lets out a sigh, her pure green eyes looking down to her big fleshy breasts contrasted with her scaly snake tail lower half, but the host doesn’t think she’s upset by her perky and leaking knockers.
Her stomach, after all, is swollen enough to occupy the row in front of her, and there seems to be quite the commotion going on inside with a faint sound of panting, moaning and gurgling.
“Uh…” The host takes off his hat, and approaches closer. “You’re a Vorpyress, right?”
“Yeah…” She slithers out from her lips and forked tongue, kind of giving a eye-roll which isn’t so much as rude as just juvenile. Though such actions shouldn’t be too surprising considering the species’ lifespans, Vorpyrs were teenagers for hundreds of years. “And this?” She points at the bulging midsection nearly large as her. “Is my entire 200-member family, currently having the time of their lives…”
”Right…” The host furrows his brow a bit, obviously trying to remember his ‘alien biology’ class from cosmos school. “Why don’t you refresh our audience on the workings of your species?”
”Fine.” She again rolls her eyes before uncrossing her arms. “But being an ambassador to my culture is crap, okay?” A little grumbling comes from her constantly moist lips before shrugging. “Look, my race likes to fuck, so we’re all fans of Fillerton, obs, right?” She taps her scaly claws on her stomach like a table. “But, we like being swallowed as well, as the digestive fluids inside of us is the ultimate aphrodisiac, so it’s almost unheard of for Vorpyrs and Vorpyresses to fuck anywhere else!” She lifts her left hand to reveal a raygun looking thing. “This is our special shrinking gun but guess which princess drew the shortest freaking straw? And if that wasn’t bad enough, once everyone else in the studio audience saw that a Vorpyress was inviting people to fuck in her stomach, my mom nagged me to shrink them and eat them too to be ‘hospitable’.” She sticks her tongue out and hisses. “It’s snakeshit!”
”So…” The host tilts his head. “You’re not happy that they’re fucking inside of you and you just have to sit here by yourself.”
“Bingo, host-dude!” Those claws snap before going back to grumble. “I mean, what’s the freaking point of being at a Fillerton filming if I can’t get my three dicks wet?” Muffled sounds of slurpy slithering echoed beneath her whole stomach as she sighs. “Oh well… At least I look sexy as shit across the universe.” She put on her sunglasses and leaned back. “Just… You’d better start the show soon, okay? I had to swallow quite the amount of monitors in order for them to watch the show from my stomach.”
“Why did you guys want to win tickets if you were just going to…?” Our host gives an eyeroll of his own before shaking his head. “You know what? I’m not going to judge. Just don’t eat my audience, okay?”
”Pffft.” She rolls her eyes. “We use photosynthesis, tiny-belly. Our stomachs haven’t been used for food for a billion years.”
Only for a second does he look at his own bulbous mid-section befor shrugging.“Anyways!” He claps his hands and spins back to centre stage. “For our non-studio audience, let’s get to the next stage of our program!”
The monitor currently centred on Whitman Lane zooms out from the infected street, but instead of zooming into another road, it continues to levitate around the town, emphasizing the local landmarks of the downtown, the university, the lake, and the shopping districts before zooming out again. Again, the sun sets and rises as time flies forward to the next day, the late-morning summer sun now hanging in the air as the usual day of rest, Sunday, is finally here. The beaches are beginning to fill up by the lake, strawberry bushes are colouring the local gardens red, outdoor farming markets are popping up and the smell of barbecues are now a constant along with the bells of bicycles.
“We’ve covered the tale of two streets well enough for now, and with another commercial break, we’re ready to explore the city more efficient than ever. However, making it Summer isn’t the only change we’re wanting to make this time! We’ve prepared a whole new challenge to show off all this city can offer. Instead of giving you the tried-and-done with yet another street, we’ve decided to take a much more interesting city-wide direction.”
Several paths around the many interlocking streets of Fillerton light up with distinctly different coloured lines. The yellow one makes a gentle circle before returning to its point of origins; the blue one makes quick lightning lines across town, jumping from place to place before finally heading home; the green one spirals out from the centre of town, seemingly satisfied to stop every so often; and the red one seems near desperate to escape, trying down several roads out of the town only to seemingly ‘pop’ back in the city centre.
“Everyday people, whether it’s for their job or pleasure, make journeys across the town and interacting with the local inhabitants.” He flicks a remote in his hand and the lines across town lose their logical movement, becoming more and more wild until they spiral and cross with each other and lose all kinds of sense. “What we aim to do is use their usual routes to explore the town with them, but make sure there are lots of stops for the most erotic of corruptions, unwittingly spreading the chaos across Fillerton” The wild lines return to their usual calm route as the host continues. “Naturally, all of these people will have their destinations to get to, but they’ll find it quite difficult to do what they expect when we, *ahem*, keep interrupting, eh viewers?”
He pauses to ham it up for the camera, but the princess is hardly impressed from the audience. “Oh my fuck, just start already!”
There’s some grumbling beneath his breath but nothing audible before he goes back to booming his voice. “Let’s do a little set up, shall we?”
The yellow line brightens up as the others fade away, bringing up a picture of a young woman exiting the front door in her summer workout gear.
“One popular past time of humans is something they call ‘yogging’ or ‘jogging’, we’re not sure of the pronunciation, but for some reason these humans like getting all tired and sweaty from something besides hot steaming sex. One of these jogging-afficianados in town is Camilla “Cammy” Limona, an innocent girl with a heart nearly as large as her love running around the same route everyday. She’ll want to get home as usual, but she might find herself a little more distracted today! We’ll be making sure that she deviates from her routes in the most interesting of ways, but you’ll have to stay tuned to find out how!”
The next line to be highlighted is blue one, the yellow line receding back into the road as a picture of a young man stirring in bed as sunlight piercing the blinds.
“Of course, not everyone going across town is doing it of their own desire. Hundreds of humans in every city on the globe seem to be some kind of ‘portage-servant’ for other people who don’t want to leave their habitat. No teleporters here as the upper-crust instead tap on the screen and get these servants to deliver it to them. Gene Moss is one of these ‘couriers’ and though he doesn’t have much passion for the job, he’s never late with a delivery. He’s quite the dependable guy with big dreams, but what happens when he finds out exactly what he’s been delivering around in the town of Fillerton? We’ll make sure that those items are beyond sexy, but you have to make sure to keep watching to what kind of craziness he’s unwittingly unleashing!
Next the green line, a picture displaying probably the dorkiest alien around with four thumbs up and a big smile.
“Let’s not limit the fun to just human citizens of our town! We’ll introduce him in just a second, but it’s finally time we allowed our contest winner for the ‘FUCK FILLERTON-contest’ a little time in the spotlight! Our fan, Fylxyxx will be allowed to tour around Fillerton and interact with locals with total immunity, and he’s super excited to give a go! In fact, just between you and me, the guy is totally in a breeding mood and you certainly don’t want to miss him try to knock up the entire town of Fillerton!”
Finally, the red line, and the picture shows a human family arguing in what seems to be the town centre of Fillerton
“Now, for our final trekkers in and around Fillerton, you folks at home may not know about this fact, but not long before filming this show, we found a rather irritating human family, the Rutherfords, trying to actually find Fillerton! It was surely a terrible coincidence on their part, but we simply couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste by allowing this desperate-to-escape family run around the town we’ve created. Imagine, this family of four stuck in our little corrupting playground and the fun we’ll have watching them try, and fail, to actually get anywhere! My goodness my lips are already wet from the possibilities!”
He snaps his fingers to ensure that his audience of one is listening. “Of course, there’s one more big difference between the priors streets and this one, and that’s the fact that we’re going to explain our ‘corrupting technology’ a little less this round. In the city we’ve created/released/constructed/introduced quite the corrupting influences in the city, but we want you the viewer to discover the madness with the character. All we can say is that they won’t be quite the reality manipulators of Richmann Road, these four being more passive targets for our corruption than giving them any control with these items. Though that isn’t to say you won’t know more than these silly humans, as you are the viewers after all, but you’ll find that the many corrupting elements have twists and turns you would never be able to guess.
Crossing his arms, he nods. “Anyways, we should probably do a quick summary to ensure we’re all clear on what’s going on.”
-Follow individuals across the town of Fillerton as they tumble from situation to situation!
-Choose four characters to follow: The innocent jogger Cammy Limona, the aloof courier Gene Moss, the horny alien tourist Fylxyxx, or the lost and desperate Rutherford family.
-In the late Sunday morning of Summer, we’ve released multiple crazy influences in the city for our characters to deal with, and you’ll find out with the characters how it works exactly.
-All will have their goals in mind as they bounce from hijinks to hijinks. Will they ever achieve it? Will they ever be the same? That’s up to you!
“So, we good?” He folds his hands and pulls the speaker out of his ear, quite sick of his producer yelling at him today. “Everyone ready?” He taps the screen. “I mean.. You might have too much fun with these scenarios!” He taps on the screen and immersive virtual reality is engaged!
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