I feel I must warn you in advance that this flash may evoke unpleasant mental images.
If you are squeamish, easily disgusted, or easily offended then please stop reading NOW!
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“You have to stop forcing me to have sex.”
“Why? Don't you enjoy it?”
“Oh yeah, I enjoy it, but post-ejaculation escape is getting harder these days. I'm not getting any younger you know, and I'm losing too many legs to these monstrous females.”
“How many legs did you start out with?”
“Eighteen, and now I'm down to eleven, which wouldn't be too bad if they were a bit even-sided, but nine on one side and two on the other doesn't give a guy a sporting chance when trying to escape a hungry, post coital female fifteen times his size. If things continue in the same trend I only have two more romps, then all I'll be able to do is run round in circles, well, until my current playmate driven by her orgasm-induced appetite manages to grab hold of me that is.”
“You volunteered for the re-population programme. You signed the form. You should have read the small print, took more notice of the disclaimer. The future of the Polypod race depends on the success of this programme. Now stop wasting time, get in there and give it your all.”
“Okay, but just hang on a minute while I defecate and smear it all over myself.”
“Why would you want to do a disgusting thing like that?”
“I believe it may increase my chances of survival.”
“Well, if I'm not quick enough to make it out of there this time, she just might decide to spit me out because I don't taste too good.”
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.