Pink Planet

by Jon R. Meyers

  Milo nodded his head, “Fucking-A-right, man.”

  “How’d you get here?” Flea asked, without looking outside to see if Kat’s car was there or not.

  “Kat,” Milo said.

  “Think we can ride up there with her? Snouk is dead tired, man,” Flea said, pointing to Snouk still passed out in the corner. All eight of Snouk’s legs dangled in the air above him and was lying on his back and snoring.

  “Should be alright. Let me ask.”

  Milo yelled at Kat and made a driving motion with his hands like he was driving a steering wheel, “Ride?”

  “I guess. But hurry-up I got tons of shit to do,” Kat said, mumbling under her breath. “And by tons of shit, I mean, Brad.”

  “Thanks, babe,” Milo said.

  Kat, Milo, and Flea were off to Jimmy’s to finally pick up Pink Planet.

  “It has been a long time coming, man,” Milo said, excited.

  Flea patted him on the back, “I know, and, today is the day, man. Let’s do this shit.”

  Flea got into the backseat of the car and the three of them were off to Jimmy’s like a bad habit.

  Chapter 4

  “Whattup, Kat,” Flea said, from the backseat.

  “Hey,” Kat said, with no energy in her voice, while focusing hard on driving as fast as she could to Jimmy’s.

  “I think you get prettier every time I see you,” he said to her, checking out her cleavage in the rearview mirror. Kat was wearing a black tank top, and from where Flea was, the goods looked great.

  Milo chuckled, “Hey, she’s mine. Back off, bro” he said.

  “I know, man. I know,” Flea replied.

  “Well, thanks,” Kat said, sarcastically, “I’m almost blushing inside…”

  Flea thought about it for a second, still staring at her in the mirror, “I bet you are,” he thought to himself.

  Kat didn’t care what either of them were saying. She was still thinking about sexting Brad. His dick was so big and perfect. Plus, he’s a quarterback, she thought.

  The three of them turned off of Brad’s street onto N. Calumet. They drove past a row of abandoned strip malls. A couple of homeless people on the street were directing traffic like zombies. Two trash humpers were on the opposing corner, selling packs of store bought candy for minimalistic profit. Flea lived in the older section of Hopesfall, MA. The poverty stricken post-industrial wasteland, as far as Kat was concerned, was a sight for sore eyes.

  Kat was a snob like that. Not just about money and cosmetics, about life and its’ lack of normalcy too. Kat believed people were people, but it didn’t mean that everyone had to do all of these cliché people things. Milo and Kat could agree on this most of the time, but, there were motivational problems galore.

  “So you two lovebirds bring enough protection?” Kat said, chuckling.

  “Sure did,” Flea fired back at her, playfully. Milo laughed, still thinking about finally having a copy of Pink Planet in his possession. The thought of it almost gave him a boner.

  Flea liked Kat but it was complicated. Flea always told Milo that if they broke up, he’d take her off of his hands. A big ass and a nice rack like that was something Flea could get used to. But, complicated, in a sense that, he’d always reiterate about what a stuck up bitch she really was. Milo would usually agree. Flea would disagree and then at a later moment come back to the same terms.

  Milo didn’t really know what he wanted out of life, or further, out of a relationship. He liked the concept of a stable long-term relationship. That he did know. He also liked the continuous conversation, the comforting company. He liked the consistent reassurance of having someone there for him to rely on and have sex with. He was the kind of person that always worried about catching sexually transmitted diseases, even with a condom on. So one-night stands and sleeping around according to him were perilous. Kat was everything that he ever needed and he loved her. Plus, she had nice feet.

  Opposites attract and fall in love and all that.

  Kat turned the white Oldsmobile off of N. Calumet onto Roosevelt as the stop light changed from red to green.

  “At least it’s nice outside,” Kat said, as she noticed the leaves had started to grow back in the trees. She like how they bordered the sidewalks and streetlights in town.

  “Yeah, it really is,” Flea said.

  Milo nodded his head and said, “Yep…”

  There was an awkward moment of silence before Milo pointed to State Street, “Turn there,” he said.

  “What? No? That’s not how you get there. It’s totally faster if you take Marquette,” Kat snapped back at him.

  “No it isn’t. It’s going to take like fifteen minutes longer this way and there is construction on Fifth Street,” Milo said.

  “He’s right,” Flea added.

  Kat gripped the steering wheel and tried to keep calm. These two morons were infuriating her as she was driving. She placed a cigarette between her big, juicy lips and lit it, “No, it fucking isn’t.”

  “Yes it is,” Milo and Flea said in unison, trying not to laugh at Kat’s current state of uncontrollable humility.

  “You two assholes want to drive?” Kat asked, taking a puff of her cigarette.

  “Can I bum one of those?” Flea asked, being pulled in by the seductive aroma.

  Flea didn’t even smoke. He was too aroused by the way Kat looked when she smoked. The tip of the cigarette filter rested in her mouth, between her perfect lips. Flea watched the smoke roll through her long, dark hair. He kind of wished that it was his dick in her mouth. He wished that it was his dick in her mouth while Kat was wearing pigtails. Like at the party when he met Milo and Kat, and she had those long, sexy pigtails in her hair. Better yet, Flea wished that he could build a time machine, go back in time, and go back to the party, and put his dick in her mouth.

  “You don’t even smoke,” Kat said, annoyed.

  Milo turned around and looked at Flea like, “What the fuck?”

  “What? It just sounds good…” Flea said, laughing.

  “Well, fuck that. I only have one left,” Kat said, thinking in the back of her mind that she was going to need it after Brad fucked her, again.

  There was something about anal sex that was highly erotic to Kat. And ass to mouth was like the best thing ever. Kat was one sick puppy in the sack. She imagined Brad’s letterman jacket slapping up against her ass. She thought maybe she’d get lucky and he’d nail her so hard that his testicles would smack the lips of her vagina and add to the pleasure. She thought about him hitting it so hard that when he came, she wouldn’t be able to tell if it was his cum dripping down her thigh, or if it was her blood. There was something about good sex that made blood hot and enticing. According to Kat, blood was the color of a rose, and Kat’s vagina, when being pounded by him (or, anyone for that matter) was like a wet flower petal after it rained. Her vagina oozed for hot all-star quarterbacks and their sexy letterman jackets.

  “Which way?” Kat asked, having a hard time focusing.

  “I told you back there,” Milo snapped, adding, “Turn left here. It’s a shortcut. Up Fourth to the light, make a left, and a right again at the light, we’ll be back on Roosevelt. Jimmy’s is like ten minutes from there on Erie.”

  “Alright, boss,” Kat said, sarcastically.

  Flea was still looking down Kat’s shirt in the mirror. She knew it, too. This made her want to try and over emphasize her upper body movements so that her tits shifted for him just right, while she purposely drove over shallow pot holes because they’d make them jump up and down like a trampoline. Flea loved every sloppy second of it. Although he could see through Kat like she was a pair of lenses. He often imagined the three of them in a mina-ja-twa. He pictured his penis in her ass, while watching her blow Milo. He also imagined her driving his stick with her mouth like a set of motorcycle handlebars.

  Flea wanted nothing more than to motorboat Kat. And, for the most part, he thought that Milo would be into that sort of thing. But
he wouldn’t like it until he tried it and he’d never go for it. There was nothing quite like a set of friends that could ram each other’s girlfriends— together. Now that was true love.

  “We almost there yet?” Kat asked, annoyed.

  “Yeah, like five minutes away, I think,” Milo replied.

  The three of them drove past the post office (which wasn’t even open yet) and then past Murphy’s. Murphy’s was Kat’s favorite bar. All of them went to Murphy’s though. It was one of the only mutual places Milo and Kat could ever agree on. The only downsides to Murphy’s were the overcrowded Friday and Saturday nights. Too many people, ridiculous drink specials, and it felt like a fucking high school reunion. Usually when the three of them would actually go out together—on those days, they’d end up deciding on Connor’s.

  “Fuck Murphy’s on a Friday or Saturday night,” Flea said, as they drove past it. Milo and Kat thought the exact same thing.

  “There it is!” Milo said, excited.

  Kat made a sharp turn into the shitty, gravel parking lot. The parking lot was packed.

  “Fuck dude, there’s a line,” Flea said, as he noticed the flock of drones in the parking lot. The wrapped around from one side of the building to the other.

  “Fuck…” Milo said, looking over at Kat.

  “What?” she asked. “No, I’m not waiting for you. You two should have brought Snouk. You knew it was going to be busy. I’ve got shit to do.”

  “Fine,” Milo said.

  Kat pealed out of the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust, and making a group of drone kids cough like they’d just smoked their first cigarette.

  Milo and Flea made their way to the back of the line.

  “And, now we wait…” Milo said, hanging his head. It looked like it was going to be an hour or two before they’d even make their way inside.

  “And, now we wait…” Flea said, kicking a rock at the garbage can. It almost hit the fat kid standing next to it.

  The anticipation was killing them dead.

  Chapter 5

  Jimmy’s was a madhouse. The press had caught wind of the release date and stirred up even further controversy. There were a couple of miscellaneous UHF Channel news crews, cops with their stupid, bright flashing lights, and of course the bible thumpers. One of them was holding a sign that read, “Pink Planet is the FUCKING Devil…” Flea pointed at another sign, it read, “Worship Pink Fluffy Pussy Juice and Ejaculate into Satan’s Mouth…”

  “Whatever that means…” Flea said, laughing hysterically before catching another sign that read, “Pink Planet Sucks Cock-Dick”.

  Milo had to laugh at that one, “What does that even mean?” he asked Flea, shaking his head.

  “I don’t know, man. These Christians are fucking bizarre.”

  Kat pulled up outside of Brad’s house. He had his own studio apartment. His place was covered with cans of Strokes Beer and empty pizza boxes. There were also a couple of used condoms stuck to his ceiling.

  “Heyyyy,” Kat said, as she latched both her arms around Brad’s waist. She pulled herself up to him, close enough to where her vagina could rub up against his penis, “Did I just feel em’ twitch?” Kat asked, playfully, before going for his pleather belt.

  “I want to put it in my mouth…” she said.

  Brad chuckled a bit before Kat’s cock-craving force was strong enough to push him back towards his cum-stained couch. Somehow he managed to slam the door shut with his foot as she jumped into his arms.

  Kat pushed him backwards onto his ass. His erection scraped the top of his blue jean zipper, as Kat took her shirt off and slammed her tits in his face.

  “I want you to fuck me now,” she said, as she ripped his jeans and boxers off of him in quick motion.

  She slammed her gaped mouth onto his hard shaft, scraping the roof of her mouth all the way down into her throat.

  Kat chuckled, “Tee-hee-hee, it tickles,” she said to him, gagging.

  “Does it?” Brad asked, grabbing her head back and shoving it towards his cock, “Does that tickle?”

  “Mmmhmmm, it tickles,” Kat mumbled, through his thick hard shaft foaming fuck penis, as spit dripped out like foam on the side of her mouth, down his penis, and onto his pubic hair ball sack.

  “Dude, it’s been like forty-five minutes,” Flea said, growing more impatient by the second.

  Milo and Flea moved up a little bit in line but still had a while to go before they’d even get inside.

  “I spy something Pink,” Milo said, making an attempt to kill some time. Sometimes he thought Flea had one of the worst cases of A.D.D. he’d ever seen.

  Flea looked around, thinking, “Hmmm, that chick’s panties?” he asked.

  “Nope,” Milo said, “Something bigger. A lot bigger. Like the biggest.”

  “Something pink?” Flea thought to himself, looking around more seriously, trying to focus on anything and everything that may remotely resemble something with a pink stature.

  “Oh, the planet,” he said, with a childlike smile on his face.

  “Ding-Ding,” Milo said, resembling a game show buzzer like in The Price Is Wrong, “Fucking. Pink Planet. Man…”

  “Fuck me in my ass,” Kat said to Brad.

  Brad had Kat flipped around, her wet vaginal fluids soaking his lips, while she still went to Mouthtown on his dick.

  “Not yet,” Brad replied, breathing heavier by the second, “Not yet…”

  “I WANT IT NOW!” Kat roared. She was like a female dog in heat when she got in the moment. Brad couldn’t tell if he was scared, or if he liked it.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, slamming her lockjaw down further, he could feel the scales in her throat. “Do you like that? Do you?” he said, creepily.

  Kat loved it and screamed, “Now!”

  Brad pushed her off of his dick and bent her down over the arm of the couch. Kat’s ass dangled over the side of it.

  “Spank me,” she said.

  Brad spanked her hard, leaving a red imprint of his hand across both cheeks.

  He got on his knees and licked her asshole, before slamming his erection into it.

  Kat moaned, “Uhhhhh, yeah.”

  Brad taunted her, “Do you like it when I pull it out real slow and jab it back in there. Back in your dirty ass, you dirty little slut.”

  Kat still moaning louder by the second replied, “Uhhhhh, yes… I… Do….”

  Her deep fuck voice radiated in the bedroom sky, as Brad’s sweaty nine inch dick pierced her dirty cum creamed arseway.

  A couple of hours later, Flea and Milo were finally inside of Jimmy’s. To their left a montage of porn clips blared on a widescreen high definition TV projection screen. The moaning blared at them in surround sound. The bass rumbles shook the floor with each orgasmic clip. To their right a group of girls from the Hopesfall Lifeguard Association. They were sporting their blood red bikinis. Milo went to school with one of the girls, Brandy. One time she got double penetrated at a frat party. Milo had heard through the grapevine. Although, after hearing that, he sort of naturally seemed to lose respect for her, there was something about a chick fucking two dicks that just seemed scandalous to him. Next to her were two other hotties flaunting their goods. Lifeguard sashes also draped over one of their tits and swoop down to their crotch—like some sort of Miss America pageant.

  Milo and Flea stared at them, both thinking (A) I’m getting aroused right now and these girls are hot as fuck and (B) if this were a competition I bet Brandy would win, not because she looked better than the other girls, but because they bet that she’d have already had sex with both of the sweaty teenage drone kids hosting the event next to them. And if she didn’t, by the end of the night, she’d probably bend over and stick her ass up in the air, while blowing the other one while he popped the other’s zits. She’d totally like it when the zit juice splattered on her face like semen. Brandy just looked like one of those girls. All. Over. Her. Face.

  Next to them was a pack of drone
kids dressed up like comic book characters. Captain Spandex, Spiderboy, and Judge Head. They were dancing and gallivanting around in unison, while shooting imaginary fireballs across the room. They had lots of energy and their mechanical movements were flawless and well-rehearsed.

  “Have a nice day,” Melanie said. She was Jimmy’s daughter. The place was family owned and the best video game store in town.

  “Thanks,” Flea said, staring at the side of her ass being a pervert.

  “Thanks,” Milo said, in unison, trying to remain composure, for in his hands held the action-sex-packed video game that he’d been waiting for—for what seemed like ever, Pink Planet.

  Milo and Flea walked outside. They shoved past a flock of drone kids. Milo called Kat but she didn’t pick up. They needed a ride home. They waited a couple of minutes and called Kat a couple of more times to no avail.

  Kat never picked up.

  Chapter 6

  Pink Planet was released for the new NATARI system only. It was to feature (for the first time ever) sixty-nine fully controllable and interactive levels of hardcore porn scenes. The trailer on the net featured trashy, hot erotic clips starring Milo’s favorite pornstar, Molly Methhead. She was rubbing her tits together and moaning as two Japanese businessmen with no pants bashed their joysticks together in the background.

  The game was getting a lot of hype from Christian activists, sweaty perverts, and video game junkies alike from all over the world. Calling it one of the most perverted video games to ever hit the market. The bible thumpers absolutely hated it; protesting outside the NATARI headquarters day and night for over a year to stop the production of the game. They were preaching that the game was evil and possessed. Apparently some preacher from upstate New York had gotten his hands on it. Supposedly he got addicted to sex and videogames and turned into a raging alcoholic.

  Milo had heard about Molly Methhead’s involvement with NATARI and the production of the game and he knew had to have it. And if that wasn’t enough, it was also being rumored that in the last level of the game, if one were to score a sixty-nine hundred point fuck combo, a secret scene was to be revealed. A bonus level, in which, one would be able to fuck the shit out of Molly Methhead herself.