Pink Planet

by Jon R. Meyers

  Milo tried this once (in his teenage years) like most other teenagers do out of curiosity. The first time he masturbated ever was insane. He’d tried fucking the hose of the vacuum cleaner but he hadn’t worked up enough stamina yet and got hurt. So, then, he tried the lotion until it came out all over his hand, and like trying his feces once (the first time he’d got poop on his own hand) he put his finger up to his mouth and licked it before swallowing it. He remembered gagging and puking like crazy that night. It was then, that, Milo decided that cum and dudes were just not for him. Milo was straight as an arrow. No dicks, no pricks, salad tossing at the jailhouse for him. Plus, he thought if he ever had to go to jail (for whatever reason)—he’d be better off killing himself anyway—because fuck that.

  “Hey, man,” Flea said, barging back into Milo’s bedroom.

  Milo was still playing Pink Planet and sitting in front of television set.

  Flea noticed the spilled stack of Molly Methhead’s centerfolds sprawled out across the bed,” Dude, what happened? Sharknado?”

  Milo laughed and shook his head, not owning up to lazily whacking at it after checking out the hot Geisha.

  Flea laughed, “Well, dude… Listen, so, there’s like this thing tonight… And, you should come,” Flea said, hesitantly and not wanting to mess up his master plan.

  “What kind of thing?” Milo asked, uninterested already.

  Flea was really going to have to try harder to get him to come out of the house and away from that game.

  “Uhmmm, like this really cool thing. An event…” he said.

  “Uhmmm, what kind of event?” Milo asked.

  “A porn event,” Flea said, fumbling some of the other subjects he’d already thought about, but he went big, “Molly Methhead is going to be there…” Flea told him, lying through his teeth.

  Milo paused the game and looked at Flea instantly, “Really?”

  “Yeah," he said, thinking, “Shit, he’s going to get pissed when he shows up and she’s not there…” But it’ll be worth it, he thought to himself.

  Milo was going to get pissed when he showed up anyway. “Yeah, man… totally. We should go. I can get us in for free too…” he said.

  “Okay, I’m in,” Milo said, smiling as big as Molly Methhead’s tits floating on top of the ocean.

  “Sweet!” Flea said, “Me and Snouk will be here at like four. We need to get there by like five.”

  “That’s a big 10-4,” Milo said, starting to block out anything that was coming out of Flea’s mouth after they’d set up their play date.

  Master plan, check, Flea thought to himself.

  Milo went back to playing his game. He tried calling Kat a couple of times, but his efforts were to of no avail.

  Flea left Milo’s skipping and jumping all the way back to Snouk, he saddled em’ up, and rode off into the sunset.

  Flea got home around 3:00 pm and decided to take a nap. Snouk, too.

  Meanwhile, Kat was dressing up for her rendezvous with Brad in the alley. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted to wear. She wanted to look cute. She wanted to look hot for Brad. Brad always fucked her better when he thought she looked hot. Kat spent the next couple of hours trying on erotic outfits. Outfits that either made her ass look too fat, or her tits pop hard. She tried on a number of roleplaying getups too.

  “Nah,” Kat said, looking in the mirror as she tried to pull off some Xena Warrior Princess action.

  She hung her head down, “I need the perfect outfit,” She was being really hard on herself, “No, bitch. Not that.” And saying stuff like, “What the fuck are you going to do with this on? Just blow him until he cums in your face… No thanks!”

  She searched and searched for the perfect outfit, “Yes!” finally, she said,” That’s it!”

  She looked in the mirror, her pleated school girl skirt, and her skimpy white button up that she usually wore for the teach, but not today, no, today she’d be Brad’s little spank me up in the classroom. It was the same outfit that Molly Methhead wore in half her videos online.

  She adjusted her tits up, positioning them more comfortably in her bra, “Yup, check…”

  After that she flipped through two drawers full of panties, throwing them every which way, “No, no, no,” she said.

  “There it is…” Kat said, grabbing her tiny black G-string, the same G-string she always wore with Brad, cum-stains and everything. Kat slipped on her panties, and pulled up her skirt, as she viewed herself in the mirror, “Something is missing…” she thought to herself, Something. She was over analyzing her body from head to toe. She needed to look perfect. She stared into the mirror like she would if she were playing Bloody Mary (like she used to). Kat thought Mary was hot, bloody and everything, she’d spend hours a day trying to summon that old cunt, sometimes nine or ten times a day. Kat liked looking at her sexually though. She’d close her eyes, say her name three times, and wait for her to appear. Then she’d open them up really quickly and try to look down her shirt before she flew out of the mirror into her face. She usually knocked her down onto her ass.

  Kat felt her vagina twitch a couple times while looking at herself in the mirror. She puckered up and kissed it. Then stood back a little and blew a kiss at her reflection, “I’d fuck me,” she said, before getting excited, running to her car, and jumping in it. She was headed to the meeting spot. She wanted to be there on time because the sooner she got there, the sooner she’d get her ass licked. Of course, she’d probably have to give Brad a blowjob first. This was a risk Kat was willing to take.

  Flea pulled up outside of Milo’s house on Snouk.

  “C’mon, man… Let’s go!” Flea said, pounding on the door, rapidly. He was getting nervous.

  A couple of moments later, Milo came treading up the stairs. He slipped his shoes on by the door. He was still smiling from head to toe. He was excited to see Molly Methhead in person, finally. It was one of the things he’d always wanted to do before he died. Well, that… and have sex with her.

  “Hey, man,” Milo said to Flea, smiling up those big pearly whites in his face, “Let’s go!”

  Milo and Flea both hopped on Snouk’s back and hit the town. Destination: the alley where Kat fucked Brad and Flea watched and got a boner and felt bad.

  “Faster, boy,” Flea said to Snouk, jabbing him in his side a little. Snouk rolled his eight little spider eyes at him like, “Don’t kick me mother fucker.”

  “Dude, I hope she looks like she did on the cover of Busty Bus. Her tits were fit, man,” Milo said.

  “Yeah, man,” Flea said, starting to really feel for Milo, starting to question himself and his motives. Is this even a good idea? Maybe he shouldn’t tell him, or, in this case, show him, what was going on between Kat and Brad. Maybe he should just let the natural order of things take its’ toll and let the sleeping dogs lie. But, maybe, he shouldn’t. Nah, fuck that, he thought to himself.

  He was too scatterbrained over the scenario and it bothered him entirely too much. He had to tell him. He should’ve told him already.

  “Where’s Molly going to be?” Milo asked, getting curious.

  “Uhmmm, there’s like this weird tent thing in this alley. Something about an R.V… She’s supposed to be there signing autographs, and doing a photo-shoot with some new big dick pornstar.

  “Cool,” Milo said, “I can’t wait to see her.”

  Flea’s stomach sank as the two of them neared the spot. He’d never seen Milo this excited about anything in his life. He thought about Kat’s reaction too. Which in return made him think about her and Brad that day. He had to do it. Kat’s mouth on his stick shift. So low, he thought to himself, I have to.

  It was two minutes to 5:00 pm when they pulled up into the alleyway. Snouk got them there quick.

  Kat was already there. She was fixing her hair in the rearview mirror and putting on red lipstick. She mimicked blowing Brad a kiss and whispered, “I’d hit it,” and nodded her head creepily to an imaginary beat, as she rocked
her body.

  “I don’t see anybody,” Milo said, looking around in all directions, “nobody?”

  Flea started to explain, “A-c-t-u….”

  Milo interrupted, “Is that Kat?”

  Here we go, Flea thought to himself but didn’t say anything, not yet.

  “It is…” Milo looked confused, “What the fuck?”

  “Snouk, stop…here.” Flea said, chaining him up to the bike rack in the alleyway next to a dumpster.

  Snouk rolled his eyes like, “C’mon, you have to be kidding me with this right now.”

  “Let’s go say hi,” Flea said.

  “Yeah, let’s…”

  Milo and Flea walked up to Kat’s car door. She hadn’t seen them yet.

  Milo knocked on her window.

  Kat jumped, dropping her red lipstick onto her trashy white button up, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Kat asked, belligerently.

  Flea smiled and stood back to the side.

  Kat looked over at him and glared.

  Flea smiled.

  “What are you doing here?” Milo asked.

  “Uhmmm, nothing…” she said.

  Flea laughed, “Nothing my ass, bitch.”

  “Don’t call her that,” Milo said, looking at Kat, confused.

  “Seriously, what are you doing here?” Kat demanded, she was pissed.

  “We’re just hanging out and I saw you over here,” he said, as he looked over at Flea.

  “Yeah?” Kat asked.

  “Yep…”

  Flea butted into the conversation, “So, what are you doing here Kat?”

  Milo listened like a hawk swooping in on its’ prey.

  “Meeting anyone specific?” he said, drilling her, making her nervous, trying to get her to snap on him, “Like someone with a fancy fucking red sports car or something?”

  “What?” Milo said, “What are you talking about, Flea?”

  “Ask her, not me, bro” he said.

  Milo looked at Kat with innocent eyes and Kat folded under pressure, “I’m supposed to meet Brad here.”

  “Brad?” Milo said, “who the fuck is Brad?”

  “That quarterback guy that said hi to me that one-time and you said you didn’t like him, because he smiled at me funny,” Kat said, trying to be honest now.

  “Yeah? Why?” Milo asked, starting to show some sort of anger in his voice.

  “I just am…” Kat said, hesitating from the truth.

  “Tell him why,” Flea said.

  “Wait, what? Flea? What’s going on?” Milo asked who was now staring directly at Flea. He needed some answers stat or he was going to flip out.

  “Ask her, man,” Flea said. “You didn’t want to believe me, so just ask her.”

  “Kat? What is going on?” Milo plead, confused. All of this situational conflict was making his head spin in circles, “please…”

  “Okay, Milo… But, don’t get mad. I’m supposed to meet Brad here and fuck him in his car, again…”

  Kat hung her head down. She knew how he’d feel and she felt horrible knowing this. “Is that what you wanted, Flea!?” she yelled at him.

  Flea stiffened up and replied, “Yep. That’s what I wanted. He needed to know what he was dealing with. And now he knows.”

  “WHAT!?” Milo screamed, “Wh- wh- what!?”

  “I’m sorry. It’s true,” she said. “He’s right. You should have listened to your best friend when he tried to tell you all those times,” Kat said, feeling horribly like the biggest piece of scum to ever walk the planet.

  “Yep,” Flea said, “she’s right about that…”

  Milo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His heart was pacing fast and full of anger. He was starting to get lightheaded and nauseous.

  “How long has this been going on?” he asked her. “How long have you been fucking him?”

  “A while,” Kat said, “I don’t know…”

  “Tell em’ the rest, Kat,” Flea demanded.

  “No, I can’t,” Kat said, starting to cry.

  “Good, cry it out, tell him the rest,” Flea demanded, again.

  Milo stared into Kat’s eyes watching her tears pour out from underneath her eyelids, smearing her makeup on her face, “Tell me, Kat,” he said.

  Kat looked terrified. She paused, hesitating, “Brad’s hasn’t been the only one…”

  Milo was in an all-out uproar, “WHAT!? THE FUCK!?” he screamed at her. “Who else?”

  “I don’t know, Milo. The teacher, that one guy, this other guy, and Brad, I guess,” she said.

  Milo couldn’t believe this. Inside his heart sank. He didn’t even want to be standing by this bitch anymore, “And?” he said, thinking maybe she’d just apologize or something.

  “And, there were forty-three other’s…” she said, officially feeling like a piece of dogshit.

  Milo started counting on his fingers, “43… one… two… three… four… 47!? Forty-seven fucking guys! Other than me!?” Milo screamed at the top of his lungs in her face.

  Flea put his hand on his shoulder, “You okay, man?” he asked him.

  “No, I fucking hate this bitch,” he said.

  “C’mon, let’s go,” Flea tried to calm Milo down.

  Milo stood staring at Kat. He knew it was over between them. He couldn’t ever look into her eyes the same as he did before all this. He knew what he had to do. He knew he had to walk away from her. But, it was so hard. Milo’s heart still sinking deeper into his chest, dorwning as his head continued to spin circles around everything.

  He looked into Kat’s eyes for what he hoped to be the last time, ever.

  “I might as well be looking at a ghost,” he said to her.

  “Let’s just go, bro,” Flea said, still trying to help.

  Milo stood there for a second. He wanted to watch her suffer a little more. He wanted her to know that she messed up and that she was going to regret it someday.

  Kat stared back at him and started to talk, “I’m… I’m sorry…” she said to him.

  Milo just stared back at her, watching her cry one teardrop after another flowing out of her eye sockets. He watched her lips quiver, while picturing them around forty-seven different dicks.

  “I hope you fucking choke on another dick you fucking cock-slut-fucking-whore-wasted-fucking-excuse-of-a-fucking-nothing-bitch-fucking-whore-fuck-ass-of-a-fucking-skank-bitch-fucking-CUNT!” he said to her, pointing his middle-finger directly in her face the entire time, before turning his back on her.

  Kat sat in the alley on the trunk of her car. She hung her head in her hands, crying the hardest she’d ever cried.

  I am a piece of shit, she thought to herself. Feeling the pain and agony in not only her face through her tears and salty pores, but, also in her beat up vagina—one can only get fucked so many times before that thing wears out. Kat’s days were numbered as far as that went.

  Milo and Flea got back on Snouk and hit the road.

  “Sorry, bro,” Flea said to him, “I didn’t know how to tell you. I figured you’d better just see it for yourself,” he said.

  “Thanks, man,” Milo said, sitting behind him and putting his hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man…”

  “You mad at me?” he asked.

  “Nah, man. I really mean it, thanks… I should’ve listened to you before,” Milo said. “But, I was kind of pissed that the Molly Methhead thing wasn’t for real. I thought I was going to see her in the flesh after all these years,” he said, laughing.

  Flea laughed too and said, “You will, man. You will. Wanna go back to your place and play Pink Planet?”

  Milo felt a hint of happiness consume him. Even after what had just happened with Kat.

  Milo paused for a second. “Hell yeah I do,” he said. “I’m about to beat that shit.”

  The two of them laughed together on the back of Snouk, while he spider-chugged it back down the road and all the way back to Milo’s house.

  “Let’s do this shit,” Flea
said, as the two of them laughed all the way downstairs to bedroom, fired up the NATARI, picked up the controller, and sat down like two lazy couch potatoes in front of a goddamn television set.

  Milo was on the final stage.

  Level 69.

  Chapter 20

  Milo pressed the A button to start the level.

  This is it, he thought to himself. The level that he’d been waiting for. It was the level that was rumored to be the last and final level. And also the level in which one was able to un-lock the bonus scene. The bonus scene was a fully-functional interactive fuck session with none-other than Milo’s all-time favorite pornstar, Molly Methhead.

  Milo pressed the A button again to activate the movie sequence.

  Flex and Rex walked in the door of a warehouse building. It looked like a raggedy old, abandoned warehouse. They looked like body builders, identical twins with blonde hair and blue eyes.

  “Those dudes are ripped like paper,” Flea said, chuckling.

  Inside the abandoned warehouse there were chicks in bikinis everywhere, hundreds of them.

  Flex and Rex shoved their way through hoards of hot bitches, before walking out into the middle.

  The girls watched them closely. The camera zoomed in on big tits everywhere, “Heyyy…” the girls all chanted in unison. A couple of them were making out on the side of the screen.

  Flex and Rex walked to the middle of the room and said, “Okay, now who wants to fuck us?”

  The girls roared like a wet symphony of war, “I do. I do.” “Let me at em’’, “I wanna fuck those sexy hunks!” they said, as a thick swarm of bikini babes rushed in and tackled them. The gameplay began with Flex and Rex buried underneath the pile of babes.

  Milo pressed the A button to push their way out of the sex pile.

  Rex paused, waiting in the middle. What? Milo thought to himself, before discovering that Flex and Rex could be simultaneously tagged in (controlling one at a time). When one or the other was tagged the player waiting, their clock would stop. Each of them had five minutes on the clock.

  Flex’s time stopped at 4:46.

  Rex’s at 5:00.

  “Sweet,” Milo said, realizing that he had, in total, ten minutes. But it wasn’t going to be easy. He had to fuck all of the bikini chicks in ten minutes or less, and, the clock was ticking.