Flex seemed to move faster, so he tagged him back in—stopping Rex’s clock at 4:38.
He ran Flex around grabbing two hot drone bitches at the same time. Flex was fucking them until they came, hard “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Milo said, while Flea sat eyes pried, watching and laughing at how into the game Milo was getting but, thinking the entire time how nice it was to see that he was alright. He was on top of the world right now.
Milo, controlling Flex leaned over one of the bikini babes, jabbed his dick into her ass, and fucked the shit out of her until he grabbed another one, before poop-shooting his load all over her. Another girl was eating that girl out and both of them got covered in semen. Two clusters of babes ran over to her and started licking the aftermath off of her.
3:20 remained on Flex’s clock.
Milo decided to give him a little break. He ran back over to Rex and tagged him in. He wasn’t as fast but he could power thrust harder. Rex was able to fuck three chicks at once with his big dick, rather than two. They’d disappear into cyberspace after they banged them.
Half of the bikini babes remained.
Rex stuck his dick in everything that moved.
“Get em’,’” Flea chanted, leaning forward to get a better look at the babes.
Ten more babes floated up into cyber space.
Fuck, semen, splash, tits, ass, fucking, vagina, mouth, cyber, fuck, anal, twat, cunt, pussy, vagina, wet, drip, fucking, nipple, licking, flesh, fucking, big dick, blowjob, foot fetish, lingerie, masturbate, best, ultimate, fuck action ever. Puddles of vaginal secretions and sperm covered the entire floor, leaving it looking like a bukkake marathon.
Rex’s clock sat at 2:20.
He tagged Flex back in. After his break, it seemed like he moved even faster as Milo ran him right into a large crowd of babes, power thrusting like there was no tommorow.
“Uhh, yeah!” The girls screamed.
A robot ran across the screen, stopped, pausing, before opening up fire on Flex and Rex with space lasers.
“What the fuck?” he said, running away from the multicolored beams of light.
Flea laughed, belligerently.
They ran circles away from the robot and made their way back to the final group left standing.
Time was running out.
A much larger robot appeared out of nowhere. It hovered out of the left corner of the screen and filled the screen.
Two big ass robots fired space lasers at them, “Fuck!” Milo said, bashing buttons.
“How do I kill em?” he asked.
Flea laughed, “I don’t know… I thought you just fuck chicks in this game.”
“Right,” he said, he hadn’t had to kill anything in the game, only sleep with them, “Maybe, you don’t…”
Milo kept bashing buttons, harder and faster. He ran Flex back into the final group of chicks. They were taking massive amounts of heat, as the robots continued firing away at them, “Pew, pew, pew…”
4600 points.
“What the fuck!?” Milo was starting to get pissed. He only needed a couple thousand more points, but time and girls were running out.
Flea felt his anxiety go up a couple of notches, “Damn, son,” he said.
I’m not going to make it, Milo thought to himself. He needed to figure out a way to kill the robots, “I bet I’d get tons of points if I killed those mother fuckers,” he said.
Flea agreed, “Yeah, dude. Try it…”
Time was running out.
Flex had 1:20 left on his clock.
Milo hit the A button to tag Rex back in and started hard fucking the girls, but was still taking heat, “Dammit!”
4,900 points.
Milo fucked the last two chicks with Flex’s dick. Cum sprayed in their faces, before they’d float off into oblivion and shit.
5, 860 points.
And all the girls were officially fucked.
“What the fuck!?” Milo screamed.
Flea laughed, “Damn, son,” he said, again, not really knowing what else to say.
Milo ran Flex out of time, sending him out into cyberspace like a corpse.
Rex was automatically tagged back into the gameplay. 1:15 remained on the clock.
Milo darted him back over to the remaining babes.
“Wait, did you see that?” Flea said.
“No, what?” Milo asked, “Quick!”
“He liked grabbed his dick or something. Do that again,” he said.
Milo tried simulating the directions and button combinations that he pressed prior, swinging and flailing some big naked dude around the screen, “Fuck!” Milo said.
“There,” Flea said. “That.”
Milo tried it again.
“Yeah, that,” he said said, watching and helping the best he could.
Milo got it.
He did it again, making Rex grab his own dick. He started to masturbate.
“Jack em’ off, dude,” Flea said.
Seconds later the power meter blinked on the lower right side of the screen, above it read, “WHACKOMETER”.
Milo had to jack Rex off, quickly without dying.
:59 seconds remaining.
Milo went to town. He was whacking Rex’s dick on the screen, the WHACKOMETER reading half. C’mon goddamnit! He thought to himself, pressing buttons like crazy trying to earn more points. He was getting so close.
“Get it, dude,” Flea said, noticing the meter was close. “Get it!”
:26 seconds left on the clock.
Milo aimed Rex’s cock in the same direction as one of the robots. He let out a huge “Urrarghhhhhh!” screaming at it as he shot giant load of semen all over the warehouse, the robots, and his own face.
“Yuck, man! That’s gross…”
Milo received a little over five-hundred points for each robot—bringing his level point total to a final, whopping 6,680 points.
“No! What the fucking fuck!” he screamed.
Whacktastic Masturbate Combo x2.
His overall points multiplied by two. Milo made it with flying numbers almost doubling the amount of points he needed to unlock the bonus scene.
“Fuck yes, son!” he said, turning to Flea who still had his eyes glued on the television set,” High-five!”
Flea extended his arm and hand out to Milo’s, connecting mid-air in one fluent and orgasmic motion, “Fuck yeah, shorty!” he said, laughing belligerently.
Milo and Flea chuckled together in unison like they were girlfriends.
“Dang, shorty,” Milo said, flicking Flea in the dick, laughing, and, for a second, even considered tea-bagging him. His testosterone levels were through the roof; jumping for joy when the screen read BONUS LEVEL.
“Awe, shit,” Milo said, getting antsy.
Flea watched his excitement boil over.
“You know what that means…”
Flea knew but humored him anyways, “What’s that?” he asked.
“Molly Methhead…”
Pink Planet would go down in Milo’s history book as the best game ever created.
And he just beat that fucking shit to death.
The Bonus Scene
Molly Methhead laid on the bed in the middle of a real-life porn set. The camera walks in (like its’ on a roller stand) point of view style.
She’s on the bed rubbing her clit.
Milo can’t help but to realize how perfect she looks.
“Damn,” he said, already getting a boner. The hardest boner, ever.
The camera creeped into the room and up towards the bed, hovering above Molly Methhead’s nappy hair, before zooming in on her clit as she rubbed it ferociously.
“Hey you,” she said, erotically, moaning.
“Uhhhh!” She swayed her hips from side to side while licking her lips. “You know you want to fuck me.”
Nothing else in the world mattered to Milo.
He hit the A button on the NATARI controller and initiated the gameplay.
His jaw dropped to the floor wh
en a cock slid out from underneath the camera lens, virtual sex style.
He moved the joystick, controlling the cock to hover above her before slapping her stomach with it a few times. It was getting harder.
“I’m gonna warm you up,” he whispered toward the television set, “And then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you and cum all over your big perfect tits…finally.”
Milo swung the cock around teasing her, “You gotta wait for it,” he said, “You’ve been a bad girl… not letting me see you like this for all these years. I waited forever for you,” he said, as he slammed the drone cock into her loose vagina. It is the perfect wet, Milo thought, as he began penetrating the cock in and out of her glory hole.
He pretended the dick on the screen was his, as he penetrated her. He was moving the joystick in slow, controlling hard thrusts, savoring the moment, and feeling as if he’d died and just went to heaven. He pulled out and jabbed it between her tits.
“You like that, baby?” she said, spitting down between her tits, “that better?” bubble spit fuck pumping between her god tits.
Molly Methhead squeezed them together and pushed the dick out. It rested on top of her, before she flipped backwards and upside down, bending her neck forward and making face-time with it. She pushed it hard and deep into her throat, gagging. In and out, slow motion swirls, deep throat, balls in the mouth, licking the computer generated asshole that Milo was currently pretending was his.
Molly Methhead was a professional. That’s for sure, Milo thought, watching every drip and detail; while thinking if he ever had the chance to really be with her (or, be able sleep with her for real) he could die a happy man. But, for him, at least right now, this was close enough. It would be all he would ever probably get from her—and that was okay with him.
Milo started to get sad thinking that at some point the level would end. All good things come to an end, it was life. But, in this moment, there was nothing else in the world that he wanted more than spending the evening with his all-time favorite pornstar.
Molly Methhead grabbed the dick with her hands and slapped it a couple of times. She got up all fours, spit on it again, and continued crawling like a cat.
“Meow,” she whispered to the dick.
Milo watched in awe as he had virtual intercourse with her, fantasizing about her every move, watching her tits bounce on the screen, watching her throat collect spit, wishing that she was there in that room with him, and that the spit collecting in her mouth would be spat back onto him. All over him. He jammed the joystick back and forth, throwing every combo he knew at her, making her ride him like a pony, backwards, forwards, missionary, reverse cowgirl, all the positions he’d learned in the game—he used on her the best he knew how.
“Uhhhh!” she screamed.
“METH-IN-ATOR” popped up on the screen. It was gauging how close she was to cumming.
She was getting close.
He thought about cumming first and failing the mission on purpose. But, what if he wouldn’t see her again. He’d have to play the entire game over to get back to her. He couldn’t risk it.
He kept jabbing the dick in and out of her while she screamed, moaning “Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!” He was giving her the ride of her life (so to speak).
And just like that it happened…
Molly Methhead came, bucking like a freight train on the dick, spraying her chick semen into the lens of the camera, exploding her sticky white vaginal aftermath out of her body hole everywhere while looking like she was in the middle of having a seizure.
Milo wanted to stop and start dog-housing her vagina, but the game wouldn’t let him do it.
He thought about cumming all over her tits, but the game wouldn’t let him do that either.
“What the fuck?” Milo said, bashing buttons like a mother fucker.
Milo watched as she stood up, dripping. She looked exhausted. Her hair was a mess, makeup smeared, and her smile—it was big and wide enough to fix world hunger. She bent over and put her hand up to her face, making an overly cute gesture, like a curtsy, followed by an erotically cuddly giggle, before blowing a kiss into the camera.
The screen faded out into nothingness.
Credits.
No, it’s over! He thought to himself, wishing that if he closed his eyes and opened them, Molly Methhead would be there in front of him, in the flesh, in Hopesfall, MA right there with him.
He wasn’t ready for this to be over but it was. This depressed the shit out of him; like everything around him in the world was crumbling. From here on out nothing would ever matter. His feelings and emotions crumbled harder than the credits on the screen. He hung his head down toward the floor of his bedroom and put his head in his hands.
A cold tear formed, fell out of his eye, dripped down his cheek, and rolled down past the corner of his mouth, as he mumbled two words. Two words mumbled through his sniffles that he was bound to never forget… Pink Planet.
About The Author
Jon R. Meyers is an author at Dynatox Ministries based out of East Borneo, New Jersey. His work has appeared in a number of various publications in Cult, Horror, and Weird Fiction realms. Jon is twenty-nine years old and currently resides in the murky depths of Northwest Indiana.
For more information please feel free to visit him at
Jonrmeyers.wordpress.com
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