It was her 16th Birthday, and she already knew more about the world than she ever wanted to know. She was carrying a bundle of kurrency that’d been given to her by relatives who had no idea what to get her, and opted to leave the buying entirely up to her, leaving all the trials and hazards of shopping in her capable hands.
It was just as well. What she had in mind wouldn’t be considered suitable for a family gathering.
She confidentially strode down the streets, until she entered a club in a seedy part of town that had a bad reputation, and prechance for dealing with salacious acts. But that was fine. That was what she was looking for.
On her way inside, she passed a stage where a pole extended from the ceiling to the floor was surrounded by a collection of transparent geometric shapes. It was encased in a lava bubble, and was rhythmically swirling around the pole, its lean conetical shapes going up and down in a circular manner. Even though the actions were repetitive and predictable, it was still strangely mesmerizing, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off the spectacle.
“Hey, you want to make the deal or not?” the man snapped his fingers, bringing the girl out of her trance.
“Oh, yes. Yes! Sorry about that. I was just - ”
“Yeah, it has that kind of effect on the audience”, he agreed, leaving the drunken spectators to enjoying the sight. He lead her further down a hallway filled with numerous closed doors, behind which various sounds could be heard emanating from inside their rooms. After navigating the path for several minutes, he stopped in front of a singular marked door that looked as indistinguishable from all the rest. “Behind here is what you asked for. You got the cash?”
“Right here”, she said, ponying up the bulk of her savings, along with a little extra ‘borrowed’ from her parents’ private stash in order to make up the remaining amount.
“Once you go past that door, I’m not responsible for what happens to you. Enjoy your time.”
The man stood guard, crossing his arms, and she went inside undeterred by his presence. She closed the door behind her, facing the expensive target she’d spent a small fortune to see: a squidgy Alien creature on the far side corner, no doubt shaking with anticipation.
It was smallish-purplish-green, with multifaced tentacles swarming over its body, a beak that made an odd clicking noise, and a singular eye that bore itself into her soul. She started undressing in front of the creature, then once the suitable amount of clothing was removed, she sat on the bed, inviting its presence.
“I want to experience the full effect. I want to reach the heights of ecstasty that you creatures are capable of doing. Sending your multiple appendages into every crevice of my being, raising my consciousness to realms never before realized and leaving me craving for more, sending me into a screaming frenzy. Get started!”
The shaking tentacled being timidly snaked a single tentacle alongside the girl's leg until it reached her private parts and gave a single lick before retreating.
In a barely comprehensible voice, it mumbled speech that could very well be inferred as, “Was it good for you?”
“That's it??? THAT'S what all the fuss is about??? After everybody was praising the skies about your talents, I expected more than that. Where's the mind-breaking orgasms? Where's the toe-clenching headboard banging? Where’s the subliminal bondage? Where’s the forced dominion? Where’s the muffled screaming and dozens of phallic objects exploring my every exposed parts?”
The tentacled creature rapidly said, “That was good enough for me. Do you want to go again?”
“What does everybody see in you???”
“I’ll make you feel real good.”
She stared haughtily at the creature. The words were there, but the intonation was all wrong with no enthusiasm behind it. “They must get their jollies picking on submissive creatures like you. For that much stimulation, I could've done it myself.” She roughly grabbed one of the retreating tentacles in her hands. Even with the suction tips, it was hard to get a firm grip. “I’ll show you how to treat a girl right!”
Just then, the man who she’d paid the money up front suddenly barged in through the door, pulling her off the creature. “Hey, hey! Don’t damage the merchandise!”
“I paid for this, and I want to get my money’s worth!”
She was carried out, continuously protesting, kicking and screaming all the while. Upon finally being forcibly ejected through the back exit, she fired back one last explicit expletive in their general direction. “Just see if I ever come back here ever again!!”
Even though she spent less time outside than expected, she still wound up coming back home late. As expected, her Parents were waiting up for her.
“Where - ”
“I was out having a private party with friends. Nobody you’d know or recognize, since they wouldn’t be on your radar.”
“What - ”
“It could’ve been better. Not enough cute guys. Don’t worry - I didn’t have anything to drink.”
She made her way up to her room to get some well-deserved rest after a frustrating night, and her Mom and Dad only compounded that stress.
When she was a kid, she greatly enjoyed her parent’s presence, their predetermined actions doing everything they could in order to please her. But now, their reactions that once seemed so amusing now seemed outdated and clunky. There was simply no way they could possibly understand what she was going through.
She was constantly frustrated at how slow their reaction time was compared to how compressed and fast she was. By the time they stopped talking, she’d already figured out what they wanted to say multiple times over, her mind racing to fill in the void borne from boredom waiting for them to finish. She’d grown so used to her parents’ repeated questions that she could confidentially answer their queries just from listening to the first word in their sentence alone. It was simpler to answer them the instant they started.
As she slept, she was suddenly woken up by the presence of a pungent odor that seemed to be emanating from the room. She rose from the damp sheets, still clothed in the outfit she’d worn the night before, being too tired to take it off before lying down. She decided to take a shower to get rid of the fishy smell and take her mind off her troubles.
As she made her way to the bathroom, she was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea that made her dizzy. Stumbling and racing to her designation, she made a minor detour to throw up what little contents she’d consumed the day before. Feeling slightly relieved, she decided to continue her business cleaning up.
As the water cascaded on her, she set to work removing the repellent stench from her body. But the job seemed to be taking longer than expected. No matter how much she scrubbed, the fishy smell simply wouldn’t go away. As an experiment, she stuck a finger inside her, where she’d been touched last night, and brought it to her nose. Her worst fears were now confirmed.
The smell was coming from inside her.
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