First Contact

Samuel is awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of a spaceship falling. The brave but foolish Sergal sets out to investigate the crash site armed only with a frying pan. Can he survive an encounter with a predatory synth dickgirl?

Please be advised this story is 2.7k words long and contains the following: modern original setting, futanari synth pred (Comet, OC), unwilling male sergal prey (Samuel, OC), size difference (bigger pred, smaller prey), safe oral vore, belly bulge, masturbation. Reader’s discretion is advised – enjoy! ;)

All characters in this story are fictional and over the legal age of consent.

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The lone trailer was parked on a forest edge fifty miles from the nearest settlement. It wasn’t exactly legal, but so was the occupation of its dweller, Samuel, who preferred to stay as far from the people’s eyes as possible. He was a sergal and also a professional burglar. He was professionally napping on an old ragged mat with an empty beer bottle in his hand, dressed in a stitched blue bathrobe and surrounded by a pile of junk and a few valuable items he had managed to steal but not yet sell.

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