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CUNTS TRANSMISSION 1.781.669
Sender: Andromeda Galaxy, Planet Designation: WLN269
Recipient: Milky Way Galaxy, Planet Designation: EARTH
Oh, My Most Beautiful Z’Sally.
My Shining Light of Z’arthax.
My Rainbow Creature Amongst the Stars.
How could you send me such a message with such photos and think that I would ever accept you going off with another male anywhere in this universe? You have wounded me, thinking I have no interest.
My waking thoughts and sleeping thoughts are, every moment, full of you.
Not even my experiments, vital as they are to my peoples’ survival, can break me from my thoughts of you, for you are there, too, amongst my vials and data sheets.
I have room for nothing but to wonder what your skin might feel like beneath my lips as I pleasure you.
What soft sounds you might make as you take advantage of me.
How it would feel for you to ridemeinstead of that toy you so favor in your photos.
Oh, My Z’Sally, I shall make it perfectly clear that I am yours, but for the asking.
My proof lies herein.
I hope you find my photos as stimulating as I found yours.
Eternally Yours,
Zah Xenoth na Z’Sally
(In your language: He who is Held by the Glorious Female called Sally.)
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GOING OUT WITH A BANG!
“Let’s get readddyyy to brrrrrrONCOOOOOOO!”
Massive cheers drowned out the announcer’s voice on the loudspeaker as the bronco riding competitors jogged out into the center of the rodeo arena. After the crowd died down slightly, the announcer continued, introducing the line of riders, each of whom stepped out and waved or did a little jig when their name was called.
Chet and Sally stood next to one another towards the end of the line. They were both big crowd draws, so they went later to give the newbies and traveled-in folks their moment.
“Who’d you get?” Chet muttered to Sally as he waited his turn.
“Mr. Mephi-Stomp-On-These,” she said with a wince.
“Ooooh, rough luck!”
“You?”
“Tater Turds.”
“Who names these horses?!”
