PEENER (Part I)

Phil was flying his phallic shaped spaceship around the Jovial moon of Io. He crossed the thin atmosphere and scanned the surface of the sandy and red terrain. “Initiate landing procedures,” he ordered the computer. Almost instantly the thrusters fired and landing gear was lowered.

“Surface conditions?” he asked the computer.

“The atmosphere consists of mostly sulfur dioxide with trace amounts of oxygen,” the female voice reported.

“Prepare my space suit,” he ordered.

After gathering his gear, Phil lowered himself onto the surface of the dusty moon. He took out his scanner and began recording his findings. “Mission log,” he said, “there are no signs of life and Io appears to be a barren wasteland.”

Suddenly something caught his eye. Phil walked over to a rock that was emitting large amounts of radiation. He readied his phaser and radioed in. “Mission Control, it appears I found something…,”. But before he could report his findings, he was struck from behind.

Phil was suddenly chained up, nude, cock hard, in a bunker seemingly under the surface of Io. Three large-breasted women dressed in silver garments appeared before him. “We are representatives of the Pussyonida government,” they said in unison, “we are here to confiscate your semen so that we may repopulate our planet…”

A loud buzzing noise pierced through the air. “Wake up sweetie,” Phil heard. There was a brief moment of lucidness before he opened his eyes. “Coffee is brewing,” his longtime girlfriend informed him. Phil had been dreaming this whole time.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he rubbed his eyes. Phil climbed out of bed, put on pants, and observed himself in the mirror. “I’m one disgusting mother fucker,” he said to himself. His hair was disheveled, his face heavily stubbled.

Phil shuffled into the kitchen area, plopped down in a chair, and Tina placed a cup of coffee before him. “Did you dream well last night?” she asked.

He shook his head and looked out the window. “Fuck no,” Phil replied. “It was all wholly unoriginal. Unoriginal thoughts. Unoriginal ideas. Face it, Tina, I’m a hack. I can’t even have an original dream.”

TO BE CONTINUED…