I placed top 25 in the Tweet me a Story contest. (yay) Unfortunately, I didn't win. Lucky for me, I entered the Creative Writing Championships! I had to write a 1,000 word story within the SciFi genre, with a petting zoo, and a fork as an object. Here is my story:
They Don't Know Any Better
I bit into my right index finger. It stung a little, but I was getting used to it. A small trickle of blood began to seep from my hand; I added another line to the wall. “One….two….wow.” I stepped back, and sucked on my finger. Three months. I had been in this place for three months.
Cindy wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her firm breasts pressed up against my back. She giggled, “Today is going to be so much fun.” She kissed me on the cheek and scampered off. Cindy was old enough to be my daughter, and I don’t know why they would put a 55-year-old overweight ogre with a young 21-year-old sex Goddess. Maybe to show some sort of comparison.
Some days were better than others. Once in awhile I would be in a living room setting watching old reruns of Scrubs. Other days I would be in the shower repeatedly washing myself. A fat ass like me would enjoy the dining exhibit. Force-feeding myself fork after fork of meatloaf until I nearly vomited.
The most annoying part of the entire place was the sound system. Doug Masters of Channel 6 volunteered his broadcasting talents. I’m guessing it was in exchange for his life. The irritating part was their native language dubbed over it. It sounded like a cat being skinned alive while trying to speak Japanese.
If you were lucky, you’d be in the fornication exhibit. Unfortunately, today wasn’t my lucky day. Today was probably the most degrading activity. Today…
The petting zoo.
Cindy was bouncing around. I didn’t know where she got her energy. Part of me wondered if they slipped her something. “I’ve never been in the petting zoo before. Is it fun? Do they touch you? Can you touch back?” She bombarded me with airhead questions. I replied with a “yes” or “no”. I didn’t elaborate. God forbid I had more than a 5-minute conversation with this Pomeranian of a human being.
The alarm sounded. “Shit… Here they come.” A wave of small furry critters hobbled into the exhibit, followed by larger and slower moving masses of ugly flesh. Their cone shaped heads swayed from right to left. Spewing clear fluid from the two holes protruding the top of their skulls. Their eight eyes never blinked in unison. Never. They were covered in hair except for their perfectly coned shaped heads.
They piled up around Cindy. She opened her arms and giggled. “They’re so fuzzy!” She smiled as they fondled her breasts and ass. She just shook her head, “They don’t know any better.”
They started to come to me. I just stood there…naked and fat. I didn’t put my arms out like Cindy. I was miserable. They poked and patted me. A small one crept up right underneath me. His small furry hand reached forward to grab my calf. A series of high-pitched gibberish began to fill my ears, and the little vermin began to foam from the head. Buckets and buckets of foam began to fall from his cone as he bounced around. Cindy laughed, “I think he’s laughing! He thinks you’re funny!”
I think she meant ugly. The little fucker was laughing at me. I gritted my teeth and spread my hands out wide reaching for his cone dome. He let out one final squeak before running off to what I think was his mother; some giant furry excuse of an organism. Reminded me of my ex wife.
Cindy threw me an infuriated look. “Why did you do that? He was cute!” She placed her arms on her hips and wiggled her ass. I shrugged. I was about to tell her to go fuck herself, when a small sensation came from my ass. I looked down to Cindy’s hands, but they were still firmly planted onto her hips.
I spun around, “What the fuck?” and saw one of those things groping my ass. I didn’t push him away. If I pushed him away I didn’t know what they would do. Another little creature reached around and grabbed my balls. “Jesus Christ!” I froze. I was being fondled by fucking E.T., and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Cindy giggled, “They don’t know any better.”
“The fuck they don’t!” I tried to move away, but their little hands wouldn’t let go.
“Just don’t get a….” Cindy paused and looked at my cock. I liked that reaction from women, but I felt like it wasn’t supposed to happen at that moment.
“A what?” I asked. Then I looked down. All of this sensation must have caused a, well, natural reaction. There it was about to poke the small alien in its 4th eye… my dick.
“That!” Cindy pointed to my junk. She looked around frantically, trying to push away the creatures around her. “Hide it! Think of something else! Barbra Walters! Amy Winehouse! Tori Spelling!”
Then, pain I couldn’t stop streaming through my body. My muscles convulsed and I fell to the floor.
“Rosie O’Donnel! Rachael Dratch!” Cindy’s screamed.
My skin burned, but refused to char off of my body. I lost all bodily functions. My mouth filled with vomit. I pissed myself, and screamed like the animal that I was to these creatures. Blue liquid started to pour form the holes in their heads, and low moaning sounds echoed through the exhibit.
The pain stopped, and I laid there like a fish. My erection was gone, and so was my pride. Cindy ran over to me. She looked over at the creatures and their blue vomit. “I think that means they’re crying.”
Crying….right.
I bit into my right index finger. It stung a little, but I was getting used to it. A small trickle of blood began to seep from my hand; I added another line to the wall. “One….two….wow.” I stepped back, and sucked on my finger. Three months. I had been in this place for three months.
Cindy wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her firm breasts pressed up against my back. She giggled, “Today is going to be so much fun.” She kissed me on the cheek and scampered off. Cindy was old enough to be my daughter, and I don’t know why they would put a 55-year-old overweight ogre with a young 21-year-old sex Goddess. Maybe to show some sort of comparison.
Some days were better than others. Once in awhile I would be in a living room setting watching old reruns of Scrubs. Other days I would be in the shower repeatedly washing myself. A fat ass like me would enjoy the dining exhibit. Force-feeding myself fork after fork of meatloaf until I nearly vomited.
The most annoying part of the entire place was the sound system. Doug Masters of Channel 6 volunteered his broadcasting talents. I’m guessing it was in exchange for his life. The irritating part was their native language dubbed over it. It sounded like a cat being skinned alive while trying to speak Japanese.
“Come see humans in their natural habitat! Watch them eat! Watch them clean!”
“Kazyts ut vonsth! Xszath dur xaar! Xszath dur foazch!”
“Kazyts ut vonsth! Xszath dur xaar! Xszath dur foazch!”
If you were lucky, you’d be in the fornication exhibit. Unfortunately, today wasn’t my lucky day. Today was probably the most degrading activity. Today…
“Now, look in amazement at the humans without their outer clothing! See them in their true form! Touch them! Feel them!”
“Xuthfg drtznmk qyes xthdf cuf th sf sxqit zassls! Zxay zu nmaz znvipl! Daxmn zu! Vazqt zu!”
“Xuthfg drtznmk qyes xthdf cuf th sf sxqit zassls! Zxay zu nmaz znvipl! Daxmn zu! Vazqt zu!”
The petting zoo.
Cindy was bouncing around. I didn’t know where she got her energy. Part of me wondered if they slipped her something. “I’ve never been in the petting zoo before. Is it fun? Do they touch you? Can you touch back?” She bombarded me with airhead questions. I replied with a “yes” or “no”. I didn’t elaborate. God forbid I had more than a 5-minute conversation with this Pomeranian of a human being.
The alarm sounded. “Shit… Here they come.” A wave of small furry critters hobbled into the exhibit, followed by larger and slower moving masses of ugly flesh. Their cone shaped heads swayed from right to left. Spewing clear fluid from the two holes protruding the top of their skulls. Their eight eyes never blinked in unison. Never. They were covered in hair except for their perfectly coned shaped heads.
They piled up around Cindy. She opened her arms and giggled. “They’re so fuzzy!” She smiled as they fondled her breasts and ass. She just shook her head, “They don’t know any better.”
They started to come to me. I just stood there…naked and fat. I didn’t put my arms out like Cindy. I was miserable. They poked and patted me. A small one crept up right underneath me. His small furry hand reached forward to grab my calf. A series of high-pitched gibberish began to fill my ears, and the little vermin began to foam from the head. Buckets and buckets of foam began to fall from his cone as he bounced around. Cindy laughed, “I think he’s laughing! He thinks you’re funny!”
I think she meant ugly. The little fucker was laughing at me. I gritted my teeth and spread my hands out wide reaching for his cone dome. He let out one final squeak before running off to what I think was his mother; some giant furry excuse of an organism. Reminded me of my ex wife.
Cindy threw me an infuriated look. “Why did you do that? He was cute!” She placed her arms on her hips and wiggled her ass. I shrugged. I was about to tell her to go fuck herself, when a small sensation came from my ass. I looked down to Cindy’s hands, but they were still firmly planted onto her hips.
I spun around, “What the fuck?” and saw one of those things groping my ass. I didn’t push him away. If I pushed him away I didn’t know what they would do. Another little creature reached around and grabbed my balls. “Jesus Christ!” I froze. I was being fondled by fucking E.T., and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
Cindy giggled, “They don’t know any better.”
“The fuck they don’t!” I tried to move away, but their little hands wouldn’t let go.
“Just don’t get a….” Cindy paused and looked at my cock. I liked that reaction from women, but I felt like it wasn’t supposed to happen at that moment.
“A what?” I asked. Then I looked down. All of this sensation must have caused a, well, natural reaction. There it was about to poke the small alien in its 4th eye… my dick.
“That!” Cindy pointed to my junk. She looked around frantically, trying to push away the creatures around her. “Hide it! Think of something else! Barbra Walters! Amy Winehouse! Tori Spelling!”
Then, pain I couldn’t stop streaming through my body. My muscles convulsed and I fell to the floor.
“Rosie O’Donnel! Rachael Dratch!” Cindy’s screamed.
My skin burned, but refused to char off of my body. I lost all bodily functions. My mouth filled with vomit. I pissed myself, and screamed like the animal that I was to these creatures. Blue liquid started to pour form the holes in their heads, and low moaning sounds echoed through the exhibit.
The pain stopped, and I laid there like a fish. My erection was gone, and so was my pride. Cindy ran over to me. She looked over at the creatures and their blue vomit. “I think that means they’re crying.”
Crying….right.
