Alien Kraken's Prize

by January Bell

Alien Kraken’s Prize is a calamari appetizer

“This is part of my mating ritual,” he explains, with the air of someone who is exasperated at having to lay out the obvious but willing to do so nonetheless. This time, I do punch him in right in the octopus dick. “How’s that for a mating ritual?” I yelp, trying to back away some more.

“Keep your cocktopus outta my mouth.”

“Being someone’s wage servant is not the same as exercising free will, either.”

“Did you just… ink on me?” “No, I came on you. Now you’re mine. Let’s get you ready for court.”

She is not pleased I have surrounded her with my fertile cloud. “You look lovely in my ejaculate,” I tell her earnestly.

“Foots,” I tell her, pointing to the water. “Feet. The plural is feet.” “That doesn’t make sense.”