Twisted Tales From MisterZulu

 2057 came and went, and for Garrett G’Zorath it seemed like 2058 would be no different. Another year of high school, which was its own unique brand of Hell, another year of looking at her…and not being able to do anything about it. Earth had finally managed to contact other worlds, for good and for ill. For all the technological advancements that the denizens of the Third Planet from the Sun had bestowed upon them had come with a variety of price tags. Some aliens had only asked for a simple thank you in response for their kindness, or a place to stay, or even some of its resources to aid their planets…and some like Garrett’s people wound up making an old episode of The Twilight Zone a reality. It was fine at first—some were volunteers, the terminally ill who wanted their torment to end, criminals who the world wanted to be ended. They all found their ways to an Anaki dinner table, a Bynkus’ belly, or a Volfbayne’s larder. But the Anakis—hulking green beasts so dumb they’d have nerv

  Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful, boastful sword-maiden. Her hair was the hue of pale sunlight, with eyes so blue they seemed to almost glow.   She had lived through twenty-five summers upon this frightful land and earned her right to see another sunrise.   But that’s not why you’re here, isn’t it? Fine, fine…I’ll cut to the chase.   While she was a skilled and fearsome warrior, that’s not what people around these parts remember her for—to them, she was a masterpiece of woman-flesh. She had breasts the size of ripe watermelons, dusted lightly with freckles. They were abnormally perky, despite their size. While the female elite had found a way to plumpen their teats without the help of God, those few who copped a feel and lived to talk about it would tell you that this maiden’s bust was all-natural. Her arms were muscular, yet still possessed the padding necessary to make them lovely. Her legs were long, but thick and sturdy, thighs and calves fat with muscle. But the