"So what are you bringing back as a souvenir?" asked Groug.
His colleague studiously ignored him, concentrating on the destination they were now approaching
"Well?" demanded Groug.
"I don't know, I'll be just glad to get this mission over and to stop having to converse with you in this strange way, I suppose," answered Erok.
Their vehicle halted and soon two shadowy figures exited it, under the canopy of the park trees.
"We need the final link to our quest," said Erok.
As they entered the street lighting, their apparel was checked. The Benny hats, the denim shirts, peculiar wide legged trousers and Doc Martens. It was a warm spring evening, yet the hats were important to their mission.
"Here is one now," whispered Groug watching a woman walking her dog towards them. "Get ready," he hissed.
Mrs Elder glanced up as the two approached. Her poodle dog snarled and flattened its ears, not normally his reaction to grown ups, more like to kids, she thought when she hushed him. He straightened up from dumping on the grass.
"Quiet Fluff, don't be like that, good evening," she twittered pleasantly.
Groug and Erok stared intently at her and nodded curtly and passed by, Mrs. Elder's eyes following them for some time.
"Wrong age group," said Groug,
Erok nodded and plodded on. Mandy and Jim came out of a pub, absolutely pissed out of their minds and Erok tapped Groug on the arm.
"Perfect except for him," he muttered.
They walked nearer as Mandy lit a cigarette while Jim took a winding and ungainly route up a side alley to have a leak.
"Hello fellas, ows it hanging?" she screeched. "Ere Jim, these fellas must be fucking foreigners from hot countries, they've still got their hats on," she giggled.
Jim didn't answer, he was slumped in the alley fast asleep, having collapsed into his own puddle of piss. Erok watched him as Groug engaged the girl in conversation.
"Do you come here often?" he asked.
"You what? You fucking daft or what?" she giggled, puffing furiously on her cigarette.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Groug then asked.
"No, he's a fella I picked up tonight. Going for a shag, that's all. Here, you're a big lad come an join us and bring your mate, him with the funny trousers, Oh you've got them on as well," she screeched raucously.
"Well maybe you could come with us," said Erok, joining them. "Your friend is asleep."
Mandy frowned, puffed several times then staggered to where he indicated. Her scuffed white stilettos clattered loosely on the pavement as she reached the corner. She stuck her huge tee shirt clad chest out. The billowing tits beneath, housed in a cheap undersized bra, wobbled as she put her hands on her hips.
"Cor! Fuck me rigid," she exclaimed with not a little indignation, swaying her fleshy butt from side to side.
Her tight black mini skirt threatened to burst round her rotund rump as she took a few faltering steps, until she was nearly falling on top of the snoring Jim, Erok caught her. His strength easily supported her, but Mandy grabbed at him, her hand finding his knee.
"God, what you got in there mate, a fucking truncheon? You cops then? Pigs?" she squawked.
As Erok tried to get Mandy to stand, she was determined to check him out and her other hand grasped at his inner thigh. She gasped in amazement and her cigarette dropped to the ground.
"We are men, not pigs," said Erok quietly, in wonderment at the female of the species he was supporting.
"I can see that mate. Think I'm fucking stupid or what. But is that what I think it is in your pants love?" she cackled. "Cos if it is, I want a piece of that, now Jim's fucked off. No wonder you're wearing such funny pants," she told the two as Erok escorted her to the street, Mandy still trying to keep hold of his leg.
"This is good," said Groug. "Bring her quickly."
The twenty year old unemployed girl chuckled as they persuaded her to go with them without too much difficulty. The shadows cast by the park trees were perfect for cover and all the while, the only problem the two had was her continuous screeches, giggles, belches and wonderment at their clothes.
She grabbed at Groug's leg and whistled.
"Blimey another full house. Me pussy's going to be fucking worn out, but I like it, I'm an Essex girl. We are going to have fun. Where we going fellas?"
Without answering, they bundled her into a vehicle under the deep shadows of the evening, which to Mandy being as drunk as she was, looked strangely dated and an odd colour for two streetwise dudes such as these. In what looked like the back of a camper van, she watched slack mouthed, drunkenly tottering dangerously on her heels, as Erok and Groug took off their hats and she goggled at the strange protrusion sticking out of the top of their heads. They huddled in the corner and she saw them bend together and link the protrusions to a gadget. There was a loud bang and some sparks and suddenly all was bright in the surrounding space.
"Fucking hell!" she whined. "What's into you fellas? Oh my God," she wailed, trying to fumble for some sort of door latch at the same time keeping a watchful and very scared eye on them.
The two had changed completely and Erok and Groug now stood before them in their real beings. Mandy's eyes automatically focussed between their legs as she always did with men, being from Romford but with these two, she didn't have to use her imagination about the bulge in their trousers and the packages therein.
Erok and Groug each sported a three foot long cock, at least that what she assumed it was. She screeched as she goggled at the amazing yet mouth watering, eye watering sight.
"What the fuck, oh my god....Ooooohhhh myyyyy ggggodddddd...stay away from me," she whimpered as Erok took a step forward and she shrunk away, her eyes fixed on his great pendulous member which swayed heavily from side to side, its end just skimming the highly polished floor of the bright sparse chamber they were in.
"do not be frightened," came an extremely loud voice from a grill in the ceiling above his head.
As the voice metallically boomed out, Mandy trembled, watching Erok's slit of a mouth move and a rattling noise exited. Again he moved his mouth and the booming continued. "you will not be hurt. all we need is a sample from you and you can go."
"Let me go now, never mind the fucking sample," Mandy wailed, shuddering as Groug moved towards her.
She took in their reduced height, no more than five feet tall, the short torsos and long legs, their misshapen heads like pears upside down, with huge flappy stick out ears, great mournful eyes and two holes where their noses should be, on a human that is. She noted the close cut furry substance that coated their bodies except for their faces, their chests where three nipples could be seen, their crotches and their penises.
"Who are you guys? Tell me I'm dreaming, oh fucking hell, your cocks are enormous," Mandy cried.
Erok and Groug metallically rattled at each other but no booming voice came over the chamber, until Groug turned to Mandy and rattled.
"is it our birthing member that disturbs you?" came the boom.
Mandy puzzled over this one, but decided that an offensive action was the solution. Never slow to act when a fight was needed, she whipped off one of her stilettos and gestured at them with the pointed scuffed worn heel, its bare metal spike glinting in the bright lights.
"Come any fucking nearer and you get this in your face see?"
This took them back and they rattled frantically until Erok spoke.
"we do not want confrontation. we are peaceful and only want your help in the form of a sample of your body fluids. i am sorry if our birthing member upsets you, but there is nothing we can do. please confirm this is what you call a cock."
With that he hefted up his dick as if he was reeling in a hose pipe and waved it at Mandy, who stood defiantly brandishing her shoe, but could only admire, in secret, the weapon he was brandishing at her..
"Yeah, I'd call it a cock alright matey, but not what I've seen before anywhere," she answered in her uneducated whine.
She gulped as Erok and Groug rattled at each other watching the swinging knob end and the grotesquely proportioned slit in the end which seemed to split the knob end completely. Erok turned to her but before he could communicate, she popped the question that only Mandy would do in these circumstances.
"Does it get hard? I mean, d'you get erections like?" she queried watching the quite nice silky sheen on Erok's cock, the total lack of veins and even though it was maybe two feet away from her, no lingering stench of cheesy slime which her lovers usually unveiled when they slapped their cocks at her.
The two beings rattled and Erok answered.
"when used for birthing it must penetrate and therefore be firm. is that what you mean? however this is irrelevant, we only need samples from you. this will not hurt you and they are natural samples so please cooperate and you can go."
When the booming from above stopped Mandy again became fearful. They were talking samples, that was medical and the last sample she had to give was some shit for her doctor's use. Never sure why he needed it, she had given him several large turds after a night on Carlsberg lager.
"Why?" she challenged. "Why d'you want my samples?"
