Rosemary with a dash of surprise.

Rose' week started off well enough. She had looked forward to finally getting a chance to ogle at least one actual and real alien's set of junk, and that was typically all it ever took to get her in a good mood. Eagerly she was expecting all manner of deliciously bizarre, writhing, and incomprehensibly erotic tentacles and who knows what else. Rose had been so excited she'd even alchemized one of Bad Dargon's tentacle dildos just to prepare in advance, practicing for weeks in advance, oh sure it hadn't been quite as fun as she was hoping even a fake tentibulge would have been. But it had fulfilled it's purpose and that was enough for her.

And so day after day she waited. Scoping her lovely matesprite, Kanaya, out. Gazing at her choice perky rump. Wondering if perhaps a troll's ass held any special secrets as well. Sometimes when Kanaya's attentions were focused elsewhere, she'd look between kanaya's legs, desperately trying to stem the drool that fell, desperately failing not to succumb to her most base urges. She could almost imagine Kanaya's most surely massive and girthy bone bulge sliding up and down her folds, teasing and playing with her. And when she fantasized it plunging into her, filling, writhing, sliding in and out; she had to excuse herself.

Finally at long last the special moment had arrived.  The day she and Kanaya would consummate their relationship and every sick and depraved urge of Rose could be satisfied at last. It was all rather innocuous at first. Just a simple literary cultural exchange, then some nonsense movies, and a simple dinner for two. And all the while Rose was hornier then ever. Every passing second causing her panties to grow ever moister, every moment causing her to awkwardly fidget; adjusting and clenching her legs in a futile effort to keep her composure just long enough.

Once she'd even gotten so desperate as to bite her lip, breaking her skin and lightly coating her lips with blood. Kanaya took notice and courteously gave Rose a few licks, finishing off with a gentle wipe of her finger and warm loving smile. Rose almost came instantly.  The pair finished their meal and holding hands the whole while, ventured back to Kanaya's room. Every step taking a near herculean effort on Rose' part not to strip herself and Kanaya naked and screw her right then and there.

At last the two arrived, Rose almost having to pry her hand free to let Kanaya close the door, legs now soaking wet with her own precum. Once the locks had been set and the door secured, Rose pounced on her luscious prey. Groping and playing with Kanaya's breasts, teasing her nipples through the soft fabric. Her tongue hung loose, little beads of drool falling as she panted like a dog in heat. It was finally time, her long sought after prize would be at last hers. Finally Rose would seize the D.

Her hands moved to Kanaya's skirt, ripping the belt and buttons free, pulling the fabric loose and leaving nothing but a cute lacy black set of panties with a small jade bow at the band. Rose twiddled her fingers slightly, savoring what would surely be the greatest moment of her life. Slowly, one by one, she slid her fingers in, eyes wide open and a wide smile across her face. Gently she dragged the fabric down, almost obsessively waiting for that jade colored tentacled beauty.

As her hands reached Kanaya's thighs, she stopped. Before her eyes was not a writhing wiggling tentacle, nor even some kind of alien appendage. Instead a very human looking and normal vagina, only colored with various shades of black and grey. A look of shock and betrayal affixed her face, her eyes darting back and forth to kanaya's face and genitals. Wordlessly she ceased in her actions, turned around and left the room.

She returned to her room, as silent and horrified as before. Instinctively she walked to her room, fiddling through her hiding spot, then pulling free the special bad dragon dildo she had grown to love in the past weeks. Thoughtlessly she walked to her shower, ignoring any and all before her path, clutching the sex toy to her heart as if it were some holy artifact. She reached her bathroom, then turned on her shower. She didn't bother to remove her clothes, to much in shock to even fully realize what she was doing anymore.

She turned on the water and curled up in a ball, letting her clothes get drenched. Back and forth she rocked, a feeling of violation overcoming her. She cried. Harder then ever before Rose lalonde cried. Then the cries turned to sobs.

It was then at that moment a certain, and rather foolish brother of mine realized how unwise it is was to forget to delete his rather sub par and poorly written fiction of his sister's escapades with her alien girlfriend. Dave if your Freudian fascination with all matters relation to even vaguely phallic objects is this strong, then perhaps I can return your "favor" so to speak and regal you with a novel length tale of Terezi sodomizing your anus.