Dave's eyes slowly blinked open, his head spinning as he tried to make sense of where he was. As he continued to blink, his panic grew as the darkness failed to disappear.
"Mmm... hmm? Mmm!" His panic grew as he realised that not only had he been gagged with something, but had been tied down by his wrists and ankles too.
Where am I? What's happening? Dave thought hard, retracing his steps. The last he knew, he had been at his awful job at Meh Burger, staring into space in complete boredom. And then... nothing. Although of the terrible headache was anything to go by, he must've been hit in the head and dragged to wherever he was now.

The only clue to his location was the strong earthy smell that hung in the air, suggesting he was in some kind of hovel dug out of the soil. He wouldn't need to wait long to find out, as a shuffling noise came from a few feet away, and a match was stuck, lightning a candle in the darkness.
"I've finally trapped an alien spy! And don't deny it!" His captor shrieked. Sticks the Badger was an unusual girl. Most people just wrote her off as insane, what with her living in a hole away from the rest of society, and her spouting of conspiracies, especially the aliens apparently living amongst them.

But now, she finally had proof, now they'd have to believe her. Leaning over the alien in it's Mobian disguise, she continued.
"I've been watching you. I know what you're up too. You stand there all day, staring bored into the distance. I KNOW IT'S AN ACT!" She suddenly yelled.
"You disappear in plain sight, observing and collecting data to send back to your mothership! And now," she continued ripping something from his lips in a flash of pain, "you're gonna answer to me! So, what's your evil plan?" After a few pants to regain control of his breathing.
"Please, I'm not an alien! I-I don't know what you're talking about! Who even are you?" At this, she stepped forward.

"Seriously?" she asked, at which Dave shook his head.
"No clue, sorry."
"Sticks? The badger?"
"Uh... nuh uh, nope." Sticks growled in frustration.
"Well, this just proves it, if you don't remember me, you can't be that little twink, you're some kinda alien clone." She wrongly deduced. Before Dave could reply, Sticks stepped forward, and from the hot breath on his face, Dave could tell she was close.
"So, what's your plan? Kidnap us, experiment on us? Probe us?" She asked with dome emphasis before moving away.
"Well I'm not gonna let you get away with it. In fact, I'm going to find out how you aliens work, run some tests." This didn't sound good. In an instant, whatever she had ripped from his mouth was back in place, gagging him again.
"And to start, I'm gonna probe you first."
Wait, what!? Dave thought in a panic. He still couldn't see anything, but he froze when he felt the badger's hand gently stroke his thigh.

The hand moved around his thigh, and between his legs, barely brushing past his dick, which he was ashamed to say was growing hard. Finally the hand stopped between his cheeks, and he heard the pop of a bottle lid ring through the dark silence.
"Lucky Amy had these handy." He heard Sticks mutter as he felt something cold and wet against his exposed hole.
What's happening? He could feel the shape of a fingertip, and even worse, he could feel it pushing.
"Mmm!" Dave groaned as the digit slipped inside him, stretching his walls apart until the badger's nail scratched him, at which he hissed.
"Don't play pretend, you aliens don't feel pain. Besides, I'm not cutting these nails, not while my clippers are haunted."

What the actual fuck!? She's crazy! After a few more painful prods, Sticks finally removed her finger. Dave had little reprieve however, as he felt something else cold, but this time also stiff. Given what the crazy badger had said, he could guess what it was, and sure enough, with a strong thrust, the strap-on forced its way inside him.

Oh Chaos! Dave thought as he jolted, shocked at how his hole stretched open for the smooth, silicone shaft as inch after inch slid inside.
"Did you just writhe? Yes, I think you did." The badger said almost smugly as she grabbed his thighs and started shoving herself back and forth, the girthy strap on gliding in and out his ass. Dave could feel himself getting harder, with each thrust into his asshole sends sparks of arousal up his own shaft. His face felt hot as he flushed redder than a tomato.

"Mmmm!" Dave moaned as the thick insertion slammed into his prostate again, his body betraying his much he was enjoying his rough treatment at Sticks' hands. The slightly smug badger swiped up with her hand, laying a forceful spank on the 'alien's' ass, timing it to meet another deep thrust.
"You may be an alien, but your weak little moans are still music to my ears!" Sticks exclaimed, feeling her own arousal grow as she took in Dave's pleasured whines and muffled gasps. As she continued to pound his sweet spot, lustful shudders rippled through Dave's restrained form as precum began to leak from his little cocklet. 

After a few minutes, the pressure in his abdomen grew until he couldn't hold it back anymore.
Oh fuck! I'm gonna, I'm gonna...
"Mhhh!" He tried to cry out as his orgasm hit him, his dick throbbing as thick, gooey jets of cum shot out, spraying all over his front, with a few strings hitting his chin. Sticks didn't hold up for a second, she continued to slam into his prostate with every thrust, milking rope after rope of creamy essence from Dave's member.
"Hah...hah..." Sticks panted as she continued to buck her hips back and forth, beginning to feel a dampness between her legs.

"Maybe when I'm done probing, I can put that alien mouth of yours to good use!" 
What does she mean? Dave thought, too distracted by the bliss coursing through his body to make sense of Sticks' words. He might have been scared at first, but now, as the strap on filled him up yet again, he didn't want it to be without it ever again.

THE END