"Watch the skies, everywhere! Keep looking. Keep watching the skies!"
-The Thing from Another World

Pain.

Agony.

Fire.

These are the things that I remember before I landed on this island in a sea of planets. Nothing before. Nothing of any significance. No recollection of where I was born. No memory of any family members to look back to in times of crisis. No trace of who I was before.

I mean, one can't think for too long when you're hurtling through the stars at the speed of light. I think I hit my funny bone on an asteroid when I was involuntarily cruising through the galaxy.

Either way, the first thing I felt that wasn't searing hot pain was the ground. I would say it was an improvement over the fire, but I don't know what's worse. Having your entire being cooked like a pizza by a really incompetent chef or having your face nearly caved in by a hard surface.

By all that, I had landed. And what heralded my coming aside from a possible streak of light that, if you listed closely, was screaming an unholy barrage of agonized gibberish? A giant mound of dirt.

Yes. Very dignified. The newest inhabitant of this planet and he's become one with the moles. Maybe I'll teach them how to navigate better and stop burrowing through everyone's gardens haphazardly.

I could almost hear the sounds of terrified animals as my clawed hand emerged from the mound. I was lucky that no intelligent inhabitants were nearby, because then they'd probably sink 46 billion dollars into making a franchise out of robot zombies. Probably fill it with CGI garbage and actors will tempers the size of pin-pricks.

But no. After several uncomfortable moments of digging, I had finally risen from the "grave". The first thing I saw were trees as far as the eye could see. A forest of some kind.

I stretched my limbs and my four unblinking red eyes lit up. Oh, sorry. I suppose that freaked you for a bit. Four eyes? What kind of creature has that?

Describe yourself...use a BUNCH of flattery...like muscles and blonde hair...

Huh. I could have sworn I heard something. Perhaps this is a planet of spirits? Or hallucinations? It wold explain the weirdly colored plants.

Actually, I felt compelled to listen to the voice in my head and I decided, for no reason, to describe myself in full. Brace yourselves. I was quite a sight.

One could basically sum me up as a "robo-shogun". I was apparently mechanical and quite bulky, at that. My armor ranged from mostly white to metallic silver. My shoulders had spikes coming from them. My head resembled a demonic helmet, complete with no mouth and horrible horns. My unfeeling red eyes glowed so bright that they could be used as flashlights. Yes, they dimmed after a while, but still. My plate-like armor shook every-time I took a step. I felt like I had something attached to my back, only to realize it was a satchel and a sheath. I would have to look through the satchel later, but, in the sheath, was a long samurai sword. It had strange alien writing etched onto it and, when I swung it around a bit, it left red outlines in the air.

Of course you have a face. A very hunkish face that's in no way covered in acne.

Why in the heck would that matter? And who are you? Do you know why I'm here? I could use context. Also, probably some ointment for some of the burns on my armor. Or skin. Or whatever this is.

That's not important. Just remember. There's a really awesome body underneath all that that armor. It makes you more badass.

I have another robotic body inside me? How very interesting. Mind if you clue me in on how to unlock it?

No!͜ ̕I̶ ̀m͟e̸a҉n͝ ̧a͏n org̨ani͘c̛...you know what? Nevermind. Just walk through the Everfree forest.

Well, this certainly wasn't a good way to start off a fresh batch of memories. Getting bossed around by a voice I hope doesn't mean I'm an escaped mental patient and this is my psychosis at work. Also, Everfree Forest? Is this an area where the hippies all group up and give each-other speeches about how jobs are useless and nature and hookas are the only things that matter?

Thankfully, I was proven wrong. Well, "thankful" is being generous. This forest looks like its seen better days. Though, despite the creepy atmosphere, I wasn't perturbed. A bit annoyed, actually (if I hear that damned hissing noise one more time, I'll shove my katana through my ears if I can find any). Still, at least there was green. That counts for something.

You heard something. Like a challenge made just for you.

Um, yes. I'm aware I heard something akin to many roars and angered female yelling. Actually, that does sound serious. Nothing else to do but check it out, right? Right. So, I ran as fast as I could and, despite my size, I could actually run really good, barring the annoying clanking metal noise.

You can run faster then The Flash. You are the best at everything.

I'm going at a reasonable speed. If I was going THAT fast, I'd have to eat mountains of junk food in order to get back those calories. Now, will you please let me get to the source of the trouble in peace?

Suit yourself.

I had a bad feeling he'd be back, but that was irrelevant. When I finally got there, I hid behind a large rock. Peeking a bit, I bore witness to the first living inhabitants of this planet I would soon meet.

Although, judging by this scene, I was pretty sure that would have a hard time choosing whether or not I should mingle. One of them was a mighty creature. A reptilian monster the size of an oak with ugly yellow scales, long clawed webbed legs, no arms, a spike tail, and four snake-like heads with sinister looks and red horns. It's opponent was a more alluring sight. She was a humanoid zebra with a lithe figure. Spear clenched in hand, she gave off a nice image of amazonian defiance in the face of danger. She also had golden rings around her neck, wrists, and ankles (or whatever connected the hoof to the leg). Her mohawk and golden earrings flickered in the wind as she steadied herself after the beast roared again.

Don't forget that cutie mark on her smooth ass...

Okay, that's just rude! Although, to be fair, she was only wearing simple tribal gear. Nothing but pieces of thick brown cloth. The only thing really exposed to the elements was at least one cheek of her...posterior. Really nice tattoo there. Kind of like a sun. Looks smooth enough to...

FOCUS! She's obviously in a life or death struggle! Anyway, I readied my katana, ready to assist at the right moment. As I prepared, the zebra creature was already using her spear to ward off the reptilian menace. I even saw her use some kind of elixir on the tip to burn the Hydra whenever it touched it.

It's a Hydra. What else would you call it?

However, things kind of went south for her after a few minutes when it used its tail to knock her off balance. Grunting with annoyance, she was hoisted into the air by her legs by the tail. Dangling over one of the heads, she began to struggle.

"Wretched beast! Set me free! Else, to Tartarus your soul shall be!" Huh. She rhymes. How about that? Also, that's quite a deep voice for a girl with a figure like that.

It's almost as if they should have made her sound sexier. And less like a man.

Hey. It's the way people are born sometimes. Let's face it. I probably don't sound like Morgan Freeman. However, I had to steel my nerves when I watched her be quickly dropped into the beast's jaws.

She landed face-first into the max, which closed on top of her. Her legs and arms were still visible, but her cries of anger and fear were muffled. As if satisfied with the struggling, the beast didn't even chew. It just lifted its head up and let her slide down his gullet. Her appendages were slurped up as her outline became visible. Her struggling was also ceasing.

It was at that moment I decided to stop staring and start slashing. I jumped out from behind the rock and swung my sword in different directions, ending in me taking the traditional samurai stance. My breathing increased when I noticed the monster look into my eyes. I think I shook a bit.

Why so afraid? Limits are for losers. You can do anything.

Anything? Thanks for the confidence boost, but-

No time to argue. The beast fired a stream of poison at me, but I dodged it by rolling. Already, my cumbersome design was working against me. I had to get close enough to slash that thing into ribbons if I was to score a victory. So, I continued to combat roll towards the beast as it continued to slather poison all over my frame. Good thing I was made of metal or I would have choked on my own vomit.

Don't mention your doubts! It's bad for you!

It prevents me from suicidal idiocy, thank you very much. Speaking of which, I just decided to just up and run towards the beast. With a slash of my sword, I lopped off one of its legs. With nothing else to hold it up, the beast fell, it's heads and tail thrashing madly. With this opportunity, I slashed a hole in one of the necks. Out plopped the zebra, covered in green blood and unconscious. Not sure why, really.

The beast had magic saliva. She's sleeping like a baby, now.

Thanks for the tidbit. Try to stay on the helpful side more often. Anyway, the beast reared back up to attack again. As if on instinct, I extended my left arm. On the knuckle, a small machine-gun turrent emerged. With much speed, the projectiles came flying out. Rather messily, they exited out of the each head's brain. I remember something about the hydra being able to regrow its heads, but the brains?

I wasn't curious enough to figure that out, so I scooped up the anthropomorphic zebra and ran as fast as I could from the flailing animal.

A few moments later, I had arrived at a sort of hut. Must have been her home. After all, I don't see any other places that could be considers hotspots for potential company. Except that cave I passed, but I the hermit there seemed less than accommodating.

In fact, he's still chewing on my leg. Had to kick him away before he finally backed off. What a strange world I've arrived in.

So, I entered the home and placed her on a nearby couch. Also, I'd like to point out that I've been fighting some...pretty primal urges since the start of the walk. That saliva must have dissolved her clothing, as she laid bare before me. It felt great to feel warm flesh against my cold metallic claws, but seeing her frame spread out like this...just felt tantalizing.

Sleep-fuck her. Time for the real action.

You're not. YOU'RE NOT. Okay, voice. Guy. My man. How about...NO! I mean...NO! You don't! You don't just rape a woman after she's been inside of some kind of gigantic reptile! Stop playing on what's going on in my loins! I'm not even sure I even have a dick! So, shove off!

You know what? Give it a rest. You're right. You should wait until she's awake. THEN, we'll see what happens.

Is that a challenge? Because I don't want any of it. Then again, you bring up a good point. I shall sit here and wait until she recovers. Surely, she won't freak out at the sight of a large robot monster in her house and recognize I am the noble soul who saved her.

You sure you don't want to bed here? Because you sound like she's entitled to you. Which she totally is. We'll add more girls along the way.

Can't hear you. Already falling asleep.

Well, I can feel the sun creeping up. Might as well stretch those limbs of mine. A turn of the arm there, a shake of the leg there, a warm caress of my cheek there-HOLD UP!

My eyes turned on with a sinister red hue as I looked upon the woman on my chest. It was the zebra, her loin against mine and holding herself up with her hands against my chest.

"Greetings, my shining knight. I'm sorry if I gave you a fright." She said softly, a blush visible on her face.

Called it.

Shut it. Let me assess the situation. So, she's still naked, but now she's awake, but now on top of me as if expecting a certain kind of favor. Yeah. The sexual kind. Well, now's a good as time as ever to actually speak. And resist the urge to plead her not for her to call me that.

"Um...ma'am. Do you remember what happened yesterday?" I asked in a very deep and synthesized voice. Wow. I could read the phone-books in this and still come off as intimidating.

H͒ͤ̔̈͗͆EͫŶͯ̓̔̅͐̈!̎̇̿ This was supposed to be like that guy from the beach! He kept bringing his surfboard just to make me look bad!

Cool it. I sound great. Let's focus on the situation at hand. She didn't look right. She looked half-drunk, if anything. However, I noticed a strange pink mist in the air. It was faint, but it was there. Whatever it was, it seemed to be influencing her.

"Yes. I remember that event." The zebra smiled. "In that time of crisis, I guess you were sent. I was searching for materials for my newest brew, but attracting a hydra is all that seemed to do. I am glad the kindness of a stranger saved me from the brink. I want only to reward you. What do you think?"

Stranger. That's not a bad name. Yeah. The Stranger. I am the Stranger.

Actually, I was thinking Maximus Steel Grayson Stark Galvatron-

Do you EVER shut up?! Also, that's just overkill and holy CRAP she feels so smooth. I couldn't help it. I rested a hand against her rear, eliciting a small gasp from her.

"Eager already? This is fine. I am ready to experience pleasures oh so divine." She sighed happily as she pressed her chest against mine. Gotta say. Her breasts weren't that big, but they were quite soft.

"Ma'am, if what's about to happen IS about to happen, at least tell me your name." I said, embarrassment filling my voice.

"Zecora." She whispered, dropping her rhyming for a moment before my...oh. Oh, wow.

So, I have a dick. Go figure. A big, thick, erect black cock. I feel an overwhelming sense of pride all the sudden, but that's irrelevant.

The zebra traced a finger across my cock before giving it a playful lick on the tip, earning a gasp from me. Then, she lifted her hindquarters and positioned her pussy over the cock. Rubbing the tip with her slit, she managed to get some pre-cum out of me. All the while, she was placing kissing all over my face.

She slowly let her pussy envelop my cock, moaning as she took the whole thing in. I swear, I saw a bulge in her belly. Anyway, she began to thrust up and down for a good few minutes. Her breasts smacked against my chest as she lifted her hindquarters up and down, each one lactating a bit.

"Mmmm...not since had that Cragodile pleasured...has a cock...ahhh...delivered!" She moaned. Her rhymes were getting a bit stale, so I must have been doing something with her senses.

She wrapped her arms around my neck as she used her hindquarters even faster, the sound being made akin to wet flesh slapping against another piece. One of my hands slapped against her cutie mark, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her.

"AHHH! Already, I feel that I am my peak! It's the all-time high that I now seek!" She screamed before she let out a silent scream of ecstasy. Her tail moved side to side as she continued to fuck me.

In that rather quick span of time, I climaxed into her, black jizz oozing into her and dripping onto the floor. Had I had flesh, I would be suffering some splinters.

She rested on my tired frame for a while before she shakily got up. "I do hope that was satisfactory, but my work requires utmost attention from me." She still remained naked as she leaned down and caressed my cheek. "I do hope we can do this again, but there's a whole world for you to see, my metal friend."

"Yeah...sure...I should check it out." I woozily stood up. "Aren't you going to question why I am here and what kind of creature am I? Or are we common in these parts? Just asking."

"That matters little. This conversation we shift. I'm sure others would love to take in your lovely gift." She smiled, wiggling her ass a bit at me, earning a blush. "I would suggest the Apple family, with all their labor. For the sake of relaxation, be their savior."

"Okay. Fair enough." I awkwardly said before moving for the door. "Well, see you soon, Zecora! Thanks for the morning and I'll just be off to do some thinking!"

"A good time I hope you get. The Cragodile from 3 days ago will soon get his best fuck yet." She almost quivered at the idea of...whatever creature she was talking about ravaging her body.

I just excused myself and laid against a tree. "What the fuck just happened?" I gasped to myself.

Why are you complaining? This is only the first of many.

Oh, c'mon! That just felt forced and tacked on!

Are you really going to lecture me about love and junk?! Move out!

Fine! I'm not getting anything down my standing around. And so, my quest to find more people that could be a bit less lustful began. Perhaps I could find some answers or maybe just help the general populace. That felt good. Really good.

I mean, it can only go uphill from here, right?

Author's Note

On the next chapter, The Stranger comes across our favorite apple-bucking family, but they have a very special event planned and, for some reason, he's invited! Whether he likes it or not.

The Stranger is also voiced by Moltar from Space Ghost Coast to Coast. Just to let you know.