Maze

Millions of miles and moods away, a different face could be seen on large viewscreens. It was a dark-skinned human wearing heavy eye makeup and a laurel crown whose voice could be heard throughout an enormous disco arena. On stage, the singer was dressed like Julius Caesar with many knives sticking out of his back. The other band members, two guitarists, a drummer and a keyboard player, were wearing red leather in various styles. There were ten-foot stone statues of gladiators, on either side of the band. Hundreds of people were dancing to the bands music or just watching them. All the people had dark skin. Across from the stage in a secluded area, was a long dimly lit bar. The bartender looked almost human but mostly looked bored. He was staring at a beautiful woman with big eyes accentuated by colorful makeup which included long eyelashes. The woman had long red hair with sparkles in it and wore a see through cowgirl outfit which made it easy to notice her large breasts that didn’t seem to be affected by gravity. A man who was terribly sunburnt with dark red splotches on his Caucasian skin, sat next to her. He was wearing the kind of suit cops wear, looked extremely ordinary but was trying to fit in.

The woman looked at him, smiled, and he felt obliged to respond.

“Buy you a drink?”

“Do I look like I need one?”

The man looked at her half full glass. “No, not really.”

She took a few sips and commented on his skin tone. “So, having fun in the sun?”

Robert’s face became even redder. “Yeah, went out without my sunsuit.”

“Not a very smart cowboy are you?”

“Well, I didn’t believe all the hype about this being a non-white peoples planet.”

“Made a believer outta you huh?”

“Sure as hell did.”

While taking a few more sips from her drink, the cowgirls left breast began to move on its own. It slowly worked its way partially out of the bra, grew a small face and winked at the man. He stood up, wide-eyed and she turned to him slightly raising her cowboy hat and smiled.

“What’s wrong?”

The breast returned to normalcy. “Uh. your uh….nothing.”

She stood up and he noticed her above average height. “Wanna dance cowboy?”

“Uh, Robert.”

“What?”

“The names Robert. What’s yours?”

“Look cowboy, you wanna dance or not?”

“Sure, love to.”

Robert and the cowgirl walked out to the dance floor just as the band finished a song. The crowd cheered and clapped enthusiastically but the lead singer gave a thumbs down to the audience and they became silent. One of the gladiators made of stone looked over the crowd. He then stiffly walked out to the middle of the dance floor. As he pointed his sword at several people, it emitted a beam of light that scanned their bodies. Their images were translated to the screens and the large crowd watched the selected people in the transmission get eaten by by lions on the big screens. The crowd went wild. The music began again while the crowd yelled repeatedly, “Hail Caesar! Hail Caesar!”

The cowgirl danced wildly and fluidly. Robert was stiff and awkward. He did not notice that she had left the dance floor until she was almost back at the bar.

“What’s wrong, you didn’t like the music?”

“No, you can’t dance.”

“Oh yeah…..sorry.”

“Can you fuck?”

In a much smaller and darker room, a woman was yelling, “That’s it cowboy! Ride me like a Rough Rider! Hang on, that’s it! Oh yeah, oh yeah!”

It was the cowgirl yelling and Robert was on top of her with nothing on but her see-thorough cowboy hat and scarf. A pained expression inhabited Robert’s face as he tried his best to satisfy The woman he met at the disco arena. She placed her hands on his bare buttocks and her hands melded together. Robert started to moan with ecstasy, but his moans soon became screams as his body slowly dissolved into the cowgirl who now resembled a giant luminous slug with four translucent antennae sticking out the sides of her larger, rich, dark-chocolate human head. Tentacles grew from the side of her slug like form and removed her hat from him while immensely enjoying Robert dissolving into her as if were the most incredible sex she ever had. Her irises were now bright green as she finished consuming him. The physimager changed back into her human form, dressed herself and grew a few more sparkles onto her face and hair before leaving Robert’s room with a smirk on her face.

“You can’t fuck either.”