For years Banoongus lived the ordinary life, but one cannot deny their inner most desires for ever.
Bunoongas via Wikipedia
It was an ordinary village like any other. Everybody played a role of predictable monotony. The men went to work as the men had done for 20 generations, constructing giant fighting endoskeletons for the planet’s alien overlords. The women stayed at home as the women had done for 20 generations, baking, sewing, cleaning, and boiling the oil from the livers of sewage rats to lubricate the giant fighting endoskeletons made by the men-folk.
Overall nobody complained too much. They were treated well by their masters as long as they met their quotas, and in return they were fed, clothed and allowed to fornicate. There were stories of horror from other villages where the townsfolk were required to clean the toes of the giant alien overlords in preparation for their battles. This in itself sounded innocent enough except that the aliens each had 53 toes and they had to be cleaned by licking. Indeed, constructing giant endoskeletons was a far superior form of work.
For 20 generations man and woman alike knew their function from birth, and any signs of dissent of ordained destiny were ruthlessly and efficiently suppressed. This was well known by Banoongus who at 38 years of age had the standard life – a wife, 2 children, and a pet gorgonzola lizard (an alien rodent that looked like a goanna but smelt like moldy cheese. Every family was required to house a gorgonzola lizard as their droppings were used as a key ingredient for the endoskeleton hydraulic fluid). Banoongus was very content with his wife Bunoongus, his son Binoongus and his daughter Bonoongus. They were loving, caring and respected his role in keeping the village way of life. Banoongus was however restless and was internally distraught.
Banoongus hated his traditional role and harbored a secret desire. A desire so dark and perverted he could not dare share it with anyone – not even Bunoongus. Even though Bunoongus loved him dearly, Banoongus knew that she would in a heartbeat report him to the nearest liver oil depot and have him processed – better him to lick giant puss covered alien toes than her – so would be her reasoning. As hard as Banoongus tried though, he could not suppress his urges and eventually he succumbed and followed his heart. For five years he secretly followed his filthy passion…his forbidden love…and for five years he did well to keep it secret. Eventually however his family became suspicious.
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