Straax'en

Friday the 13th, a day most humans were either terrified of or loved due to its connection to what they called the occult. To the seven-foot Saturn native, however, it was just another day. Another day of driving down one of the infinite stretches of road found here on earth. Straax'en yawned, eyes taking in the moonless night as two of his hands held the wheel of his semi, a third brought a can of monster to his lips and his fourth held his cock, stroking it lazily.

Without the moon, driving was much more dangerous, especially with the rough winds that rocked his vehicle as he moved down the pavement. He was happy a rest stop was coming up as it was getting to that time that his species needed rest, only ever sleeping once a month in human time. His eyes blinked and in that split second someone appeared in the road. With a start Straax'en laid on the gas, eyes widening as the tiny human stood wide-eyed on the road, just a deer in the headlights. He quickly tucked himself into his pants and hopped out of his truck.

"Oi you a'ight? What are ya doin' out here at this hour? Wher'd ya even come from?! Do ya need a lift? I can give ya a lift."