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Trace Quint was once a highly respected scientist among the human race. Despite his young age he had risen to prominence quickly, earning his PhD in Theoretical Physics by the age of 15 and quickly enrolling in the relatively newly formed Space Corp of the new United Earth Government. Even there, among the best and brightest Trace had been quick to establish himself as a leader in the sciences. His work was brilliant, advancing human technology by decades in a matter of years. However, now at the age of 18 Trace's reputation had almost completely fallen apart. In the past few months he had started to tread into the taboo subject of Faster than Light travel. Even before Trace had risen to his position, it had long been definitively established that there was no way to travel faster than light. There were no other levels of space that would enable faster travel. Wormholes were conclusively proven to be the stuff of science fiction. The Space Corp had long abandoned hope of leaving the Earth's solar system, that they would be confined to sub-light ships and that humanity would only spread by sending out generation ships to other star systems, that any expansion would take centuries or even millennia to accomplish.
Trace however....he had other ideas. For months he had tried time after time to publish research papers on the idea of Hyperspace, another level of reality where the normal laws of physics didn't apply. Where travel that would take decades or centuries in normal space would take merely hours or days. For these ideas he had become a laughing stock. His colleagues who had once praised him now dismissed him entirely, the Space Corp quickly found him to be an embarrassment and threw him out despite all his hard work.

Still, Trace was nothing if not resourceful. During his time working for the Space Corp he had amassed a small fortune, which was only boosted by the various patents he had secretly filed in his spare time, patents that now earned a plentiful steady stream of income provided nobody knew where they truly came from. It was this small fortune that allowed Trace to bring form to his dream. Only 6 months after he had been dismissed from the Space Corp his ship was ready. It was small admittedly, but it was more than big enough for the one person. Plenty of comforts, a large bedroom, a separate bathroom, a small living area, a large cargo area filled with supplies. But at the heart of it all was his Hyperspace Engine. His greatest achievement, the greatest achievement in the history of mankind....no...in the history of the entire Galaxy!

Trace had left everything behind when the ship launched. He had said nothing to the few family and friends who still wanted anything to do with him, simply left a message behind. It was a simple message, explaining what he was setting out to do. He had also left behind detailed plans for his engine and ship so that it could be studied, refined...just incase this didn't quite work.
Everything had gone smoothly, the ship had launched into the atmosphere, gliding effortlessly into orbit among a sea of other traffic coming and going from the Earth, most heading to various space stations of the Lunar colony. But his ship broke away from it all, flying into open space. There had been various transmissions directed to him, demanding to know what he was doing, especially once he started broadcasting his ID signal, but he ignored them all.

"And so....I bring humanity into a new era...be they ready or not...." Trace tapped at a few controls, powering up the engine, then found himself hesitating above the final control. For a brief moment he looked out at the stars. He had never stopped to simply look at them before....not like this....and now...for this brief instant, this view was all that mattered. "Truly....there is a god behind this beauty...." Trace smiled slightly, then gently lowered his hand, pressing the engage control. There was a flash, the ships engines almost exploding with energy as the space infront of him seemed to almost rip apart, tendrils of energy reaching out to draw the ship in, and then suddenly nothing.

The ship had vanished, the tear gone leaving no trace behind. The ship had left this plane of existence, it had entered Hyperspace, though the imperfections of the drive had caused immense turbulence. Trace had been knocked out cold, his body limp across the controls, leaving the ship hurtling through Hyperspace at the mercy of the strange currents within, seemingly doomed to be lost until the engines would run out of power and dump him at a random point in normal space....
 
The Ithreanian's where an ancient race, living around five hundred and fifty two Galaxies away from Earth's solar system. there was never any chance that Human's, and Ithreanian's would ever, truly come in contact with each other, at least... that's what was common sense. the Ithreanian's didn't even know human's existed, the few Galaxies that where possible to explore without Hyperspace had no hint of life, so when a Spaceship suddenly appeared around their Orbit, well... they noticed, and Captain Tuth'Alma was already in Space, gathering particles from the most recent collision of two large asteroids. Ithrea was a massive planet, covered in bright blue water, and massive, massive trees that encompassed every inch of the planet. Tuth'Alma... Alma to her freinds, loved watching her planet from outside of Orbit, it was so gorgeously blue and green. unlike Earth, they didn't have Salt water, Salt was very rare, and the little they had, only went into the religious ceremonies as sacrifices to the three large suns that orbited around the Central planet of Ithrea. Ithrea, didn't move, it was the largest planet, the three smaller sun's orbited Ithrea like the Moon did the Earth. there was very rarely darkness on Ithrea, the only time there was darkness, was during the Lady Mother's Cycle, or 'winter' as Earthlings would know it, and even then, it was only for a few hours a night.

Tuth'Alma turned as Alarms started blaring, sending the small ship of Five Itruan into panic, thinking they where about to be smacked into by another Meteor. they scrambled to their positions on their ship, which was so large that Trace's tiny ship wouldn't even be able to dent the massive Itruan ship. Tuth'Alma raced to the Front Deck, hitting buttons and switches as she raced through the long halls, her long wings spreading as she floating down a large tube that let out into the massive windowed room that held the steering controls. what she saw caused a loud shriek of shock to leave her lips. there was another ship floating towards them, Hyperspace particles floating all over it, clinging to it as if it it had just been dipped in paint. she couldn't see it with her own eyes, but the Ships computer automatically identified the particulates. "...that's not one of ours!" a voice called down from one of the computer consoles. "it's not of any Known species!" another voice called, blue and read feathers flashing as the other two Ithrenian Itruan looked down at their captain. "Hail it!" Tuth'Alma demanded. "see if anything is awake in there..." "they have a Hyperspace Drive, whatever it is!" a fourth Itruan called, tapping quickly at a keyboard... nothing like what a human would use, and full of strange symbols, three times as many keys as a traditional human computer keyboard.

"Lock onto it!" Alma demanded. "pull it in... what is the breathing Atmosphere inside the ship?" "Oxygen rich, a little less oxygen than us.." "that could be from breathing..." "as long as whatever is inside isn't going to die when we crack that strange thing open." Alma stated with a shrug of her wings as they carefully pulled the Ship into the Loading Bay. they hovered around it, examining the design and examining the strange metals before they pulled the doors open and Alma carefully slipped inside. it was tight, and cramped and she searched every inch of the ship, looking amazed as she found a strange creature... no feathers... no horns... no claws... no breasts! she gathered the... whatever it was, into her arms and headed back out, taking the... strange thing to the medical Bay, hoping maybe someone would know what it was. the Ships Medical Ithnian stripped Trace Naked and scanned him from head to toe, her tail curling around a Syringe which was passed to her hand as she carefully drew blood and set it into the Genetic Identifier, so advanced, it could even map out their... guests, Immune system. "...whatever it is, it's immune system is similar to ours, as is it's genetic makeup... it's just missing a few hundred strands..." "why is it so... bare?" Alma asked, frowning a little. "it doesn't have the right genetic structure... this is how it's supposed to look i think... my records indicate... that this might be a... Male, like in the Everfeild System."

"A male? how strange..." Alma muttered poking at his cock. "well, is it damaged?" Alma asked, blinking a little as the other woman nodded. "yes, a concussion it looks like, a cracked... oh my! look at all of those ribs! well one of them is cracked. but it will be easy to fix." the Doctor promised examining the human. "hmm... this creatures anatomy is a little different, look at the size of it's lungs! and it's Muscle Structure!!!" this, was an exciting day, it wasn't often that you discovered a new species! "Ah! it's waking up!" the Doctor declared happily, leaning over Trace, speaking to him... but he wouldn't understand her. their Linguistics where very different. she babbled at him, concern and excitement in her voice as she carefully moved her finger in front of his eyes. no matter the species, it seamed Doctors always wanted you to tell them how many fingers they where holding up and wanted them to follow it. she babbled at him for a moment longer before she seamed to realize that he couldn't understand her, and reached over and grabbed something that looked like a Head set, only the little buds hooked right into her ears, and the translator was settled into a hole in her lip.

"Can you understand me now, little creature? yes? good. i am Ima'Rual. this is my Captain, Tuth'Alma. i am this ships Medical Ithnian. i am going to heal you." she explained. "you have a bruising of your brain, a concussion, which will need to be healed. and one of your... twenty four ribs, have been damaged, i will need to fix that as well." she admitted simply, showing him a small needle, full of a metallic little gray syrup. "these are... oh how do you translate? very tiny tiny robots, they will fix everything damaged." she promised, carefully slipping the tiny, tiny needle into his skin. "you will be sore for an hour or two, but the pain will fade after that." she promised as Tuth'alma slipped her own translator into her ears and lip. "Ask him where his breasts are!" she ordered simply, blinking at him, the Doctor chuckling a little. "Ma'am.. i don't beleive he is supposed to have breasts..." "but everyone has breasts!" Alma complained, prodding at his nipples. "well... i suppose their kind of there... just very tiny, yes?"
 
Trace had no idea how long he'd been out, the laws of time and space worked even more radically different in Hyperspace than he could possibly have imagined. By his calculations his hyperdrive shouldn't have been able to go more than a few hundred light years before the power-core needed to be refuelled....yet unknown to him he had somehow ended up trillions of light years from Earth, in a galaxy so far away it was beyond the range of even the best space telescopes that the Earth had.
When his ship was suddenly caught and drawn in, he didn't wake, remaining slumped over the control panel as alarms sounded in the ship. Even the almost deafening roar of the alarm when the doors were forced open from the outside didn't cause him to stir, the young human remaining completely out cold as he was carried onto the alien ship and placed on some kind of examination table, stripped bare for all the Universe to see.

Finally however, he began to wake, groaning and slowly raising a hand up to hold onto his head, wincing as he felt the pain. "The hell....?" He brought both hands up to his head, wincing as he shielded his eyes from the bright light, then felt an odd chill....before beginning to realise he was naked. Before he could do anything about it however he heard.....a noise....a very odd noise...certainly unlike anything he had heard before. Despite the pain his eyes snapped open and his arms moved out of the way of his eyes, allowing him to fix a gaze upon the alien doctor that was examining him, making a very odd noise that, from the way her mouth was moving, he assumed was speech of some kind, though the noises were most certainly beyond the ability of the human vocal cord. "....I don't understand what you're saying so you can speak all you want, I wont be able to answer" He watched her fingers and raised an eyebrow, though rather than answer he just reached up to push her fingers away due to how close they were getting.

When she put on some kind of device and suddenly started talking however, he raised an eyebrow. "....A translator....interesting..." His mind was already working in an attempt to figure out how the device worked. He barely even heard her as she spoke about his injuries. He'd had concussions before, broken bones from experiments that hadn't quite gone to plan, he was no stranger to minor injuries like this. The treatment method however, that did catch his interest. "....Nanomachines? Are they tailored to my physiology?" Before he could get an answer she had injected them into his body, Trace shivering slightly from the unusual sensation, though as he glanced down at himself he once again realised how naked he was.
".....First of all, where am I? Second of all, who are you? Third....why in the world am I naked...?" He looked up at the two aliens, then raised an eyebrow, practically glaring at Tuth'Alma. "I do not have any breasts, not am I supposed to. Now, I would appreciate my clothes being returned to me and then some explanations"
 
Rual chuckled a little and nodded. "yes, a translator. i can understand you, and you can understand me." she admitted. "but only one wearing this device will be able to speak with you... you lack the correct vocal muscles to be able to manage our language." she admitted, blinking at him. "though, with time, we may be able to learn yours." she admitted, smiling at him with her bright emerald wings, and eyes as red as a ruby. they had no pupils, just clear, color that studied him intently. "the Nanomachines, as you call them, are programmed only to heal physical damages. they cannot change your physiology." Rual promised him. "you are in the Thean Galaxy, we are not sure where you have come from, your Hyperdrive was... malfunctioned... it tore through a 'wave'" she hesitated a little. "it is like a Wind, through space and time." she hesitated a little and shook her head a little. "it is... difficult to explain, i do not know your ways of thinking." she admitted. "you leaped through space... and there is no telling where you started." she admitted. "we have only explored... thirty other Galaxies so far. there are over thirty three million galaxies that we are currently aware of." she admitted blinking at him.

"you are naked, because your strange coverings where not compatible with the Scans." Alma admitted simply. "we could not examine you for damages with them on." she admitted simply, blinking at him. "we, are the Ithreanians, of Ithrea." Ruan admitted, smiling at him. "as i said, i am Ima'Rual, this is Tuth'Alma. what is your name, and your species classification?" she asked, blinking at him as she carefully helped him to sit up, carefully helping him to get dressed. "you must rest, you are damaged." Ruan ordered simply. "we appear to have similar immune systems. this is good, it means you will eat and drink the same as us." she admitted. "we will bring you food, and water." she promised, gently patting his knee. "Alma, we must inform the High Lord of this." a new woman, wings as blue as sapphires, eyes as black as coal. "Get her on the Radio. let her know what's happening." Alma ordered simply. "we need to finish our job before we can go back to the surface." Alma admitted, amused that the new, Blue winged woman was already wearing a translator. "is everyone wearing a Translator?" "yes Ma'am. we thought it would be nice for the... whatever it is, to understand us." she admitted smiling at him and giving him a chipper wave before vanishing back out to where she'd come from to contact the planet.

"would you like to see where you landed?" Alma asked, smiling at him as she offered him his hand. "you must be a very intelligent race, to be building Hyperdrives. most of the species we've so far discovered are not... their brains aren't developed enough to understand how linear space works." she admitted, smiling a little. "come, this way." she ordered simply, leading him to the Main deck with all it's windows, letting him see the massive green and blue planet, with the three Sun's burning as they rotated around the massive Earth, which did not rotate, making the entire planet stable when it came to weather. "beautiful isn't it?" Alma asked, smiling at the planet. "that is our home, Ithrea. and the three Suns, Roan, Theorat, and Fauir." she admitted, smiling at him. "this is a map of our Solar System." she admitted, setting a hand on a map, Ithrea in the very middle, unmoving with the three suns around it, two more planets wobbling around the middle planet. "we are a small system." she admitted. "how many planets are in yours? it will help us locate your home world."
 
These translators were fascinating...Trace's mind was already whirring in trying to figure out how it worked. It had to be more than simple translation, after all they had never heard his language before so there was no way it could've analysed his speech that quickly. Perhaps there was some element of telepathy going on....or were their computers really just that advanced? Well there would be time to figure that out later. "Hmph, malfunctioned? That's impossible. My Hyperdrive can't have malfunctioned, something else must've happened. Some current within Hyperspace itself, or maybe an energy surge from the entry process that overloaded some of my systems...." He tapped his chin, already trying to think of what had happened, before looking up once again. "Thirty three million galaxies that you're aware of? Hm....perhaps I can look at your star charts...enter some search parameters to see if I can locate my own galaxy..."

He glanced over at Alma as she started speaking instead. "Oh? Well I'm a human, of Earth from the Milky Way Galaxy" He doubted any of that would mean anything. Even if they had discovered his galaxy it was more than likely they had a different name for it. "As for my name, I'm Dr Trace Quint" He was rather thankful to be getting dressed, pulling his clothes back on, dusting them down a little. "I can rest later, right now I need to see more of this ship, this technology and then your star charts. I didn't come here to do nothing more than waste my time resting" He folded his arms, glancing between the various people that had entered the room, before looking at Alma's hand. He stared at it for a moment, before looking up at her, just turning to follow her without taking her hand.

"I'm the only one to have built a Hyperdrive. The rest of my people have dismissed Faster than Light travel as an impossibility. They refuse to acknowledge the existence of Hyperspace, Wormholes or anything else that might permit travelling faster than light. I was ridiculed, so I built my drive and tested it anyway. At least I know I was right....now I just have to get back home and prove it" He stopped at one of the windows, looking out over it and raising an eyebrow, his attention focused more on the orbiting stars than the planet itself. "The stars orbit your planet? Fascinating....we haven't discovered anything like that in our own galaxy from our long range observations...." He moved closer to the window, glancing out at the unfamiliar pattern of stars, then over at the map she had brought up. "My star system has 8 main planets, along with multiple dwarf planets and smaller stellar phenomenon such as asteroids and comets....all of which orbit a Yellow Star at the centre of the system..." He glanced back at the window, watching the three small stars again. "This planet is far larger than any we have discovered....even our Gas Giants are small compared to this.....your planet...it's almost the size of a star...."
 
she chuckled a little. "no, it malfunctioned." she stated simply. "the Wire's crossed, and in combination with the Explosion that it created, your Hyperdrive was... boosted, for lack of a better word. it created a singularity which resulted in the effect being multiplied by several times. i'm assuming you only meant to travel two, maybe three light years?" she asked, her head tilted a little. "we might be able to calculate... well, i'll have my People put on it, i'm not good with that many numbers." Alma admitted simply. "we will get you into the Star System Room as soon as we get back to the planet. this Ship is not equipped with a Hyperdrive, so we only have the Local Star Map." she admitted. "what is a Doctor?" she asked, blinking at him, confused. "a Human... what a strange name.." she mused. "what language is it that you are speaking?" she asked curiously. "does your planet have a singular language, or multiple?" it was clear that just as he wanted to learn from her, she wanted to learn from him.

"it seams to me, that your people might be young?" she asked, her head tilted. "Ithreanians are very old, we're not for certain weren't he first of us crawled from the Waters of our world, but we have evolved many times during Great Disasters." she admitted, looking a little amused. "your people evolved, yes?" she asked, her head tilted. "your people will accept Hyperdrive Technology once you prove it's capabilities. if you would like, i can show you one of ours?" she offered. "we have found ways to adjust the power levels, until we can easily pinpoint a single planet in our travels." she admitted, looking ever so proud of that. "our hyperdrive is only three hundred years old, a relatively new discovery." she admitted as she watched him studying the stars. "yes, the Stars Orbit Ithrea." she admitted, smiling. "from what we can tell in our Studies, Ithrea was once a massive Star, a red Giant. of some sort." she admitted. "instead of exploding, or imploding into a Black Hole, our studies indicate that a massive Water filled planet slammed into it, doubling the Mass and killing the Flames of the Star." she admitted looking at him. "three suns where born from that explosion of Planet verses Sun, and the other two planets broke off from the Water world, and started to circle Ithrea as well." she admitted.

"Eight planets! remarkable!" she breathed, astonished. "and yours circles a singular star?" she asked, looking impressed. "your Star must be very impressive to hold that many planets in place." she admitted with a nod. "Ithrea is very impressive, but there are other planets that are larger." she admitted with a grin as she studied her world with a loving Expression. "The Lady Mother is good to us." she admitted softly. "Captain!" the green winged one was back. "The High Lord is requesting us to return to the Planet. he wants to meet the creature that we found!" Alma nodded. "yes, it will be good for her to meet the Human." "oh! a Human? what a strange name." "there will be a feast." Alma admitted, smiling at Trace. "it is not often we get visitors from other worlds!" she admitted with a small laugh as she moved over to the Console, speaking quickly. "Computer! Plot trajectory!" the computer chimed back in that strange, beautiful, almost birdlike language.

"Take us Down!" Alma ordered with a grin as they started to... free fall... it was like they had been held up by strings that had suddenly been cut. clearly, these people where insane, because Alma, and all of the others where laughing as the computer Chimed something again. as they neared the planet though, they began to slow until they touched the bright green ground, so covered in thick moss like grass that you couldn't even see the dirt. they had landed in a tiny clearing, the massive trees all around them where as big as some of the Skyscrapers on earth, towering over them with emerald trunks and emerald leaves that filtered the light from the three suns so it was still bright, but not blindingly so. there where small, strange animals and bugs flitting around this way and that... it was almost like being in the Amazon, on bigger and.... more life. "Welcome to Ithrea! isn't she beautiful?"
 
"The drive should have had fuel for up to 300 light years....more than enough.....but to have even gone to the nearest galaxy would be millions of Light Years...." Trance shook his head slowly. "I'll take a look at your maps...I'd like to investigate it myself at first. Just as I'd like to refine my own Hyperdrive. I don't want to see yours and simply take your ideas....if I don't perfect the Hyperdrive myself then it isn't my creation, it's nothing more than a copy of yours....my pride would never allow such a thing" He frowned as he looked back out of the window as she started to describe the origin of their planet. It sounded....well....it sounded as impossible as his Hyperdrive had to his colleagues....so he had to keep an open mind at least. "Amazing....we've never even theorised of such an event being possible......and as for bigger planets than this....that.....we would've thought it impossible.....a solid planet that big should collapse in on itself under its own mass....even a gas giant that large should collapse into a singularity or star...."

He rubbed his face, then looked up as someone else entered and called out that they were being summoned back to the planet. "Well.....I suppose it will be interesting to see your planet from the surface...though....I have to ask....I've seen no men so far on-board, is your entire crew female? Do men not crew your starships or something like that?" Trace looked over at Alma and raised an eyebrow. It seemed slightly odd that the entire crew was female....perhaps this was a matriarchal society where women were superior to men? Somewhat similar to a reversal of how Earth had been over a century before.

Before he could ask any further questions though he gasped as the ship suddenly started to fall towards the planet. "Wh-what?! Did the engines fail? We....we'll burn up! We need to correct our re-entry vector!" He looked at Alma, rather shocked she was being so calm....no...not calm...she was...laughing?! She was enjoying this? No....that made no sense...not unless... "....This is how your ship lands isn't it? You could have warned me of this?" He sighed and shook his head again, looking out of the window as the planet came into view. "Whoa...." The trees were the first thing to catch his attention...they were....amazing. Bigger than even buildings back on Earth...certainly bigger than any tree or planet they had. "...These....plants...they're bigger than anything on my world....this is....amazing...." He leaned against the window, staring for a few moments, before looking at Alma. "I'd like to see more of your world after we meet this High Lord person, whoever he or she is"
 
she nodded a little. "of course. if you like, we have many tools available to us. you may use them anytime you wish." she assured him. "i do not know if they will work with your machine though." she admitted. "you will have to look at them and see, or make your own." she admitted blinking at him with a small grin. "it is a great thing, isn't it though? exploring a science no one else thought possible. exploring the regions between reality, and impossibility." she looked at the world. "it is the Gravitation Pull of our Galaxy that allows it. you see, we are near where the Birth of the Universe was, and are much, much older." she admitted. "Space has a Density." she admitted. "the Density here is much, much stronger, which allows for very strong minerals, and very large planets." she admitted. "the further out from the 'center' of the Universe, the less Dense the Space is, and the smaller the planets." she admitted with a small grin. "if you have... what did you call them? Dwarf planets? you must be very far out of the Center."

she blinked at him, her head tilted a little. "we do not have Men in this world." she stated simply. "we are..." she paused, hesitating then. "i beleive," here the translator made a strange sound. "would be the appropriate term... i do not know if our translators have an earth language translation for you." she admitted blinking at him. "there is only one sex on Ithrea." she admitted before giggling at his reaction to their sudden decent. "well... no, this isn't normally how we're supposed to land. but it's the funnest." she admitted with a small laugh. "plus, it annoys the Guardians!" she admitted with a laugh as they touched down on the ground so gently the ship didn't even shudder. "of course you may see ore of our world!" she promised, grinning at him as she stepped over to a flat section of wall, pressing several spots on the wall, that looked like there was nothing on it. the empty wall slid open, and stairs slid down, letting them out. the world smelled strangely sweet and musty, almost like a rainforest only with a sweet, almost sugary scent to it. the Gravity was very similar to Earths, giving credibility to the Density theory she had spoken of earlier. "The High Lord will be waiting." Tuth'Alma admitted, smiling. "she will be preparing a feast for you." she admitted happily. "there will be much drinking and partying!" she admitted happily as she started walking.

the village was... massive, to say the least. their homes where built inside of the trees, each house carved out in such a manner that the tree could still grow. there where windows, and doors, and there where doors at the bases, and higher up, thirty, fifty feet up there where long rope and wood bridges that led from home to home high above them. there was laughter as small children ran from place to place, chasing tiny creatures that where faintly cat lie, only so fluffy they looked like round puff balls with legs and tails and tiny little ears. larger adults worked on skinning massive creatures, some as much as three times as large as the villagers. one such creature looked like a giant tarantula, the legs almost twenty feet long, was in the process of being butchered and harvested. it was a rainbow of feathers that drew the most attention. it looked like a massive blanket made of feathers, a shimmering, free hanging blanket that was covered in bells and beads and other such things and Tuth'Alma turned to him with a smile. "every Daughter, when she turns her twentieth day, and is able to breed, and make her own choices, adds her Feather to the Ancestry." she indicated the feathers. "and joins the Clan, and chooses her Path." she admitted, smiling as she turned to a woman who was walking towards them, her feathers a bright gold, her eyes just as golden. "this is my Mother, Rion'Tuth, and her Mate Tith'Evan." Tuth Alma introduced.

they both made a strange motion, spreading their wings out wide as they spread their arms as if to hug them. "an Honored greeting." Tuth'Alma explained with a small smile as she repeated the process to her parents, who babbled in their bird like language, enveloping their daughter in a hug and sharing kisses with her... full on the lips. they all turned to him and Alma handed her parents translators, which they put in rather clumsily, showing that they did not use them often. "Greeting to you, Star Traveler." the one with the golden feathers, Tuth, stated, offering him a smile. "it is an exciting time for us to meet a new creature such as yourself! and with such intelligence as well! my Daughter and her Crew have informed us that you lack the vocal cords to try and mimic our language, but that in time, we may learn your language. perhaps, in time, our people might be able to communicate with one another, and unlock more secretes of our worlds together?" she suggested, smiling at him. "please, come, you must be tired. Alma says you where damaged when your Starship 'Jumped'. you must be weary from such an event. we have food and drink, and comfortable siting arrangements where we may speak."
 
So this galaxy was near the centre of the Universe? The location of the Big Bang? Humans hadn't even been able to theorise on where that might be, what direction it would truly be from their home galaxy....they had no real way to tell. That didn't really help tell him just how far he had come....could still have been many galaxies away or even just the next galaxy over. "Hm? No men...?" He looked up and raised an eyebrow at the odd noise that the translator made, clearly whatever word she had said wouldn't have any real translation....they'd need to create a new word for it by the sounds of things. Still....completely female? How could they possibly reproduce like that? Could they be a race of clones? But then they seemed to be so genetically diverse from their appearances.... Asexual reproduction like an amoeba? But that would likely have similar issues to cloning. Perhaps there was some kind of disaster and the males had been wiped out, some kind of disease or something, but their race had reached a stage where some kind of cloning could take place whilst also introducing genetic variations and mutations to keep the gene pool diverse and prevent genetic breakdown.

"Whoa...." Trace looked around at the village as he emerged from the ship. He had to admit this wasn't what he expected....for a species with advanced spacecraft and Hyperdrive technology advanced enough to have explored neighbouring galaxies, he expected a glistening technological metropolis like back on Earth....not tree houses and rope bridges. "Are....all your settlements like this? Don't you have...cities? Artificial constructs? Off-world colonies?" He seemed rather confused by this seeming lack of technology....the village gave the impression that they hadn't even progressed past the hunter-gatherer stage of development, yet he'd just stepped off one of their spacecraft.
It was no surprise to see animals as large as that given the seeming nature of the plants and the planet itself, though he was rather unsettled by the spider like one, moving away from it instinctively, clearly unnerved by the creature, looking away quickly to the rather large blanket of glistening feathers. "Hm? When she's....able to breed...?" Trace raised an eyebrow, his earlier curiosity perking up again. The people were able to breed? "But.....how? If you're all the same gender then.....how is it possible?" That would throw his cloning theory out of the window....unless they considered donating genetic material to be a type of breeding anyway.

"Um..." He looked up as two women emerged, Tuth'Alma describing them as 'mates'...? As in....sexual partners? This was just getting more and more confusing. "Um....it's...nice to meet you" Trace spread his arms out, though had no wings to do the same with. He watched as Tuth'Alma actually....kissed her parents?! His mouth fell open slightly in shock when he saw that, then quickly shook his head. Maybe it was just a different custom....he had to keep in mind these were aliens...he couldn't apply the same cultural norms to these people as he did with humanity. "Well...yes I'm a Scientist in my world....Doctor Trace Quint....I look forward to getting to know you and your people" He glanced at Tuth'Alma, Rion'Tuth and Tith'Evan.....they were all so different...though it could be seen that Tuth'Alma did have some similarities to the other two women....as if she was related to them....but how was that at all possible?
 
she smiled as he absorbed that information and chuckled a little before nodding. "that's right. no men." she admitted simply. "we have seen man like creatures before... but they are very rare in this section of the Galaxy... a... how do you call? Birth defect?" she asked, her head tilted. "that is why we where surprised that you had no breasts." she admitted simply before grinning as she watched him look at their Village, before tilting her head, looking curious. "cities? why would we need artificial constructs? the Trees are better homes. we are not a... Technological species. yes, we are very advanced in our sciences, but only to better understand how to protect our world, and know how it works." she admitted simply. "we are Very close to the Lady Mother, she gives us all that we need, be it energy to fuel our technology, or food to fuel our bodies. she gives us all that we need, and in return, we take care of her as best that we can." Alma admitted simply, chuckling as she watched him inch away from the spider. "Thidren. very hard to take down, the Exoskeleton is very hard, makes for very good weapons and tools." she admitted. "warriors who bring down Thidren are very honored, and receive honored portions of the skin and meat. the Warrior who took the killing blow, get's to eat the heart... Thidren are rare, but a very sweet, and juicy meat." she admitted simply. "i think that you will like it. as an honored guest, you will get a good part of the Thidren. a very tasty morsel."

she giggled a little as she watched him try to figure out how they could breed, and realized that maybe not everyone in his world... well, he would find out soon enough she supposed. he was a very unique creature, many of the women would want to lay with him, compare themselves to him, and simply touch him to see if he was as sensitive as they where. "we will explain our Breeding habits with you soon." Alma promised, smiling at him. "if you promise to do the same?" she asked with a smile before turning to greet her parents. they all stared at him as he introduced himself and the two elders turned to alma who shrugged. "i do not know what a doctor is, or what a scientist is... but i imagine it is similar to our Itruan, being that he has been working on a Hyperdrive." Alma explained, the two nodding. "ah, Trace, this is the High Lord." she explained. "Rion'Tuth is my mother, and leader of our village." alma explained with a small smile as the woman nodded her head, and headed inside one of the trees. inside it was... well, beautiful. it was covered in silk like tapestries, each depicting stories of great courage and heroism, many of the tapestries where of the Ithreanians facing against the Thidren.

instead of chairs, there where hundreds of cushions, softer than anything he would have felt on earth, similar to fur, or maybe Egyptian cotton, the pillows and cushions supported him as they did the Ithrenian's, providing a soft seat around a blanket, that was covered in warm dishes that looked to be made of a shimmering glass that was vaguely multicolored... like looking at a rainbow oil slick in the water. the cups where bowl shaped, and filled with thick liquids in various interesting colors, some orange, some blue, some that looked vaguely like blood. there where also hot soups, dark broths and stuff that looked like it was simply heated water. there where slices of things, some that looked like fruit, some that looked like fish, some that looked like meat... some that looked like raw meat... there where chunks of rough looking bread, that was filled with something that appeared to be herbs.. it was veritable feast of a luncheon, perfect for a half starved Star traveler. everything on the table, was rather delicious. the drinks where so sweet, but it wasn't a surgery sweet, it was a fruit sweet, natural. the meats where rich in flavor, the fruits where also very sweet. clearly these people where used to sweetness. the bread was the strangest thing on the table... it was rough, tough like leather, and you chewed and chewed on it.. and then, it seamed to burst, or dissolve into a mass of flavors that was butter, and herb, and all together too wonderful.

"please, eat, enjoy your meal." Tuth offered, indicating the meal with a small smile. "rest, and relax after your ordeal." he offered, Alma smiling as she blinked at him. "tonight will be a Feast in your honor. it will be a boisterous affair, that will last long into the Night." of course, with three suns, there was no actual Night, but they had to sleep sometime, and during various times of the year, there where hours where there was only one sun on the Sky. "would you like to try out Scoomish?" Tuth offered, smiling at the other. "it is an Alcohol, very good for getting drunk." he admitted with a happy laugh as he offered a small flask, made of the same shimmering glass. inside was something that smelled like wine, but had the kick and bur of vodka. again, it tasted sweet, and yet somehow it was sour at the same time... like Pucker Schnapps, only with a heavier alcohol content. clearly, these people took their alcohol seriously. "you wished to know how it is that we breed?" Alma asked suddenly, smiling as she brought a Book over to him, it looked very similar to an Earth Anatomy book. inside was a picture of a an Ithrenian and all their internal parts, the long stringy, but strong muscles... they only had six ribs, making room for a large heart, and even larger lungs.... what was most interesting, was the... down below.

there where two... areas, like a womb, one which was attached to the cunt, like a Womb, but their Cervix could open and close at will, allowing either seed... or... something else. they also had a large open area, which looked as though it formed... eggs, like a bird, but it passed through... a cock... they where hermaphrodites! she turned the page and showed him how they coupled, the Alpha, the 'Male' or the impregnation of the relationship, mounted the female, and passed the tip of her cock into the other woman's Womb, and laid the egg there, and flooded the area with a thick substance that was like cum. during this process, a large 'knot' locked the two together until the 'Egg sac' was filled with one, or two eggs, and was filled until the Beta, or the 'woman' of the relationship, was round and full. the cum, then drew Genetic material out of the mother, and into the egg, where the fetus was formed. some of the Ithrenian's had contests, to see how full they could fill their mates, just with the seed. which could take days of nothing but sex, in which they where locked together by their genitalia. when the time came, the mother laid the egg in a nest of soft blankets, and the Baby had to break it's own shell. only if it was strong enough to break free, did it survive. the baby had to hatch itself, the mothers where not allowed to help, or risk bringing a weak, unhealthy baby into the world.

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"Would....it offend anyone if I didn't eat part of that....animal? We have similar creatures on my world....though much smaller...and....I have something of a fear of them..." Trace glanced at the giant spider-like corpse again, then away quickly as they entered the house, breathing a slight sigh of relief that he no longer had to see that thing outside. If there were things like that moving around on this planet...well....he certainly wasn't intending to wander off anywhere by himself if there was a risk of running into one of those things. "Wow...." He glanced around the house slowly once he was lead inside...it was like something from a history book. Nobody lived like this on Earth anymore....virtually the entire population lived in the cities or space stations in orbit of the Earth and its moon. Then again they didn't have trees even remotely as big as this. "Back on my world we have nothing like this....even the largest trees aren't much wider than a person.....and certainly nowhere near as tall...." He slowly sat down when invited to do so, blinking at the odd variety of food before him.

Much of it had analogies at least with food from Earth, though it was in appearance only. As soon as Trace started to eat it was quite clear this food was unlike anything on Earth, in both taste and the experience eating it. Still, many of the new tastes were certainly pleasing...almost everything was sweet in some way too....this planet would be a dentists nightmare. Still, Trace ate plenty, he was extremely hungry after all thanks to being unconscious for so long...quite possibly days given how far he had apparently travelled. By the time he was done he smiled, relaxing back a little, then blinking as Alma mentioned a feast. "Uhh...a fest as well...? I don't know if I'll be that hungry again that quickly..." He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned getting drunk...that was something that Trace had...well...never done. "I've never really been huge on alcohol or getting drunk....it would only get in the way of research by making my head unclear. If there was time to attend parties and get drunk, then that was time better spent carrying out research"

He shook his head as she mentioned their breeding habits again, then brought over a book, Trace assuming it would be some kind of scientific textbook. "Hm? Oh...well yes I have to admit I was rather curious" He glanced down as the book was opened. He couldn't understand the bits of text dotted around, but the pictures were more than clear.
"I....oh my....Hermaphrodites...? I don't think there are any real ones on Earth..." He blinked as he examined the book a little more closely, then started to notice the egg sacs....and other illustrations detailing the actual process of fertilization. "Uhhh.....this is rather...graphic...for a textbook isn't it?" Trace's cheeks had flushed a little, whilst he was no stranger to the concept of sex and found no embarrassment in it, he was only used to the concept of human sex...and even then in rather more clinical scientific textbooks. This however was more like pornography than a textbook.
"Um...." He blushed again as the book went on to detail what looked like some kind of....inflation contest was the only way to describe it. "I....your people....this is....very...very different to my world...." He rubbed his head. "On my world we have two genders....males have a penis and women have the womb.....the man ejaculates into the woman and impregnates an ovum....and then 9 months later gives birth to a live baby....." He looked away from the textbook, but unfortunately whoever he looked up at, be it Alma or one of her parents, all he could now imagine was one of them participating in this odd, from his perspective, version of mating. "S-so um....Alma....you've....participated in this....contest? Or....have a uh.....wife or mate...?" It was the only question that came to his head, though Trace honestly wasn't quite sure why.
 
they all paused and blinked at him, looking confused when he asked if he could not eat it and Alma pondered that for a moment. "you have to at least try a little piece." she ordered with a smile. "it looks ugly, but the meat is so tender and moist." she admitted, sounding as if she was about to drool. "i will let you try a little piece off of my plate, and if you like it you can have more, and if you don't like it, you don't have to eat it." she promised smiling at him a little. "and the Feast will not be for another..." again the Translator made a strange sound, and she grimaced a little. "i guess our time system is too different from yours, the Translator can't pick up your brain signals for a translation." she admitted shaking her head. "the feast will not be for some time yet." she admitted. "you will be very hungry by the time it comes. food hasn't even started being prepared." she admitted with a small laugh. "and not everyone drinks, it will be ok if you do not get drunk." she promised with a grin at him as she handed him the book. "these are how we teach our children about their reproductive organs, once they are old enough to bear eggs, and birth children." she admitted.

"Hermaphrodite?" she asked, her head tilted. "of course it is graphic, how else will the little ones learn? it is useful in explaining how we mate to other species as well." she admitted with a nod. "people understand how we are as a species much more when they understand how we reproduce." she admitted, blinking at him. "two genders!? how amazing!" she muttered, clearly astonished. "there is no need to apologize, from what i can see, your species is very reserved?" she asked, her head tilted. "sexuality is an important aspect of our life. we enjoy it very much." she admitted, smiling a little. "here, there is no Taboo, save for killing of course. and mating with children... to murder is an instant death sentence. to molest a child... well, there are fates worse than death." she admitted simply, Tuth nodding slowly. "such things are rare in our Tribe." he assured Trace. "and there is no such thing as Rape here." he admitted. "if someone asks you to mate, or enjoy the body, you can say no." he promised Trace, offering him a small grin. "everyone will be very interested in you, in more ways than one. you will get many offers, if only to examine your body. we have never known a Male before."

Tuth'Alma had to laugh a little and she nodded at his sheepish question. "i have taken place in such contests." she admitted, looking amused. "it proves a woman's virility! and it is great fun for both partners." she admitted. "but i have no Single Mate right now." she admitted with a small chuckle. "why, where you interested?" she asked playfully, wiggling her eyebrows at him before chuckling as she examined him a little more intently. "you know... you ARE rather attractive." she admitted playfully with a small laugh as she enjoyed a slice of some sort of fruit, humming happily before pondering the two genders things. "so, the male spills his seed into a female, and the female carries a baby, no egg?" she asked, looking rather baffled. "how fascinating! we carry the eggs for two, maybe three months, allowing the little Fetus inside to get all the genetic material it needs before we lay it. then it incubates for another six to eight months, growing as big as it needs to get before it breaks itself out of the shell... a woman of your species really carries a baby for that long? i can't imagine how awful that must be!" she admitted, shaking her head a little.
 
"I...well....it's far more graphic than how we teach our children....though we don't teach anything about....'contests' or anything. Just...the scientific facts of reproduction is all...." Trace looked up at her and blinked as she spoke of no taboos on this world. Was that why she had been so....affectionate...with her parents? Was even incest not a taboo on this world...? This culture was most definitely very different from any on Earth....even the most liberal of cultures weren't anywhere near this open about things. "H-huh? Interested in....me? Um....oh come on...I'm really nothing special on my world...there are plenty of far more attractive men than me back home..." He blushed and glanced away, the blush only deepening when Alma mentioned that she had taken place in these....inflation contests for lack of a better term.

"Y-you have huh? O-oh....well...there's certainly nothing like that back home. I uh.....men couldn't ejaculate anywhere near enough to do that with our females. Even if they could we uh....don't tend to be 'large' enough to reach the womb directly as this contest seems to require....I mean....5 or 6 inches in length..." He held up his hands to demonstrate the unit of measurement "..is what is average. Some can be up to 10 or 11 sometimes, or they can be smaller. As for...volumes...well....nowhere near enough. Maybe...." He held up his glass, then placed his finger quite near the bottom. "Maybe to fill this up by about this much?" It was strange to explain something like this in such odd detail....but this kind of thing was probably to be expected when meeting an alien race. Sooner or later the subject was bound to come up....he just hadn't expected it to be quite so soon...or open....or infront of the parents of the person who had brought him to her planet.

He coughed slightly to try and clear his throat and mind, then jumped a little as she asked if he was interested, looking back at her. "I...n-no I....I mean I...that is..." He sighed slightly, hanging his head. "Humans are....very curious. We tend to ask a lot of questions without really thinking about them first..." He rubbed his face slowly, taking a deep breath before looking back up to her and nodding. "Yes, a male ejaculates into a female and, provided she is ovulating at the time, there is a chance she may become pregnant. If that happens, she carries the child for 9 months as it develops and then gives birth. Our species don't hatch from eggs as it seems yours do. Sometimes a mother can bear more than one child at a time....I think 8 at once was the record, though that's rare. It's more usually two or sometimes three"
 
Alma smiled as she nodded. "Virility contests are a common milestone for the youngsters. it's tradition for a young Ithreanian to show just how much cum they can produce, and how much they can take. it shows good breeding." she admitted simply. "the best of the youngsters, always have the most, and the best mates, which lead to stronger young, and more of them." she admitted simply. "you do not have such things?" she asked, rather astonished. "in any case, you are a very attractive creature." she admitted simply. "and very interesting looking with the lack of breasts and so... your just... naked! no feathers... no tail! no horns! many will want to see you naked, just to see if you have things that we don't." she admitted, looking amused before looking baffled. "you do not ejaculate that much? ... what little organs! but then, i imagine your Penis is fit to match your... what are they called... female?" she asked, blinking at him. "you do not need to be as long as ours does to impregnate your Beta's." she stared at his finger in the glass, shocked. "how many... how do you say? balls? do you have?" she asked. Ithreanians had six, three on each side along the spine, and they where quite large. they had no external balls, at least according to the pictures.

"it is alright if you are not attracted to us Trace. many species are not." Tuth promised, laughing at the others stuttering protests. "if you do not wish to lay with us, or explore bodies with us, you only have to say so. we understand that we are very... sexual, in nature, much more so than other species." Tuth admitted with a chuckle. "we do understand curiosity however. Ithreanians are very curious. it is how we are so advanced technologically. if we where not so tied to the land, we may have destroyed it by now in our eagerness to understand everything." he admitted simply. "but we are Tied to the Lady Mother. if She is Sick, than so are we." Tuth admitted, Alma nodding a little before they all looked utterly astonished at the mention of how many babes a human woman could carry. "e...eight babies!" Alma gasped, astonished. "it is very rare for one of our Beta to carry TWO! so very rare that there is only one set of Twin in this Clan! Me and My Sister, Amal." she admitted before pausing. "where is Amal anyway?" "gloating of course, She is the one who brought down the Thidren today. took the Kill shot." Alma looked overjoyed. "oh good for her! her first Thidren! i will have to make her something special!" Alma chirped gleefully, clapping her hands.

"i must be going now." Tuth admitted suddenly, glancing at what looked like a Clock, only there where forty or so symbols on the clock... did they truly have such a long day? considering the girth of the planet, probobly so. they where probobly like ancient human's though, they slept when they where tired, ate when they where hungry, fucked when they where horny. it didn't look as if anyone had want for anything, and so without the 'arms race' to be the best, or have the most money, or the best things, they could focus a great deal more on what they wanted.. like raising families, gardening and hunting and gathering, and learning about their planet. it was like... Eden, only rated XXX. Tuth offered Trace another bow, her mate doing the same, and Alma smiled, bowing her goodbye to them as well before turning to him. "my mother Evan, cannot speak." she explained to him suddenly. "i forgot to say... she is Ithnian. a worshiper of the Gods." she explained, smiling at him. "she has taken a Vow of silence, to better serve them." she admitted, taking a peice of fruit and nibbling on it. "this will be your Hut." she explained.

she turned to the 'Clock' which only had a single hand, that moved slowly across the face which was carved very intricate, it was rather beautiful. "we are at this Time." she explained, tapping the number that the pointer had passed. "the feast is not until this time."she moved all the way to the bottom, like moving from 12:00 to 6:00. "it is a very long time to go." she admitted, smiling at him. "come, i will show you the bathing area, and the... waste removal, area." the bath house and the toilette where certainly good places to know. "the peeing room is not attached to any houses. we do not want out body diseases to infect our growing grounds." she admitted, taking his hand and leading him through the village, pointing out things from time to time. like one of the Ithreanian's who was covered in thick, black armor. "a Guardian. they protect us from other clans, and other species should something attack. they are above even the High Lord. so if Mother Breaks Law, they can take her off the 'Throne' and the People, and the Council appoint a New High Lord." and another woman garbed completely head to toe in a white gown. "another Ithnian. she has taken a vow of celibacy. not even to bear children will she ever have sex." Alma explained, looking rather horrified at such a decision.

she led him a mile into the woods, where the bathrooms where, they where more like outhouses, but they didn't stink, and where well lit with candles, as was the path that led to them. the Bathing houses where intricate works of art. there where three pools on a decending scale. and they where communal, full grown adults, and babes clearly just hatched and screaming their little heads off. the bottom pool, was for scrubbing, soaping up, and washing away the grime, it was fed by the pool above it, and emptied into a drain on the dirt floor. the second pool was for rinsing, and deep cleansing. it was a pink color from the rock it was carved from, and made the skin tingle as it ate any dirt or muck out of the pores... unfortunately, it also ate all of Trace's body hair. it left his eyebrows, and the hair on the top of his head alone, but the rest of it was gone when he stepped out of the bath. the third tub was the warmest, and was simply for relaxing and soothing sore muscles. it was fed with a waterfall that fell from above. there was no ceiling. it gave him a good chance to examine the others, who also where completely bare of body hair save for what was on their heads. they did have very soft feathers in some... interesting places though. whether or not he got naked and joined them, or opted to use the private one in his own home, he saw more cock and breast than he ever wanted to.
 
So these contents were common? Hell, it sounded like they were practically mandatory if you wanted to be a success in life. As 'exotic' as he was as an alien species, his complete lack of any ability to compete in such contests would likely make him little more than a passing fad if they placed so much importance on being capable of producing volumes of ejaculate measured in litres or gallons. It would take months of masturbation for a human to produce anywhere near that much. "We don't have such things at all....our bodies aren't capable of producing anywhere near that much ejaculate at once....it would take months to produce that much with our bodies" He shook his head slightly. "And....yes, you're right. Our size is more indicative of our females, even small ones are more than capable of impregnation" He sighed, then raised an eyebrow as she asked about his balls, glancing up. "....Two...our males all have two. They're in that 'sack' you saw at the base of my penis when you had stripped me down on your ship. And I imagine they're significantly smaller than your own"

"Well....I never said I did not find your people attractive. In many ways you're very similar to human females....though ours don't have the wings or horns or the tail....and most of your species are somewhat taller than most humans. I'm only just under average height for a human, but from what I've seen of your species you're somewhat taller than us...." He blushed again and glanced away as she spoke about 'exploring their bodies'....he had to admit....the thought most certainly had crossed his mind more than once. He was the first human to meet these people...he could be the first human to mate with them....hell, the first human to mate with any alien species. Even if it wasn't exactly something recorded in great detail, he would know.
Before he could ask more questions it seemed Alma's parents had to leave, Trace looking up and bowing his head to them in an attempt to show some respect, then glanced at Alma, following her view to the clock....which was rather complex. "Hm....I see..." He nodded lightly, his mind already working to decipher their timekeeping system. For someone of his intellect it wouldn't take long, he'd just need a few frames of reference is all.

Trace smiled lightly as she took his hand, leading him out of the village and off towards some kind of bathing area, glancing around at the guardians...clearly some kind of soldiers. The weapons they carried appeared rather primitive, but he suspected they hid far more advanced technology within to deal with any alien threat capable of reaching their world. "Hm? A vow of celibacy...?" Trace was genuinely surprised to hear that....a vow of celibacy on a world like this? It sounded almost impossible....hell...it definitely sounded rare. He had thought of this entire race as sex crazed perverts....to think that there was a caste of them that swore off sex forever....it just seemed so strange.

"Hm? Ah...we have something similar to these on Earth...communal bathing areas, in some of our cultures. Some have what we call Hot Springs too, natural sources of hot water. It's rare they're used anymore though, most people bathe in private at home, either alone or sometimes with their partner" He studied the different pools carefully, though blushed as he saw rather a lot of naked flesh...all of them very female...but with something very male hanging between their legs....and all of them were much bigger than any human most likely was.

"I um....well...." Trace coughed and blushed, glancing away. "I....suppose I certainly could use a bath....I'm not sure how long I was unconscious on my ship...." He glanced at the pools again, then back to Alma, if only to avoid looking at so many naked people. "I....suppose that I should be prepared to indulge in your culture a little more so....perhaps we can use these bathing pools? It doesn't appear too crowded after all..." Hell, it wasn't like Alma hadn't seen him naked already, so some of the embarrassment was gone already. And besides, he had been right that he should be prepared to take part in their culture. He could be on this world for a very long time, so it would be better for him to get used to their ways of life sooner rather than later. "Come on" He started walking towards the first pool, beginning to remove his lab coat. "Before I lose my nerve and change my mind" He wondered just what was allowed in these pools....was mating allowed in this place? He hadn't seen any public displays of sexual activity so far, but that didn't mean it didn't go on.
 
she nodded a little. "most creatures we come across are not capable of producing the volume of cum that we are able to." she admitted simply. "but most do not need to either. it is necessary to produce great volumes, so that it may pull Genetic material from the Beta's cells and place it inside of the Egg." she admitted simply before looking astonished. "those where your balls? external balls?! do they not get damaged!?" she asked, clearly astonished by the idea as she flipped the page and showed him how they had six balls, running the length of their spine. it was no wonder they produced so much cum. "they are smaller than ours, but, i suppose with only a little bit of sperm content needed to impregnate your females, you do not need very large balls..." she mused. "how fascinating! i would very much like to get a full scan of each of your systems..." she admitted. "muscle, bone, nerve, blood..." she mused. "with your permission of course!" she assured him. "your species are so fascinating! i've never met a creature so... harmless before." she admitted. "no claws, no fangs... i imagine you are the top of your food chain, yes? we are not the top of the food chain here... perhaps you never needed to develop physical defenses because there was no need to..." she mused, examining him intently.

she had it mostly correct. human's where not active prey to anything. they often died because of animals, but there was no big bad monsters to hunt them, so they had never needed to develop anything. but not because they where bigger or stronger, but because of their weapons. from sticks and stones, to cannons and pistols, they where more focused on killing each other, than staying alive. she smiled at his reaction to the time keeping device and she had to chuckle a little and tried to explain how the clock worked. as far as she could explain, was that each number was somewhere around an hour, or a half an hour of their average day, and that when the clock made a full circle, from top to top, a full day had passed. from how the hand was moving, the average day, was forty hours long... from how massive the planet was, that wasn't really all that shocking, it was almost three times the size of earth, and the suns moved around it a little faster than Earth's moon did. the planet was just so exotic, nothing like it had ever been discovered. if Trace managed to find a way home, maybe even taking some of the Ithreanian's with him, he was going to be the biggest name in Earth's history since Thomas Edison!

"yes, a Vow of Celibacy. every one of our Priestesses gives up something. they take vows, vows of celibacy, vows of silence, vows of peace, they do this to better understand and accept the Lady Mother, and the Gods." she admitted, smiling at him a little. "it is a worship thing. i am glad to not be one, only those with great passion for the gods really go into such worship." she admitted with a shake of her head. "Beta-Mother had hoped that i would go into worship, but i went into Science and study instead. my Sister, Tuth'Amal went into the Guardian's. she has trained very very hard, and has become captain, she is VERY pleased." she admitted with a smile. "she will be pleased to meet you when she is finished with her duties." she admitted as she watched him take in the bathing area a smile on her lips. "i do not know how long you where asleep either. you had a concussion, so it could have been a full day, or many Seasons. or even Cycles! when one plays with Hyperspace, there is really no telling." she admitted chuckling as she started stripping off her own clothing, revealing her firm body to him.

"oh! before i forget." she stated giving him a stern look. "there is no sexual activities in front of children." she ordered firmly. "you see how many of the children in here have no wings, or very small ridges along their backs?" she asked, indicating a young girl who looked fully mature, but only had thick bone like ridges poking out of her back. "they are too young to engage in any form of intercourse, and it is forbidden to do anything with them, as they are not mature, or ready, and it may harm them even if you don't touch them." she explained. "when a Woman is mentally, and physically ready at the age of twenty Cycles, her wings are cut out, and freed." she smiled. "and her feather is added to the Ancestry." she pointed outside. "the village is split into two halves. on this half, the families with children live, here they care for each other. on the other side, the Single adults live. they usually spend most of their time fornicating and having fun until they reach their Thirty Cycle or so. then they start looking for the job, or place that is right for them... most do not start looking for mates until their fifty, or sixty Cycle." she admitted with a nod. if a Cycle was a year... then that meant that people here where getting 'married' at fifty, breeding at fifty... just how long did these people live!?

despite the no fornication rule, there was a lot of touching in the bath. stroking, holding, nuzzling, cuddling. they where a very tactile people apparently, like monkeys sort of. they groomed each other and snuggled each other, always touching, smiling, playing as they enjoyed each others company. many of the women where even bathing each other, rather erotically, but it seamed a harmless thing, because no one was hard... it was... fascinating as everyone bathed and cuddled each other, and ran fingers through thick feathers, grooming each other as they hummed and sang and talked in their pretty song bird languages.
 
No sexual activity in the bathing areas....well....not infront of children anyway. He had a suspicion that there were times that children were not allowed in the pools just so that displays of rather public affection could take place in this area. It just seemed the kind of thing these people would have organised. Still, it was good to know they had strict rules about any kind of activity around children. "We have similar rules on our world, though the age of consent for our race is 16 of our years....though from what I understand of your time system one of your cycles is perhaps roughly equivalent to one of our years..." He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned how long they seemed to leave things. "...Just...how long do your people live? Our average lifespan is around 110 years, so around 110 of your cycles...before we usually die of old age. It seems you live a lot longer than we do......"

Trace approached the first pool, removing his jacket and shirt, glancing back at Alma and blushing as she had stripped down completely naked, revealing somewhat plentiful breasts, not to mention a rather significant cock hanging between her legs...bigger flaccid than Trace was when erect. He quickly glanced away, removing the rest of his clothes and then getting into the water quickly in an attempt to hide his growing arousal. He was trying to focus on other things but....there were plenty of mature women here all naked...and touching each other...poking...cuddling...squeezing. Despite their highly sexual nature, or perhaps because of it, they seemed to have a much greater control over their arousal....seemingly able to control when they became erect, or at least delay it. How else could they be so restrained when so naked and so close?

"This....liquid...feels very strange..." Trace shivered as he sank into it, a slight tingling on his skin. It didn't hurt, if anything it felt rather nice...almost pleasurable even...though he had no idea what was happening to the hairs around his crotch, on his legs, arms and chest or under his arms...all the hairs being harmlessly stripped away beneath the surface of the liquid, whilst Trace's hands tried to cover up his crotch. "This....does feel very good....much more relaxing than a normal bath in water back on my world..."
 
she blinked a little. "we live anywhere from two hundred, to three hundred Cycles." she admitted simply. it was no wonder they could wait till they where fifty before settling down to have children, or longer! "such a short lifespan." she muttered studying him a little, her head tilted. "how many Cycles are you now? i am Forty One Cycles." she admitted simply. "you are not a child are you? it would be very inappropriate for me to have been.. offering, things to you if you are.." she looked very, very worried about this. though, he had told her that the breeding age was sixteen for his people... as long as he was sixteen Cycles.. she would be alright, though it was still... unnerving enough that if he was not twenty Cycles, a lot of the people would treat him like a child. not that being treated like a child was a bad thing, not here anyway. they where treated just like adults once they reached the age of Ten Cycles, they just couldn't have sex...

most everyone was castling sly glances at him as he undressed, watching in amazement as the young kids laughed and ran around the water, playing with each other as they slathered each other up in soap and water. Alma noticed his arousal, but said nothing, he wasn't the only one hard, a few of the kids where too, but that was just from excitement. they didn't have the control that the adults did yet. "we have muscles inside, that allows us to keep blood from flowing there." she explained. "you do not have such things?" she asked curiously, her eyes flicking to his half hard cock almost curiously as she helped him wash his back, scrubbing out dirt and sweat and anything else that was bad for skin. she giggled as he commented on the water in the second pool and she nodded. "yes, you see the rocks here? inside is a very tiny micro organism that we call Laych." she explained. "they come out of the rocks when the water is disturbed, and they eat all of the dirt in our pores, making us clean." she explained with a grin. "oh, i almost forgot... do not pee in the water." she ordered sternly. "the water is cleaned and recycled for use in other places, but Urine cannot be purified by our systems." she admitted simply as she relaxed in the water, sighing as she enjoyed the exfoliation.

as she led him up to the resting pool she paused and stared at him before she started to giggle. "oh no... that was not expected..." she admitted, giggling again. "all of your fur is gone!" she teased with another bright giggle. and indeed it was. there wasn't a single hair left on his body as she snatched a large fluffy towel looking thing and carefully wrapped it around his waist to keep the others from seeing his hard on. some of the other women where doing the same thing, so it didn't look strange at all. "i am very sorry, i didn't know the Laych would eat all of your fur..." she admitted, trying to restrain her giggles. "they don't bother our feathers or our face hair so..." she shook her head. "i am very sorry Trace... the relaxing pool doesn't have anything like that in it, i promise..." although, there was something inside him that was about to cause some problems. the Nano machines that the doc had put inside of him, where long finished healing his injuries... now they where working on fixing everything else. they couldn't give him a womb yet, but they where constructing an Egg Carrying 'tube sack' that was attached to his anus, allowing him to be stuffed, safely with eggs, and seed as whoever mated him first would no doubt do. and they where working on giving him a very nice pair of breasts... who knew what other things the little machines would do to him! give him wings? grow him a tail? give him horns!? who knew!?

(i'll let you decide just what they transform ;) you can give him a cunt too if you like XDD but i thought it would be fun to have them screw his ass first lol)
 
(Sorry for the late reply. Busy time of year! x.x)

"Two to three hundred years....? So long....I so wish we could live that long....there's so much to do and so little time...." Trace shook his head slowly. There were some projects he'd heard rumours about, attempts to expand the human lifespan, but he wasn't a biologist, he could only begin to grasp the basics of the work that had been going on....though he'd long since lost access to any of those projects. "Hm? My age? Well it was my twentieth birthday last month. And I most certainly am not a child" There was a slightly angry tone to his voice...he hated being called a child....his entire professional career he had been called a child....and just as he had been starting to change that he had come out with his theories on Hyperspace....after that the insults had just started all over again.

"Uh....yeah...we don't have anything to stop that....our bodies....do have a habit of doing what they want sometimes whether our minds want it or not...." He coughed and blushed slightly, then sank into the odd liquid, he certainly couldn't call it water. "Huh?" He blinked as she started to wash his back before he could even say anything, but then it shouldn't have been surprising. It seemed to be a pretty common thing....infact he couldn't see anyone bathing alone....everyone was with at least one other person it seemed, just washing each other without necessarily asking one another for it. "A micro organism...? There are things living in this water...? I...see...." No wonder he couldn't see any of them using soap, or anything like soap. There was no need for it. The water itself was removing the dirt far better than any kind of soap ever could.

"Hm? Not expected?" He glanced down and blinked, then gasped and looked himself over. "My...my hair...?" He quickly reached up for his head, then let out a sigh of relief. "At least this hair is alright it seems.....just seems to have removed body hair..." He let out a sigh of relief, then another one when she wrapped a towel around his waist. "Ah...thanks..." He smiled lightly, the towel feeling rather nice against his skin. "It's alright.....I guess you didn't know....just feels strange to have no hairs on my body...gonna take some getting used to..." He followed her up to the next pool, removing the towel and slowly sliding into the water in order to relax.

Inside him the nano-machines were busy at work indeed, attempting to 'repair' what they perceived as damage. However there was far more at work. Whilst he had been in the pool, many of the Laych organisms had entered his body. This wasn't unusual, it happened to everyone who got into the pool after all and was perfectly harmless. Infact the Laych were even older than the Ithreans themselves, the Laych had even influenced the Ithreans evolution, even sharing some of their DNA. The nano-machines had not been oblivious to this fact, and they could see the DNA of the Laych as containing parts that were 'missing' from Trace's body. They had quickly moved in on the Laych, extracting the DNA and then immediately setting to work on grafting it onto Trace's own DNA. It would by no means turn him into an Ithrean, but it was definitely the beginning of giving him small elements of Ithrean genetic structure.

As Trace leaned back to relax in the pool he closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh. He couldn't even feel the changes...why would he? After all his DNA was being altered, or more precisely it was being added to. The nano-machines could add brand new sequences onto his existing DNA but they couldn't alter or remove what was already there. He didn't even notice as his body was changing slightly. First it was his balls...swelling a little as they grew a little larger...though unknown to anyone there were totally new ones also beginning to form inside of his body. Even more noticeable however was his chest slowly beginning to expand. It was subtle at first, just his nipples changing, becoming larger and puffier. But then his flat chest started to expand outwards. Slowly but surely he was growing a set of breasts, and he seemed so relaxed that he was oblivious to it, just attributing any odd sensations to the liquid he was bathing in. By the time the growth stopped, a firm and perky pair of 40DD breasts were now sitting on Trace's chest.
 
she smiled a little and nodded. "you are not a child then." she chirped simply. "you are very much an adult, particularity to have such hardships when it comes to your scientific work." she admitted, nodding a little. "you will have to talk to Iner'Thrut. she's the daughter of the Scientist who created our own hyper-drives. if you let her see your hyper-drive, and your mathematics, she might be able to calculate the location of your planet, and figure out a way to return you to your planet." she admitted with a small smile before looking astonished at his lack of body hair... frankly, non of the Ithreanians had body hair... not even the babies when they where born had hair. it had been bred out of them thanks to the Laych. she smiled as he settled into the relaxing pool, and lounged with him, sighing softly as she closed her eyes, smiling a little as she napped. they new the Laych had affected their own Evolution, in fact they where certain it was the Laych why there was only one single sex on the planet... but they never imagined it would affect a species that wasn't their own.

the Genetic structure of the Ithreanian and the Human where very similar though, so it wasn't that much a shock if one really thought about it, but as the man's body began to change, Alma began to get a very bad feeling. "oh my Gods!" Alma shrieked, startled as she clapped a hand to her mouth, looking at him in horror. "oh... oh no! oh... oh what happened?!" she asked, staring, shocked... in fact, all of the people where there where staring at him, a little stunned as they examined his new pair of breasts. "oh no... please don't be mad! i'm sure we can fix this... it's just the Nano Machines i'm sure!..." she stuttered, wrapping the towel around his waist, scooping him up, and racing to a 'tree house' where Ima'Rual was working on another Ithreanian. this house was very different from the others, there was glossy metal surfaces, and technology everywhere. this was clearly the hospital, or their version of the hospital. Ima'Rual was clearly scolding the young Ithreanian on the 'operation Table' as she literally sewed the creatures wing back onto it's back. it had been severed clean off.

instead of being asleep though, the young lady was scowling and chattering back, clearly unhappy about being scolded as her wing was reattached to her body. "just wait here." Alma ordered calmly, moving over to Ima'Rual and whispering in her ear, Rual looking shocked as she looked over at Trace, her mouth dropping open in shock before she shook her head muttered something back to Alma who nodded and took a seat next to Trace while Rual finished attaching the wing, moving a machine over to the wing. a very tiny red beam shot out, like a tiny laser, an with the smell of burning flesh the girl on the table finally showed signs of discomfort, her eyes closing and her teeth gritting as the wing was sealed closed, and then bandaged tight to her body so she couldn't use it, and sent her on her way. then she turned to Trace, examining him with a look of complete bafflement as she examined him from head to toe before chattering at Alma who nodded. "she's going to take a blood sample." Alma explained as Rual approached with a needle and drew a small sample of blood so effortlessly, it didn't even hurt.

she moved over to a machine and examined the blood very intently through various technological tools, shaking her head in shock as she motioned Alma over, the two of them talking in their pretty bird language for a long time, clearly trying to figure out what had happened as Rual pointed to a sheet of paper with thousands of strange symbols on it. finally they looked over at him and motioned him over as well. "we need to examine you. you don't have to get naked, we have a machine that will look at every part of your body, skin, nervous, organ, bone..." she had him lay down on a table and told him not to move and in a matter of a minute he'd had five, full body pictures, which where now hanging in front of them, letting them see what had changed from the first set of scans from the ship. "...oh my..."
 
"Hm? What is it?" Trace opened his eyes when Alma shrieked, but he was just looking at her, not noticing the added weight on his chest due to the water supporting his newly grown breasts. "What is it?" He looked behind him at first, thinking that she was freaking out about something behind him, but he saw nothing there. When he looked back to Alma he also noticed others staring....directly at him. "...What..?" When he moved, he felt something....odd....like an extra weight. Slowly he looked down, his large breasts rather quickly coming into view. "What...what the hell did you do to me?!" He quickly stood up, breasts bouncing and glistening with water in the bright sunlight. "I thought that doctor said the Nano machines wouldn't do anything but repair the damage to my body!" He looked up at Alma and growled slightly, though found himself being wrapped up in a towel, his lower half anyway, then whisked off his feet and away from the pools quickly, off to a tree house instead, though one rather different from the others, looking more like the interior of the ship from earlier than the other houses.

Normally Trace might've been fascinated by this place, but he was rather more focused on looking at the two new additions to his body, sitting perkily on his chest. "....Can I have a towel for my upper half as well or something....? I suddenly feel rather self conscious with....these....on display like this..." He muttered, then glanced up as a blood sample was taken from him, before he was then moved onto a table for several full body scans to be taken of him.

The blood tests would reveal the extent of what the nano machines had done, and the rather unpredictable way they had behaved. Normally Ithrean nano-machines were programmed to self-replicate no more than 4 times, with each generation having a lifespan of no more than 30 minutes. After that the nano-machines would just break up harmlessly. If their work wasn't done a fresh injection would be required, that was just the way they were designed and built. The nano-machines inside Trace however were already on their 8th generation and had developed well beyond their original form and programming. It seemed that, in using human genetic material as part of their self replication process, the nano-machines had been changed and 'evolved' in a similar way to Trace himself. Whilst it would still technically be possible to remove or deactivate the machines, doing so at this point would be dangerous, very dangerous.
Not only had the nano-machines added additional genetic material to Trace's existing DNA, they were maintaining the stability of this new structure. If the nano-machines were removed at this point, one of two things would almost certainly happen.
The first was that his DNA would simply break apart, killing Trace and possibly just dissolving him into a pool of genetic goop.
The second, and far more likely scenario, was that if the nano-machines were no longer keeping his DNA stable, then Trace's entire genetic structure would undergo rapid and unpredictable mutation, turning him into god knows what.
Fortunately however, the changes to his DNA seemed to have ceased. Imra would be able to see that Trace's original human DNA was completely intact, there were just some extra strands very similar to Ithrean DNA attached to it, likely what had caused the changes.

The full body scan would reveal the extra extent of what had happened inside Trace's body. As well as the breasts, Imra'Rual and Tuth'Alma would be able to see the changes that would allow Trace to carry eggs and huge amounts of Ithrean cum. They would also be able to see several new testicles forming along his spine however. 6, in the same place as Ithrean testicles, but as well as being connected to each other they were also connected to his original testicles, giving Trace a new total of 8 rather than 2 or 6.
Besides the changes however, Trace was perfectly healthy. Better than healthy, he was probably the healthiest he had ever been, possibly the healthiest human being who had ever lived. His life was in no danger whatsoever, though at the moment it would be impossible to change him back.

"So....what the hell is going on?" Trace glanced over at the two. "What now?"
 
the two aliens where clearly rather agitated about what they where discovering, chattering swiftly as they examined the scans they had gotten from him. as soon as he had finished having his... er, pictures taken, a set of clothing, very similar to theirs was pushed over to him. though unlike the very revealing outfits that most of them wore, his was more like the dresses that the priestesses had been wearing. not very revealing, but oh how SOFT the fabric was, it was even softer than silk and felt like heaven against his smooth, new flesh. they examined the strange new 'womb' he had formed, which was accessible through his anus... and oh how many Balls he had! the traditional three, yes, but he had kept his external... the two girls couldn't help but wonder how much sperm he could produce... he didn't seam to have the capabilities of producing eggs yet, so he would have to be a Beta if he decided to have children with one of them... of course, that was only if he decided to have children. they spent several minutes trying to figure out how to reverse it... but they quickly realized... they couldn't, not without doing irreparable damage to him.

"Trace..." Alma hesitated, biting her lip and wincing when she broke the translator, breaking into several seconds of ranting, Rual staring at her captain with a raised eyebrow before she rolled her eyes and turned to Trace, putting her own translator back in. "we are very sorry trace... the Nano machines... well, for lack of a better explanation, your Genetic codes evolved the Nano Machines. they where supposed to have died out several hours ago, where you would have urinated them out completely harmless to you and everything else... but... your genetic material allowed them to... disobey their programming. they tried to fix you, or what they thought needed fixing. the Layche are what helped create us... when they entered your body to eat your pores clean, the Nano Machines took from them, genetic maps, and added them to your DNA strand..." she sat down next to him, showing him the new scans. the better muscles, the larger lungs, the better body, the eight testicles... everything. explaining in greater detail about how the Nano machines had gone off on their own, explaining that they where now living in his system, and how they would keep his entire genetic structure stable until they could figure out how to fix what had happened.

"we will work very hard to return you back to your normal state.. we never imagined anything like this could have ever happened. the Nano machines have never done anything like this before, not even with other species... i think our genetics are so similar that they affected the Nano Machines more than we anticipated could happen." she admitted, blinking at him. "if you desire, you may have me punished for this grievous slight of intelligence." Rual promised him, saying it so off calmly, that it was clear she fully expected to be punished, and fully blamed herself for the changes that had been done to Trace. she not only expected to be punished, but she accepted it, and she stared at him with her bright eyes, waiting to be told to report to the High Lord for punishment, Alma watching calmly, her head tilted. she too expected Trace to want Rual to be punished, it was just the way things worked there.
 
Trace quickly pulled on the clothes that were pushed to him, though gasped as the material brushed across his new breasts, his nipples quickly hardening and sticking out by a good inch and a half, the thin material doing nothing to hide the awkwardly timed sign of new arousal, though Trace was quick to try and ruffle up the clothes to try and hide amongst folds in the material instead as he sat back down, attempting to calm himself as he waited for the results, looking up as the two women approached him, Alma seemingly so flustered she broke her translator....certainly not a good sign.

"I...." Trace was in disbelief as they went over the results of the tests with him, showing him the scans and explaining it to him. He wasn't a doctor, so even he couldn't hope to figure out a way to undo this that perhaps they couldn't, though he understood biology enough to at least understand what he was seeing and the things that were being explained to him. "The nano-machines..." In a way...it made sense. Trace had dabbled with nano-technology in the past, including the self-replicating variety that these ones appeared to be, however even he had abandoned that line of research as too dangerous. The possibility of goal drift or rampancy in the Nano-machines AI was just too great for human technology to reliably counteract or control. Whilst the Ithreans seemed to have resolved those issues for the most part, it appeared that human DNA had rather unique effects on them....by integrating his tissue for their self replication process it seemed to have radically altered both their programming and their form, the machines now seeming almost nothing like the ones he had originally been injected with. Still, from the looks of things the nano-machines were now living in some kind of symbiotic relationship with his body....whilst he had become dependant on them for genetic stability, they had now become dependant on his body, or more precisely his new unique genetic structure. It was now the only thing that would allow them to continue to replicate and survive.

"So....I'm still human....I just....I have additional genetic material grafted onto my own DNA...." He glanced over the test results again, that seemed to be it. He was still human, just a human with extra's it seemed. He could potentially be mistaken for a Human/Ithrean hybrid, but that wasn't really the case. It was only due to their already similar appearance that he might be mistaken for such. As it stood, he seemed to be more than one or the other. "...This....this is going to take some getting used to..." The better muscles, lungs, bones and general overall health he could live with...hell it was an improvement. But the breasts and the 6 additional testicles....that was definitely the most unsettling change....but still, for the sake of science and all that.
"Hm? Punish you?" Trace glanced up and raised an eyebrow. "Why would I want you to be punished? You didn't know this was going to happen. Don't you people ever make mistakes when it comes to science? That's how human science makes half of its discoveries....because something went wrong and something happened by accident. I'm still alive, and I suppose technically I'm healthier than ever before....so let's just call it even for now ok?" He shook his head slightly, still rather dumbfounded by the idea of her going for 'punishment' of some kind. "You're already going to work on a way to change me back so punishing you wouldn't help anything or anyone"

Trace set down the scans, rubbing his face and then slowly standing up, though the additional weight on his chest threw him off balance for just a second until he adjusted. "That's gonna take some getting used to...." Now that he was stood, the robes had gotten rather clingy. Once again the perfect curves of his ample breasts were being shown off, along with his still very erect nipples. Between his legs the robes, not quite designed with a human body in mind, had bunched up a little around his crotch as well, showing the outline of his cock and his noticeably larger than before balls. "I just need to get used to being like this for the time being is all"
 
they nodded at his assessment. "we cannot yet undue the changes without risking your very life in the process... much research will have to go into the returning you to normal... and even then, it will be very dangerous, for there will be no test subjects to be sure that you will not suffer pain or side effects..." Rual admitted softly. "yes, punish me. mistakes are allowed, yes... but this is more than a mistake." she admitted. 'i have caused serious damage to your system, i may have emotionally scarred you, and there is no way to be certain that i can change you back. accident or not, i have caused you grief, serious grief and i should be punished for that." she admitted, looking upset and worried as Alma put in a new translator. "punishment in this case would be minor Trace." Alma admitted simply. "it's more to help Rual over her guilt for harming you, than anything else." she informed him, setting her hand on Rual's shoulder. "you will report before the Temple for your punishment tomorrow. the High Lord will decide your punishment." she assured the woman who nodded, Alma turning to Trace.

"if she goes unpunished, her honor as a Healer will be on the line." she explained to him. "and it will help her guilt, which will help her focus." she admitted. "because it was an accident, the punishment will be light, because you hold her to no ill will for it, the punishment will be even lighter." she assured him. "it will be a few strikes across her back, or a day without food. that is all. very light." she assured him. "come, we will get you better clothes." she promised him. "and i will show you around the other parts of the village that i haven't yet shown you." she promised. "we will go to the Temple, and ask the Lady Mother to aid in your return to normal." she promised him, smiling at him. "perhaps we will take offerings to the Three Gods as well?" she asked. she knew that he would probobly not understand their religion, but the Gods and the Lady Mother would guide them, as they always had. she led the way to various places to gather their ;sacrifices'. peppers, hotter than anything he would ever find on earth. rare spices, and a cake so fluffy, it looked like it might float away. she also picked large flowers that where almost as big as his head. the items gathered, along with paper, and a pencil.

they went into the Temple, which was rather massive. there where Four large stain glass windows, three on the bottom, and one on top. each window depicted a figure. the largest one on the top, was of a gorgeous woman clad in white and green, her arms held out, as if offering comfort. under her where three more women, one clad in red, one clad in browns, yellows, and oranges, and the last clad in bright greens, yellows, and pinks. "that's the Lady Mother... the Earth Goddess." Alma explained suddenly. "she protects and loves us. her body is our world. she gave birth to the Three Sun's, the three Gods. the first is Roan, she is the god of Fire, love, and passion. she rules during the hot days of the summers. then there is Theorat, she is the god of Wind, and change. she rules over the Fall, when the plants, and the suns first start to rest. the Lady Mother, rules over the Winter and the water, and the days of rest and slumber. during her rule, is the only time there is darkness." she admitted. "it is a time for the world to rest. and then there is the God Fauir, she is in charge of all the green and growing things, she brings fertility and life and rules over spring." she admitted, smiling at him as she indicated four basins in the chamber.

"we make our offerings there." they where facing each direction, North, East, South, and West in a small circle. there was water, very rare salt, plants, and fire in each bowl, symbolizing the symbiosis of the gods and the Lady mother, and how they worked together. she wrapped the offerings together, and threw it into the fire in the middle of the Basins, and bowed her head, and spread her wings wide, whispering in her natural, pretty language, writing something onto the piece of paper, before throwing it, and the pencil into the fire as well. "the Gods, will be pleased i think." she admitted, smiling at him. "it is a beautiful place here, i like to come here to the temples, it feels as if the gods are right here net to me, guiding my wings, and my way."
 
Trace sighed slightly, shaking his head. "Well...if being punished will somehow help then...alright, but I don't like the idea. Just...make sure it's lenient. Like I said, I've made more than one or two mistakes....hell, that's how I even ended up here in the first place. In a way it's my own fault for stranding myself here to begin with" Trace looked up at Rual. "If it helps you then I'll agree to your being punished, but just don't make a habit of it alright? I don't blame you for this at all. You haven't exactly caused damage....I'm healthier than ever in a lot of ways after all. Let's just say there are....side-effects rather than damage. As for emotional scarring....no, I don't think that's going to happen. Anything that can be done can be undone somehow. I stopped believing there was any such thing as 'impossible' a long time ago, that was the only reason I could ever even come up with theories about Hyperspace, let alone create a drive to travel through it" He watched Rual for a moment, then turned to follow Alma, listening as she spoke of making offerings to the gods. He didn't really believe in all this superstition....but he wasn't going to say anything out of respect. It wasn't his place to say their beliefs were right or wrong after all, nor was it his place to judge those beliefs.

"Wow..." Trace looked around as they entered the temple. "This is....impressive. It reminds me of some of the cathedrals and temples back on my world....though we have a ton of different religions rather than just one. Even then, those religions are broken down further into sub-groups as well that are almost like entirely different religions within a religion. It's all rather...complicated to say the least" He looked up and around. "So....the Lady Mother is like....the boss? The god of gods in charge of the others then?" He looked up at her, then the others. "Is that why this....Lady Mother has four wings and the others only have two like you? Because she's....special or above the others somehow?" The four wings were indeed unique to the Lady Mother. No Ithrean had ever been born with four wings, though their were prophecies that one day the Lady Mother would appear to her children once more and would be recognisable from bearing four wings of the purest, most brilliant shining white.

Trace followed Alma as she made the offerings, watching as they burned, coughing at the smell of the burning peppers, the spice evident even in just the smell of them, causing him to stumble away. "...Strong stuff..." He coughed again, turning his head to take a few deep breaths of clean air to try and clear the taste in his throat. "Oh? Well it does seem rather peaceful here at least.....given how busy the parts of the village you showed me were then I'm not surprised. Besides....I can imagine it can get....noisy at times in the adult side of the village where there aren't any children.....especially if any of those 'contests' are going on..." He blushed and chuckled, then looked down at himself. "I guess my comment about not being able to participate doesn't really stand anymore does it?" He had intended it as more of a joke than anything, Trace didn't really think twice about the comment or how it implied he might like to take place in such a competition against other Ithrean couples. Then again there was a very strong chance he could outdo them all with the way his body was at the moment.

((I hope you don't mind me adding little bits into the culture ^^;; If it spoils anything or you'd rather I stop messing with it (it is your creation after all) just let me know and I can take it out XD))
 
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