Lost in space

[FoxWriter]

not at all! i rather LIKE that idea! if there's something you add that i don't like, or doesn't suit, i'll let you know ^^)

they blinked at him, clearly not understanding his reluctance to have Rual punished. it was just... how thing worked. they figured it was just a difference in culture and left it at that and decided to worry about praying instead. "you have multiple religions? how fascinating! all Ithreanian's, no matter what clan or tribe, beleive in the same thing." she admitted, smiling a little. "the Lady Mother is the creator of all things." she explained, smiling a little. "she gave birth to our world, and all things on it. it's said, that she was sad when she saw her barren Sun world, and pulled in one of the water planets to douse the fires of the sun, which we've been able to prove really happened." she admitted with a smile. "she has four wings, because she is the first, and the most perfect being." she admitted. "when she saw that her new world was dark, she gave birth to her three daughters, and lit them up as suns, and sent their light, and power to the earth below to create the elements. the light, and the dark, the grass, the wind, the rain, everything." she admitted, nodding a little. "but because there was no life, the Lady Mother spread her wings, and cut each one, and showered her blood onto the earth, and created the Layche."

"from the Layche, all things where born, from the Spidren, to the Sentient Tentacle vines, to us ourselves. The Lady mother created our world, our gods, and ourselves." she admitted with a smile. "and it is said, that some day, she will return in the body of one of us, and give them wings as shining white as the rarest of flowers." she admitted, smiling at him. "no one has ever been born with pure white wings... some have had white speckles on their wings, some even have a few white feathers, one Ithreanian even had a half of a white wing... but the Great Lady Mother has not yet returned to us." she admitted. "for we are not yet worthy of her." she bowed to the Lady mother and the three gods again, her eyes closed in reverence before she giggled as he started to cough. "you don't have to worry. we do not eat the peppers of Ruan. her very soul burns in each one, they are too hot for any mortal to imbibe. so far, i only know of one creature that can eat them, the Fire Spitting lizard Ikirin. the peppers feed their fires, and though they spit fire, they are really very friendly... you would like them i think, but they are out mating." she admitted with a nod.

"there is a contest going on right now actually." she admitted smiling at him. "would you like to see? most of the children are in bed right now." she admitted. "come on, i'll show you." she promised, leading him into the part of the village where all the 'single' women lived. most of them where running around topless, letting their firm, heavy breasts hang free as they laughed and ran around teasing each other and comparing breast and cock size. it was like a massive fraternity really. in the middle of this little section, there was six couples, six where tied in place, moaning, crying out in passion and pleasure while their partners pumped their strong hips into them, unleashing massive amounts of cum, and inflating their bellies. it was an erotic sight really, the writhing, twisting Beta's, the thrusting, grunting Alpha's. the wings spreading, and teasing, and moving as they fucked each other. one by one, the Beta's cried out in words that couldn't be understood by Shane, but as soon as it was called out, the alpha stopped, looking a little annoyed at having lost. "the Beta's are really the ones who are in control." Alma explained. "once they reach their limit... how much cum they can take, they call out a pre decided word, and the Alpha has to stop, even if she is in the middle of an orgasm."

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

((Hehe, in that case glad ya liked it ^^))

They didn't eat the peppers? Thank god for that. Going by the smell alone Trace didn't think he could handle it if he'd have to eat one of those things, or anything made with them...if his tongue didn't burn off then he was fairly certain his stomach might've exploded. Those peppers had to be hotter than absolutely anything they had on Earth.
"Hm....so that's what happened hm?" Trace tapped his chin as Alma explained the origins of their world. He suspected that there was at least some credibility to it. His theory was that perhaps this wasn't ever a sun at all, but perhaps a super large planet with an atmosphere so dense that, combined with the intense gravity such a body would exert, had caused the atmosphere to combust. Perhaps then a rogue water planet had struck the planet, introducing new elements into the atmosphere that were capable of stabilising it...or perhaps even displacing it completely. It was theoretically possible that the impact had caused the existing atmosphere to be ejected into space, where it had formed independently into the three orbiting suns, or had perhaps combined with orbiting gas giant planets. Either way, a water planet would have almost certainly contained at least single celled life which likely then went on to evolve in a similar way to life on Earth. Still, without more research it would be hard to come up with anything further.

"I'm not surprised they breathe fire if they eat those things...." Then again he wasn't surprised when Alma said that they were out mating either. It seemed it wasn't just the Ithrean's that were somewhat sex obsessed on this planet...if this Lady Mother really did exist she must've been a colossal pervert. He was partly tempted to ask what the 'Sentient Tentacle vines' were but...he suspected that he may just regret the answer. Besides, more than likely he was going to find out one way or the other....
"Hm? There's....one of those contents going on...?" Trace looked up and raised an eyebrow, then moved to follow before he was given a chance to question further, following Alma into an area of women running around topless. It was impossible for him to not check out a few of the largest chested women as they passed, watching as their breasts bounced around, some even with their cocks on display and swinging around....well...those that were flaccid anyway.

"Uhhhh..." He stopped as they came upon the main event, the contest, six Ithreans tied down as others fucked them with varying speeds and strength. Occasionally there was the unmistakable sound of orgasm, then a few moments later the stomachs of the tied down Ithrean's started to bulge and expand, the expansion more than clearly visible thanks to the positions they were in. "Uhhh....I...wow..." Trace couldn't help his own erection, a noticeable tent in the crotch area of the clothes he was wearing, the nipples on his ew breasts also visibly hard and poking through, his face also a bright red. "And uh....you uh....you've....participated in this before....?" Trace swallowed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. It seemed this contest was just about over and the next round was about to begin, someone who appeared to be some kind of judge of supervisor seemed to be motioning for new participants to come forward. ".....There's no way I could....do the whole Beta thing..." It wasn't a case of physical impossibility, he knew his body seemed to have been altered in that way, but mentally he just wasn't sure that was something he could do. "........I.....have to admit though....I'm....rather...fascinated.....to discover what this....new body of mine can do as...as an Alpha...." He glanced up as the judge came close, then waved to catch her attention, pointing first to himself, them to where one of the other Alpha's was standing. It was strange....normally Trace wouldn't be quite like this...but now that he had gotten aroused he felt....far more aroused than he normally would've thought possible. Maybe there were more subtle changes at work than they had realised. The judge motioned for Trace to come forward, the scientist stepping forward towards the centre....though of course he still needed a partner to act as his beta.

 

[FoxWriter]

she chuckled a little and shook her head. "don't think to hard about it." she teased, looking amused as she shook her head. "we can't be sure if our planet was actually a sun, we only have a limited Data range. but certainly it had a fire for an atmosphere." she admitted looking amused as she shook her head a little. "in any case, the Ikirin always mate this time of year." she admitted simply. "they mate, lay there eggs in the Lava fields, and then go back to life." she admitted, looking amused. "then in four months when the eggs start to hatch, they go back and raise their young for five to seven years." she admitted. "they are very good parents." she admitted, looking amuse. "it's said that we learned our parenting habits from them." she admitted looking amused as she led the way through the village. she grinned at his reaction to the contest going on, and she cheered on a certain couple, who came in second. "oh yes, i've played in these contests often, it's very fun." she admitted, smiling a little. "i've been both in the alpha, and the Beta position." she admitted with a nod. "it's very fun." she admitted with a small chuckle.

she spoke to the judge as he joined the Alpha's, and then stepped forward and took her place on the wooden 'stabilizer' it was basically a wooden bench where the women could lay their ribs so that their breasts didn't get squished, her hands where tied to the post in front of the bench. her feet where tied apart, and she grinned a little as she muttered something else before grinning at Trace. she herself was one of the most Fertile females in the Tribe, she could take more eggs, and more seed into her body than any other women... well, at least, that had been true several Cycles ago. "now." she stated as soon as Trace settled behind her. "your not allowed to touch me until the judge gives the signal. don't mind the ropes, their to keep me from getting in your way when i orgasm." she explained. "the bench is so that i don't have to support both our weight." she explained. "if i call out 'Beta Out' that means you have to pull out and finish with your hand, because i've hit my limit on how much Cum i can contain." she explained. "you will know the signal, she will yell it very loudly and wave a bright red silk cloth." she explained, grinning at him. "you are allowed a certain amount of time to tease me as you please once the red cloth goes up. the more times you can make me cum and beg, the more people will cheer for you. it shows dexterity and ability, where the inflation shows your fertility. once the judge yells again and waves the yellow cloth, your not allowed to tease anymore."

she grinned as the others where settled into place, only five contestants this time, each Beta playfully testing their bonds to make sure they wouldn't get in their Alpha's way, muttering and teasing each other, Alma chuckling a little. "remind me to set you up with a Translator. it will be much easier for you if you wear one. then you can understand any Ithreanian, and even a few of the guests that visit us from time to time." she admitted with a nod as she tested her own bonds, her muscles fleshing as her wings where carefully tied to her back so she couldn't spread them and disturb the other contestants. "alright. are you ready? she'll start as soon as everyone is ready." the judge yelled, loudly and the red flag was waved and the Beta's started to moan as the alpha's teased and tormented them. and about thirty minutes after that, the judge yelled again and the yellow flag was waved, signaling that the teasing was to end, and the fucking was to begin.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Trace watched as Alma walked over to take her place as his Beta, stripping her clothes and showing off her naked body, the boy swallowing nervously. He was still wearing his robes, though as everyone around him had now gotten naked he finally reached up, slowly removing the robes. His newly grown breasts bounced free, nipples larger than any of the other Ithreans, whilst his cock sprang free as well, not as big as the others it seemed, though his large heavy balls hanging at their base seemed to be the main focus of attention from those watching him. "Um...I...I think I get it...so....I can touch you with my hands after they raise the red cloth....but only my hands....then on the yellow flag....I can't touch you anymore I can only have sex with you..." It seemed such a strange rule...no touching during the sex? What difference would it make of the aim was to simply take as much cum as possible? Still...any contest had to have rules....even a weird contest like this. "Um....a translator is good but....not one I have to have a hole in my lip for I think....I hate piercings..."

He rubbed his head, looking down at Alma and swallowing nervously. "Um....is this a good time to point out I've never actually had sex before even with a human...?" It was too late to pull out now though, a moment later the red cloth went into the air and already the other competitors were leaning down and playing with their betas, hands going to work on a multitude of different spots all over their bodies. Trace looked down at Alma for a few moments, then slowly reached out, his hand teasing at her pussy, rubbing gently at the lips, feeling their outline, his fingers quickly becoming wet with her juices. "Whoa..." His own cock twitched wildly....it was hard for him to hold back from just starting there and then....but his pride as a human at least gave him enough of a desire to want to win this contest. His hands moved up over her smooth ass, squeezing at the cheeks. Unlike the other Ithreans who seemed to be just diving in and doing everything they could as quickly as they could, Trace was taking his time, slowly and gently exploring her body, almost teasing her completely by accident. His fingertips started to slide slowly up her back, to the point where her wings met her skin, his fingertips slowly beginning to trace the outline, pressing against her gently at first, then a little firmer, then gently again.
Next, his hands started to slip around her front, gliding over the sides of her hanging breasts. Due to how much smaller than her he was, Trace had to move quite close, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, before he was able to grasp her breasts, squeezing them gently, though his fingers never touched her nipples just yet, he just held her breasts, massaging them, squeezing them, getting used to how they felt. It wasn't until moments before the yellow flag was raised that he allowed his fingers to brush across her nipples, then almost immediately he let her go, moving away from her body as the flag was raised.

"Ok....here I go...you can do this Trace..." He took hold of his cock to steady it due to how much it was twitching from his excitement, then lined himself up with Alma's glistening pussy. He tried to ignore the others around him, focusing on Alma as he began to push forward. He gasped loudly as the tip of his cock prodded against her, his pre-cum mixing with her fluids for a few moments, before he started to ease himself inside. "AH! O-oh god....it...it's so hot...and so tight...." In all honesty, having seen the thickness of some of the cocks around him he'd been partly expecting Ithrean bodies to be rather...loose. But she was so tight that it was almost difficult for him to keep pushing into her. Clearly their bodies were designed to maximise the pleasure of sex for both people involved....at least in the times they limited themselves to only one partner anyway.
"Ooooh...." Trace groaned as he had to put his hands behind his back to avoid touching her further, just pushing his hips forward until all of his 8 inch erection was inside of her. Sure, he was small compared to some of the other Ithreans and their 12 inch or more long cocks, and he might not have been as thick, but he was still rather proud of his above average for a human size. He let his hips rest against her ass for a few moments, before pulling out slowly, taking his time to get used to the sensation, withdrawing until there was barely an inch left inside of Alma's body and then slamming back inside again rather hard and quickly, his self-control lapsing for a few moments. "Oh god....oh fuck..." He growled, pulling back and repeating the process a little faster this time. It only took a few minutes before he was thrusting away almost as hard and fast as the others, driving his cock into Alma's body over and over again. "Not....not gonna be long Alma....not gonna last long....I...I can already feel it..." And it wasn't just in his balls....all down his spine Trace could feel a pressure building within him.....a very intense pressure....

"Oh god....oh god....it's coming....it's coming Alma...I'm coming!" Trace couldn't take it anymore. He rammed his hips forward as much as he could, his eyes going wide as his vision blurred. Due to his new testicles being on his spine he felt the pleasure at every single spot in his body due to the pleasure transmitting through the spinal nerves. Every sensation going through was overwritten with pleasure. Suddenly, all 8 of Trace's testicles pulsed, his cock suddenly growing thicker due to the volume of cum that was being forced through it. In almost an instant, Trace's cock unloaded an inhumanly large amount of cum into Alma's body, but the flow didn't stop, it just kept on coming like a constant thick stream. All 8 testicles were working overtime, and as the other Ithreans around him started to cum, Trace kept on going and going, already beginning to surpass the 'normal' amount of cum for a single Ithrean orgasm and still going. By the time it was through, he'd managed to empty almost twice the average into Alma's body. However it wasn't enough....almost the instant he stopped cumming, Trace started to thrust once again, his body almost overtaken by the full body pleasure that the orgasm had brought him.

 

[FoxWriter]

she chuckled a little and nodded. "the Hole is so that we're not constantly loosing it. we have one that we can use. it's like a headset, a little more in the way, but it work's on the same principle." she admitted with a nod. "and when we get down to the fucking part, you can grip my hips." she admitted with a small chuckle. "for leverage." she admitted with a smirk, eager to see what humans where capable of. he had almost everyone's attention now, Rual was even in the crowd, watching as she nibbled on what looked like a massive piece of yellow celery, like a person eating popcorn and watching a movie. Alma paused, looking astonished and she craned her head back to look at him. "You've... NEVER!?..." she gasped as the flag went down, and he started to stroke her. oh how... GOOD he felt... he wasn't rushed, or harsh, or even handsy as most Ithreanian's where, even outside of the competition. everything was always hot, and hard, and fast, and oh so good... but this... this was a new kind of pleasure. she moaned eagerly as he felt her, teased her, touched her. and slowly, the crowd started to cheer, picking who they wanted to root for as Alma started to cry out in pleasure.

she squealed in delight as his fingers started hitting the spaces where wings and feathers met flesh, and the more he stroked there the more she cried out, and shuddered, and then she came... right there in front of everyone she came for him, just because he stroked all the right places, completely by accident. the crowds went wild as thick loads of hot seed pumped out onto the ground from her thick, throbbing cock, which he hadn't even touched. she sobbed as he started tracing her breasts, and felt his thick length against her ass, and it became clear she'd broken her translator again, because she was crying words he didn't understand, squirming and wriggling, a loud yell falling from her lips as his fingers finally brushed her nipples, making her jerk and shudder. clearly, she was loving the attention he was giving her. absolutely loving it.

she was gasping as he finally stopped touching her, and mewled eagerly as his cock rubbed against her tight, oh so tight little pussy and started to force his way inside, spreading her almost obscenely wide as he pushed more and more of his length into her, and her womb opened for him simply out of instinct. it didn't matter that he was smaller, because the teasing of his first few, slow thrusts where captivating many of the Ithreanian's watching, and he could hear his name being chanted, encouraging him on, urging him to win, to show off his mating skills and his virility. she was crying out in passion as he started to thrust hard and fast into her, fucking her mercilessly as her tight cunt convulsed around him as if it was a throat, milking his hot flesh as he spoke of cumming, making her hips grind back into him as she writhed and twisted against her bonds, gasping, and moaning eagerly, before cumming with him as she felt his seed start to pump into him. it was filling her, flooding her, she could feel it slipping deep, deep into her, filling places with seed that felt so... strange... it was making her cum just as hard as he was as he filled her until she had a nice little belly started. she looked about three months pregnant, while the other women undergoing their first filling, barley had a bump started.

as he continued, she started to cry out again, the tone of her voice clearly begging for more. the other Ithrenian's would be able to cum three, or four more times in the next hour, and their women could be inflated till they looked like they where pregnant with twins and about to pop. however many times Trace could cum, it certainly wouldn't take three or four orgasms to inflate her to record limits. and she clearly had no interest in stopping as she ground back into him, her cock throbbing, twitching, leaking as her wings jerked against her restraints as she shuddered and begged for more, and more as her belly grew, and grew, and grew until the belly button stroked the ground and in almost perfectly clear English cried out. "Beta Out!" and the judge rushed forward, making sure he stepped back, even in mid orgasm, and measured the panting and jerking, cumming all over the ground... or rather, all over her own belly, Alma. Rual smirked as she stepped forward, examining Alma's belly. "very impressive! you two broke records today... both very fertile." she praised them both, grinning at him. "if you are still ready for more, i could introduce you to a few of my freinds?" Rual teased, smirking at him as she offered him a clear bottle of what looked like water, the same being poured into Alma's mouth since she was too fucked stupid to realize that someone was trying to help her.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

Trace had been rather surprised to hear Alma crying out in pleasure...he had been certain his gentle touches would barely register with the kind of rough treatment she must've been used to, that their bodies must've expected. Then to hear her cum...to hear the sound of her cum splattering across the ground beneath her...it made him shiver and actually groan in pleasure...though nowhere near as much as what came next.

He couldn't see how much her belly had bulged from his first orgasm, Trace had no idea just how much he had unloaded inside of her. As far as he knew he hadn't even made a small bulge in her belly...infact he expected to be doing far worse than the other competitors. After the first orgasm, he did grip her hips as she had said was allowed, though not only was it to allow him to work on her harder but it was also to support himself, his legs feeling weak after such an intense orgasm...but his body was drawing on more energy to keep going, lust driving him on to keep going. "Nnngh...fuck..." His cock throbbed inside of her as he started to thrust into her over and over again. He was able to last a little longer this time, almost twice as long infact, before his second orgasm hit him. Somehow, this second load of cum was somehow larger than the first, an extra few litres of cum pumping out of him before the orgasm was done. Unlike the first time however, this time he didn't even stop thrusting. If anything he thrust harder and faster during his orgasm, grunting loudly as the lust overtook him completely, his rational mind completely suppressed by pleasure that his body was never meant to handle.

It was during Trace's third orgasm that he was distantly aware of Alma calling something out. It took a moment but he registered that he needed to stop. Somehow he was managing to pull away from her, his third orgasm still in process as someone hurried over to help tug him away. As his cock slipped out, his cum started to spray everywhere, a constant spray of hot, thick white fluid spraying over Alma's back, up into the air, the ground around her....by the time the orgasm was over there was little skin on Alma's back that was actually visible, a thick layer of cum now covering her. "Uhhh..." Trace groaned as the flow of cum finally stopped, his cock twitching a few more times as he leaned up towards the bottle, gulping down whatever the contents were. "I....that...that was amazing....so....did...did I win...?" He looked over at Alma slowly, then gasped as he saw just how big her belly had gotten, so big that it was touching the ground. "O-oh god....I....whoa....did...did I do that...?"

 

[FoxWriter]

Alma was gasping and panting, nearly catatonic with the pleasure, the other Ithreanian's cheering and clapping as they realized the stranger had won. most of them knew the Layche had changed him, and it was clear they thought he was quite the handsome fellow now, especially with those thick, firm breasts on his chest. they where giggling and whispering as they watched him paint Alma's back with his this, hot, white seed and Alma moaned as she lay on the bench. it was the only reason why she was still upright, was because the bench was supporting her weight, and she had a bright little grin on her lips. clearly, she had enjoyed, very much the activities that had gone down in the last hour and a half. "yes, you did win." Rual admitted with a laugh as he was given some very energizing water. it tasted like mint and apples and sugar and filled him with energy, giving him the strength he needed to stay standing on his own. "you fucked alma stupid... that's very hard to do, and yes, you did do that." Rual admitted with a small chuckle. "come on, as soon as they untie her, we have to take her somewhere to rest." Rual admitted watching the judges carefully remove Alma from the straps holding her down.

"ah, here we go, carry her like you would a pregnant woman. her belly will be very sensitive." Rual warned, helping him pick Alma up, the woman babbling about how GOOD she felt, Rual snickering a little. "she won't deflate for a few turns yet. you see, the Ithreanian's cervix closes immediately after mating. only once the body is certain there's no eggs inside of the womb, does the cervix unclench and allow the liquids inside to come out." Rual admitted, leading him into another tree. "this is Alma's house. she shares with her twin sister." Rual explained, leading the way into a large room with a massive hammock made of what looked like thick fur. it seamed to suit Alma's personality, sleeping in the air like that. Rual carefully settled her freind and captain in comfortably and chuckled a little, shaking her head a little. "it's been a while since someone was able to fuck Alma stupid.." "who fucked Alma stupid?" a voice asked, a woman, completely identical to Alma down to the color of her feathers asked as she walked in. the only difference between the two women was their Garb, and the length of their hair... the new person had hair cropped so short, it was damn near a buzz cut.

"ah! Amal! welcome back. hear you caught a Spidren today! good heart for you! i take it you wanted to talk to the Alien?" Rual asked, amused as she noticed the translator in the newcomers mouth as the woman kicked off her heavy boots and shed the heavy Armor, indicating that she was a Guardian. "Mother told me to wear it so the poor thing could understand us... you must be the 'poor lost thing' hmm?" Amal asked with a grin as she examined Rual. "so it's true... the Layche got you." she mused before bowing to Trace with arms and wings. "she is offering you respect." Rual explained to him. "as is proper of a Verile young Alpha who one a contest in such a blazing manner." "i didn't get to see the contest myself, but their still talking about it." Amal admitted before snapping her feet together and smacking herself in the chest. "i am Amal! Captain of the Guardians! a pleasure to meet you Alien!" "his name is Trace. he's supposed to be a Male." "a... what like a single sex organism?" "yes." "FASCINATING!" Amal chirped, looking amused. "has he been told of the Laws?"

"no, not as of yet. we're trying to get him settled first. he's always with Alma so he hasn't had a chance to do anything wrong yet. he knows not to touch anyone without Wings, and that's the most important Law we have. and i think he has enough Common Sense to know not to touch the Ancestry." Amal pondered that and then nodded. "agreed, the other Laws can wait." she agreed. "welcome to Ithrea. you should rest. there are many Turns before the Grand Feast, but even you will be expected to lend a hand, no matter that half the feast is for you." Amal teased with a grin before she headed up the stairs to find her own bedding. Rual chuckled a little. "don't mind Amal, she's very focused." Rual admitted as she pointed to the large Clock. "but she is right. there is only a Few turns left before the feast. you will need to rest anyway after your first coupling." Rual admitted. from what he could see on the clock, every symbol, was about five hours. of Earth Time. so the clock wasn't a day, but rather... a week! the clock was of a week! they didn't judge time by days, because there was no way to judge day from night, when there was no night. they must have simply slept when they where tired, ate when they where hungry, lived happy, healthy lives that way.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

So they'd won....Trace sent a rather odd sense of pride at that fact...though it was the strangest win he'd ever had in his life. It was still all rather hard to believe what he had just done...though when Alma was lifted and turned around he could see just how huge her belly had gotten...she must've been almost as big as a beachball! And that...all of that...was his cum...? Still....her expression wasn't one of pain...it was one of pleasure...at least he thought it was anyway, he wasn't exactly sure how to read the face of an Ithrean yet. He gulped down the water that Rual offered him, then slowly looked up at her. "Hm? Carry her? Uh...you mean...me...?" He blinked, then squeaked as he tried to take hold of Alma, though the woman was already somewhat larger than him....then the added weight of all that cum...he couldn't really carry her by herself, needing Rual to assist as he carried her into one of the homes in the village, taking her to what looked like a hammock and carefully placing her inside, Trace letting out a sigh of relief that he hadn't dropped her. "I....still can't believe what I did...all of that...came from me..." He couldn't help giving Alma's belly a gentle poke, watching it jiggle around as his cum moved loudly inside of her.

"Huh?" Trace looked up over his shoulder as he heard another voice, then saw...Alma? No...no she was remarkably similar looking, but the hair and clothing were different...very different. The heavy looking armour indicated this was one of the guardians he had seen earlier, though this armour looked rather more elaborate than the others he had seen...though the answer to why was soon made obvious when she introduced herself as a Captain. "Ah...um...pleasure to meet you..." Trace raised a hand to wave, about to introduce himself before Rual beat him to it. "Uhhh...yeah, alien male...." He sweatdropped at the odd fascination with his status as a single gender being...that was likely going to be happening for quite a while. Was it really that unusual? Were the other alien races they met like the Ithreans? All just a single gender? A combination of male and female all rolled into one? Maybe it was humans who were the unusual ones after all....

"Well....I guess I feel alright actually...after that water I don't really feel all that tired. And...I wasn't feeling all that tired to begin with. Just a bit...overwhelmed I guess" Trace turned his back to Rual and Amal to look to Alma again, somewhat concerned with her current status. He leaned over a little to try and adjust her in the hammock and make Alma more comfortable. In doing so he wasn't quite aware of what else he was doing however. As Trace leaned over, he was somewhat....'presenting' himself to both Amal and Rual, his ass wiggling at them as he moved to adjust Alma, his cock swinging between his legs, now flaccid for the time being, whilst his breasts jiggled just out of sight...

 

[FoxWriter]

Alma was in fact in a world of pleasure, the endorphins that where released when their belly's swelled was just... heaven. he could have taken a whip to her back and bloodied her to the bone and she wouldn't have felt a damn thing except pleasure. Rual assisted of course, but made him carry most of the weight, it was his duty as the one who had done it to her. "well, this is what the Laych do to Aliens with Nano Bots in their systems i suppose." Rual grumbled, clearly still unhappy about her mistake. "but you have eight testicles to produce Cum, it's not surprising how much you where able to produce. though from the looks of things, your testes are a little bigger than ours are, giving you another bonus... unfortunately i haven't seen any signs that you might be able to produce Eggs, so if you ever decided to breed... you'd have to be Beta." she admitted simply, watching him prod the massive belly, making Alma moan eagerly.

Amal grinned as she examined the human before her, her head tilted a little. "well, our culture can be a bit overwhelming." Amal admitted simply with a small nod. "it's remarkable how much Stamina you have though. there are some who are saying you where a virgin before you coupled with Alma." she admitted. "most of our younger ones, the ones who just start. their almost as useless after a hot round of fucking as the Beta is after an inflation." she admitted, her eyes dancing with laughter before she paused as she stared at Trace's ass, licking her lips a little as she moved forward. "you know, if you'd like..." her hands traced his ass. "i am well known for my ability to bring pleasure to even the most insensitive bodies... i could... introduce you into the Beta?" she offered, smiling a little as she examined his ass. clearly Aloha and Beta where not a 'male female' rol, but rather, simply the position they took up. the Beta carried the eggs, and therefore, probobly preferred to bottom and be inflated. anyone could be a beta, and anyone could be an Alpha, and most people did both equally as eagerly.

Amal smirked and gave his tight little virgin hole a stroke before backing off before he got... too, uncomfortable as Alma mumbled in her sleep, Amal smirking a little. "but, if your not interested, perhaps i'll show you around the village a little more? Alma is a great Tour guide... but she misses all the best parts." Amal admitted with a small chuckle. "and i can explain to you some of our Law's along the way." she admitted, blinking at him as Rual chuckled. "remember Trace. there is no rape here. if someone does something you don't like, just tell them to stop and they'll go find someone who's more into it." she assured him. "it will be good for Alma to rest, and your clearly still hyper. go explore the village and i will tend tot he Captain." Rual promised, patting Alma's belly, making her groan happily. "i'll get you a Translator here, hold on." she ordered, Amal chuckling a little as she watched Rual vanish and come back down with a thing that looked almost exactly like a headset. it wrapped around the ear, a tiny microphone on the inside that translated for him, making him hear what they where saying, as his own language. a long mouthpiece stretched down to his lips, another tiny microphone there projecting his words to the Ithrineans in their language. now, he could understand anyone they came across.

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"8 testicles....geez...that is definately gonna take a lot of getting used to..." Once they had put Alma down Trace rubbed his head, then glanced down at his body, looking between his new breasts at himself. "No signs I can produce eggs huh? Well, not yet anyway. We have no idea if my body is done changing or not do we? I have to admit....as a scientist I'm rather curious about what might happen..." He didn't quite notice her comment about breeding, too busy watching Alma's belly sway almost hypnotically back and forth after he prodded it, the motion and the sound it made rather alluring. "Hm? Oh...well yes I was a virgin before that.....I'm rather surprised at how much energy I have myself....but that water definately made me feel better....maybe it's something else to do with the nanobots..."

He still had his back to Amal, not noticing as she moved forwards, though he gasped when she suddenly started tracing his ass, a shiver running through his body, his hands grasping the hammock infront of him as his lips quivered, a slight mew of pleasure escaping his lips, a very Ithrean sound of enjoyment. "I uh....I....w-well...." Trace was loathe to admit it but he was still rather horny....despite cumming three times earlier he found himself still oddly unsatisified...he had been more or less forced to stop before his body had been ready to give up after all.
When she stroked his asshole he gasped loudly, his hips pushing back against her hand slightly as instinct took momentary control, then let out a silent curse as the hand pulled away, though Trace quickly went to grab his robes in order to cover up the fact he was getting aroused, his cock and nipples already starting to harden again.

"I uh...well...how about you show me around the village a little and then uh....we'll see how things go" Trace pulled the robes closed around his front to cover up, turning around to face the other two Ithreans and trying to hide himself a little. "A good tour would be best I think...get to know this place, the local laws and customs...then maybe in a day or two after this feast I can start taking a look at your star charts, try to track down exactly where I am relative to the Earth and Milky Way...." He smiled slightly and nodded, then blushed as Rual patted Alma's belly, the boy glancing over again for a moment, then quickly back to Amal as she ordered a translator. "Ah, excellent" He took the headset, pulling it on and adjusting it slightly to make it comfortable. "This is definately going to be better than those in-lip ones you guys wear....pretty comfortable too actually" He nodded, looking back up at them. "This should make things easier when it comes to talking at least. So then..." He walked up to Amal, looking up at the taller woman. "..shall we be going on this tour of yours?"

 

[FoxWriter]

Rual chuckled a little and nodded. "we don't really know anything yet." she admitted, struggling to keep the guilt off of her face. "the Nanobots might start changing you again anytime something new happens." she admitted. "nothing like this has ever happened before and... and i cannot tell you anything that might happen... you might retain human characteristics, or you might be turned into an Ithreanian completely... i cannot know." she admitted, sighing a little as she watched him, smirking a little. "a Virgin? really? such a rare thing." she teased, chuckling a little. "that is the first thing our Children do as soon as they get their Wings, is learn The Ways of sex and then go out and do it." she admitted with a small chuckle as she watched Amal teasing the human.

"he Sounds!" Amal purred, the sound filling her chest, clearly pleased, and amused by this. "how fascinating. the Nano machines must be altering his Vocal Cords, he might not need the translator before too long." Rual just grimaced a little. "at the rate the Nano-machines are going... there might not be any human left in him Amal..." Amal paused, shocked by that and then she too grimaced. "you have spoken to the High Lord?" "yes." "you know what will be done?" "yes." "you have prepared?" "i am prepared, and eager for my punishment... Five strikes is not much... i daresay it isn't enough..." "i will make sure that Trace will not see it." Amal promised simply before smirking as she took Trace by the wrist and hauled him outside once he had his translator on properly. "the First thing you need to understand, is the 'social structure' of out Clan." Amal stated simply. "the 'Common' class of Ithrea is made up of most of our people. those are your bakers, your cleaners, your hunters, weavers, weapon-smiths, healers, scientists, and the People of the Church." she explained with a smile. "then you have The Guardians. that is what i am. we are the Law Keepers. we uphold every Law that the High Lord Makes, unless it is in direct Violation of The Mothers Laws." she explained.

"then you have the Ithrean Dancers. it i very rare to be chosen for that Honor. they are the personal bodyguards of anyone on The Council. they do anything that is needed. they dance, sing, and entertain the people that they protect. sometimes games, sometimes sex." she smirked a little and then shook her head. "then you have The Council. everyone on the Council is God touched." she explained. "they are born with special gifts that allow them to better serve our people." she admitted. "they filter complaints, and find the ways to solve them before they offer solutions to The High Lord. then there is the High Lord. her word is Law, and she is above all Laws but the Mothers Laws." she explained. "any person found breaking The Mothers Law is immediately punished to the most severe extent, depending on the Sin committed." she admitted. "it is My job as Commander of the Guardians, to deal out these punishments. which can be very, very harsh." she admitted. "you know one of the laws already." she admitted with a smile. "but there are others as well. being as you are a Dignitary from another world, most of the High Laws, do not affect you. so i won't bore you with them." she promised.

"The Mothers Laws, are laws passed down from the Lady Mother." she explained. "the first and foremost being 'none shall Lay, with those without wings... which means, no sex with children." she admitted. "this, is the most important law... and it is torture if you break it." she admitted simply. "Let None lay with the unwilling. which means no rape. again, torture if you are caught raping, or worse, impregnating the unwilling." she admitted, stopping in front of a small booth and ordering them two drinks that where faintly purple in color. talking was making her thirsty. "Let None Kill None. no murder. the only reason you are ever allowed to kill another, is if it is in self defense... it happens rarely but there are Clans that... well i'll explain that in a moment." she admitted, pondering the laws she had just laid down. "ah. Let None Defile the Land. we are connected to the earth, and we must do nothing to harm the delicate balance of nature. and finally, Let All Take Care of All. meaning, that we protect each other, feed each other, and shelter each other. no one is left wanting or sick, no matter their status, disfigurements, or personality." she admitted with a small smile. "those are the Five Mothers Laws." she admitted simply.

"... unfortunately, there are some Clans, who do not follow the Mothers Laws." she admitted, her face crossing with rage. "they have been known to attack other Clans, such as ours, an take our women, and out people as slaves." she admitted with a low growl. "but they do not dare cross our borders. out Land, is our Land, and we are one of the biggest, and strongest clans... they do not dare take from us what is not theirs... because they deny the Mothers Laws... Mothers Laws do not protect them. if they take from us, our women, or hurt us, we are then allowed to kill them all." she admitted, blinking at him. "our tribe is a peaceful one... but not all of them are, and so you must never pass our borders." she warned him. "or we cannot protect you." she admitted simply as she stopped to blink at him. "does everything that i have told you, make sense? do you understand the laws?"

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"If I change again then I change again. From what you told me the alternatives available at the moment are rather less desirable" Trace shivered slightly as he recalled Rual's explanation of what would happen if they attempted to shut down or remove the nanobots right away. No....compared to that simply changing a little more was a much more preferable option. "Besides, from what I saw my human DNA was still there, just had extra strands ontop of it. At the core, I'm still human" Trace looked up, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance when he was teased about being a virgin until just recently, glaring at both Rual and Amal for a few moments until the subject of the High Lord and punishment was brought up. "Five strikes is more than enough. Just....please don't talk about it. I'm still not thrilled that it's happening at all..." He sighed, shaking his head as Amal took him by the wrist to lead him outside.

"So it's a class based structure huh....it sounds similar to how things were on Earth about a milennia ago...we're a democratic society now, we elect our leaders from among the general population, but really everyone is considered equal. Everyone answers to the same laws no matter what their position. I suppose in your terms...everyone on our planet is a member of the 'Common' class, even our leaders" Trace raised an eyebrow at the mention of the dancers. It sounded like an unusual title for bodyguards....it seemed dancing was one of the smaller things they actually did....he had a feeling the sex was rather more than just 'sometimes' though.
"Hm? Special gifts? Like what?" Could she be referring to something like psychic ability? Or maybe they had some kind of physical difference like being taller than others or more....well endowned than most others. The latter wouldn't surprise him....though an image of an Ithrean with beachball sized breasts and a 3 foot long erection flashed through his mind, sending a rather unusual shiver through his body....why did that image both arouse and frighten him?

"So...you're pretty much in charge of keeping things running smoothly around here as the commander of the guardians? Guess that really does explain all that armour you were wearing" He glanced up at her, watching Amal carefully as she explained some of the Mothers laws, the most important ones. "Well I have no intention of breaking any laws, especially not that one. Though on my world the legal age to do such things is actually 16 years old. I suppose it's just a cultural difference huh?" He rubbed his head. "Though the whole force thing...yeah, totally illegal on my world as well. It's good to know we feel the same way about such things" He came to a stop with her, taking his drink and looking at it, taking a sniff of the odd purple liquid. Then again it probably wasn't the strangest thing he'd have been exposed to all day. He took a small sip, licking his lips. It tasted rather sweet.

"Ah, so your planet isn't unified in a single government or anything like that?" Trace couldn't help sounding rather shocked at the idea of there being so many other clans with such different rules. How could their technology be so advanced when their society was still so fragmented? "On my world all countries and groups of people have come together. We just have a single government now. Sure we have borders for different countries but...that's more for tradition's sake than anything else by this point. I suppose we consider ourselves all one 'clan' so to speak" He had another sip of his drink. "So no wandering off by myself...got it. I'll do my best to stay within the village itself. If I did wander off then more than likely I'd get lost....or the way my luck has been lately I'd run into one of those giant spiders. Though if that did happen I wouldn't be hard to find...just follow the screams of absolute terror..." He chuckled, finishing off his drink.

"Yes, it makes sense. It's not so different from my world really so I doubt I'll have any trouble obeying the laws" He smiled, nodding to her softly. As she looked at him she'd be able to see his clothes getting clingy again, the outline of his new breasts perfectly visible through the thin fabric. Even the bump in his crotch was rather easily visible. Then again it wasn't too much of a surprise, none of the clothes they had were really made for a human body.

 

[FoxWriter]

she smiled at his rather intelligent questions. honestly, no one from other planets usually picked up on the more unusual aspects of their lives. "the gifts depend on the Gods that they where born under." Amal admitted simply. "some have deeper powers than others, some control elements, some control the mental aspects of the elements. for example... a person born under the Fire God Ruan, who leads over summer, will often be rude, quick tempered, but also very passionate and loyal. some can control fire to varying degrees, and the offspring of the Chosen are often very passionate about Laws and the Rules. they tend to take a more physical, and violent approach to life. i myself am a Setsuan, a Child touched by the Gods." she admitted, and with a flip of her wrist, there was a small flame flickering above her palm. it was no bigger than that of a lighter, but it was there. "i am touched very lightly, most of my Gift is of the Passions. i love, and care very deeply, more deeply than others, and my need to protect, and guide makes me a perfect Captain. the Gods themselves gave me these traits, and i use them best to serve my people, and my Gods." she admitted, closing her fist to extinguish the flames.

"my job as the Captain of the Guardian, is to keep my people safe. even if that means handing out punishments, which you might find very... harsh." she admitted simply. "my job is also very dangerous, being that any time we go on a long distance hunt, i must be prepared for an attack from other clans." she admitted with a shake of her head. "not to mention all the Ithrean eating beasts out there..." she complained with a sulk. "we are certainly not at the top of our food chain." she admitted blinking at him. "a unified government? no, not now. though when the Sealson is born, and the Lady Mother rejoins us on our world, the planet will be united under Her. the Sealson is a... tricky part, no one can agree on whether the Sealson is going to be the Chosen of the Lady mother, the Daughter of the Lady Mother, or the Lady Mother herself." Amal admitted with a shake of her head. "personally, i think arguing about it is rather pointless. the Sealson will be born when she's born and not a moment sooner." she nodded her head sharply and then offered him a grin. "you are afraid of our beasts?"

she had to chuckle a little bit at that and shook her head. "come, i will show you something you may like." she decided, leading him to a large area that was mostly free of people, a single creature sitting in the middle of a bright, grassy clearing. "that is a Timirit." she explained, letting him get a good look at the creature. it looked like a mix between a giraffe and a horse, completely jet black with a few white spots on it's leathery flank. it had no hair, instead it was scaled, like a lizard, and had a bit of a beak, which was being used to scratch an itch on a powerful flank. "they are what we ride, when we must get somewhere very fast. they are the fastest creatures on the planet, and very very smart... but also very prideful. you must be very polite to one, or it will attack you. you must ask permission to approach, to touch, and to get upon it's back... complimenting it is also a very good idea." she admitted with a grin as it turned to look at them, blinking with ruby red eyes. "it looks frightening, but their actually vegetarians, and love to be stroked... would you like to try? that ones name is Dimi, meaning 'little demon' because she is always sneaking into people's private gardens and eating all of their Cuumo."

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"Control of the elements?" Trace looked at her with mild disbelief for a moment, but as she continued to speak of the different abilities that they could have, seemingly just influenced by the time of year at which they were born, he began to doubt that she was making this up or telling him some legend...she spoke as if it was fact. Then, before he could even ask her for proof she provided him with it, flicking her wrist and creating a small flame above her palm. It was entirely possible this was all down to some kind of incredibly advanced technology of course...but he'd seen no signs of technology capable of that around the village, and her clothing didn't seem to contain anything unusual. "I...I see..." He watched the flame in her palm, almost mesmerized by it until she closed her fist around it, extinguishing the flame and seemingly not even burning herself as he might have expected.

"You're not the top of your food chain?" Trace looked up and raised an eyebrow, folding his arms beneath his breasts, causing them to jiggle slightly. "On our world humans are...well I suppose you could say technically we are. There are animals larger and stronger than us, but we can outsmart them if not beat them directly. If we weren't the top of the food chain on our world it's doubtful we'd have become an advanced society..." He couldn't help thinking on how Ithrean society had developed the way it had. They weren't the dominant species of the planet, they weren't unified beyond segregated clan-based groups....and yet they had achieved Faster than Light technology over three hundred years before humans, who with the exception of Trace had dismissed the idea of such technology as nothing but science fiction.
"The Sealson? So....some kind of chosen one huh? Sounds kind of like some of the religions back home...the messiah or prophet will one day return in a second coming...there are still arguments over when that might be...personally I stay out of those discussions to focus on my work"

"....Well of course I'm afraid of your beasts. That one from before was....huge. It...also looked a lot like creatures we have on my world called spiders....on Earth they're tiny, some as small as a fingernail and even the biggest smaller than a hand.....and those small ones terrify me. That giant one you killed....I'd be frozen in fear if one of those started coming towards me..." He shuddered at the thought as he turned to follow her, quickly rubbing his arms to try and dismiss a skin crawling feeling he always got when he thought about spiders. Such horrible creatures...in Trace's mind they were proof enough that even if there wasn't a god, there was certainly a devil to have come up with such things.
"Hm?" He looked up and blinked when Amal introduced him to the Timirit. "My.....incredible...it's unlike anyting we have on my world..." He studied it carefully from a distance, it seemed impossible to classify...it was somehow both a mammal, lizard and avian at the same time.
"Try stroking it? Well...I suppose so..." He took a single step forward, then raised a hand. "Um...hello Dimi...mind if I come closer?" He kept in mind what Amal said about asking permission, not wanting to come any closer until it seemed to do something to indicate he had it. He was sure that if he did anything too wrong, Amal would point it out...well...he hoped anyway.

 

[FoxWriter]

she nodded a little, looking amused at him. "yes control of the Elements." she teased playfully, shaking her head a little at his shock. "i take it that your people do not have the spiritual connections in order to achieve this?" she asked, her head tilted a little. "and your at the top of your food chain!? remarkable!" she murmured, astonished. "we don't use our technology against the planet, and that includes the creatures on it. we use our technology to learn, perhaps that is the difference?" she mused thoughtfully. "of course, we as a species are much older than yours, from what our scientists have gathered. Rual is very excited about some genetic strands she found in your original DNA. something about 'still evolving'. i don't try to understand scientists. they think too much for my tastes." Amal admitted Simply. "and i suppose we Ithreanians are not really advanced. yes we have our technology, but for the most part, we live a very simply life. compared to your civilizations, we must seam rather primitive in our lifestyles." she mused, looking more amused than annoyed by that.

"yes, the Sealson is supposed to unite us all." she admitted. "and punish the Sinners of the Goddesses name and laws." she shrugged. "personally, i don't think we've evolved on a religious enough level to be able to handle an actual God in our midst." she admitted simply before grinning at him. "really? they are only as large as your hand and you are afraid of them? how amusing." she teased, snickering a little. "we do not have such fears. we fear something because it really will kill and eat us if we're not careful... a few fear deep water if they've almost drowned. some fear fire if they almost died by it. but such silly fears do not afflict us." she admitted simply, no phobias on Ithrea, how... odd. but then, they where a race of Warriors and scientists, fear had probobly been squashed out of them eons ago. "the job of dealing with such creatures is up to the Guardian's in any case." she admitted with a small little grin. "if you ever come across something that appears to be trying to eat you, just scream and run away and the Guardians will come and handle it." she assured him, looking at the Timirit, which was looking at Trace with curiosity.

when Trace asked the Timirit for permission, it studied him intently before nodding, when he asked to touch it, it nodded again. the skin was... soft, so soft. it was clearly more than just scales, it almost felt as if the scaly hide was just a little bit fuzzy. it purred, loudly, like a cat at the first stroke, and Amal quickly pointed out the best places to stroke and scratch to get the most affection out of a Timirit. "Dimi, may we ride you?" Amal asked hopefully, the Timirit pausing, examining the both of them, Amal laughing. "not both of us at the same time! that would put FAR too much a strain on your lovely self." it paused, considering the compliment before nodding, bumping Trace first, indicating that it wanted him to go first. "go on Trace, Dimi will bend, and all you have to do is throw a leg over, and hold on." Amal promised as Dimi bent her front legs in what looked like a bow, and just as promised, all Trace had to do was throw a leg over, and the gravity when Dimi stood up, would settle him into the proper place on it's back. it was almost exactly like riding a horse, only it was far more intelligent and seamed to know exactly how much, or how little Trace knew about how to ride. "you see those bony protrusions?" Amal asked, indicating two knobs, for lack of a better word, on the Timirit's shoulders. "you hold on there."

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"N-no....we have no such abilities whatsoever outside of fictional stories. Humans have no....powers beyond the normal physical abilities of our bodies... Well...there's anecdotal evidence of some psychic ability but no scientific studies have ever come up with conclusive results..." Trace rubbed his head slightly, still rather shocked at the way the Ithrean's could have such abilities. He didn't really believe these abilities were spiritual in nature, he was certain there was some kind of genetic reason for it, mutations in their genetics or something similar. "Hm? Oh...yes...it appears you are much older than modern humans...we only evolved into our current physical state about 200,000 years ago...considering our planet is around 4 and a half billion years old, and the universe is around 13.7 billion years old....well...we're pretty much babies in cosmic terms. How long ago did your people come to exist in their current state?" Trace knew that the Ithrean's had achieved hyperspace travel around 300 years ago, but that was all. Still, if they were so much older than humans then it seemed humanity could potentially be one of the fastest developing races in the known universe.

"Oh, well yes we're still evolving....it's a pretty much never ending process on our world. Every living thing is constantly evolving. Humans, plants, animals....that's just how life is on our world. Are you saying it's not the same here?" Trace wasn't quite sure how life could go on without evolving. Had the Ithreans biology simply stopped developing for some reason? Perhaps they had simply existed in their current state for too long? Or maybe something in their genetic code had caused it to become 'fixed' and no longer change or mutate.


Trace approached the Timirit as it seemed to nod, walking closer and gently reaching out to touch it, stroking his fingertips along its....skin or scales gently. It was strange....definitely not like scales on Earth creatures, they were warmer, softer. "Ah...." He was caught by surprise by the purring noise...that was certainly unexpected. "Hm? Ride him? I....well I'm not sure that's such a great idea..." He glanced at Rual, then back over at the Timirit as it moved down to let him get on. "Well....alright..." He looked at it for a few moments, then gently went to put a leg over to get onto the Timirit's back carefully. "Well....this seems pretty nice actually...this is a lot more comfortable than I would've expected" He looked down at the bony knobs, then went to gently take hold of them, worried about hurting the Timirit (and perhaps a little more about it hurting him) if he gripped too tightly.

 

[FoxWriter]

Amal chuckled a little and shook her head a little. "psychic ability? what a ridiculous notion." she stated with a roll of her eyes. "200,000 years! you ARE young!" he gasped in amazement. "out planet is around twelve billion years old. one of the first as far as we've been able to discover. our planet has sustained multi-celled organisms for about eleven billion, including trees and plants. we achieved this state of being about..." she pondered. "i'm not sure on that one. that's a scientist question. but we have been evolving since the Layche first appeared." she admitted simply. "the Layche are deeply ingrained into our systems, and the Layche has frozen out genetic capabilities. until something else mutates or evolves on this planet... not likely since the Layche control their development as well, we are done evolving, physically anyway. our mental capabilities might continue to expand through the generations." she admitted, offering him a grin. "you have no Layche, and your people are very young, and apparently at the top of your food chain... i doubt you will evolve too much more, on a physical state anyway. it took many billions of years for us to achieve this state. but then, we evolved very slowly." she admitted with a nod. "we haven't always had arms for example, used to be, we only had legs and wings..." she admitted, smirking at him. "the horns are a newer development... they only grew in the last few thousand years... the scientists joke that we needed them to protect the Guardian's miniature brains." she admitted with a slight snicker.

she watched with a grin as he slowly stroked the Timirit, Dimi nuzzling into him happily. she loved to be paid attention to, simply adored it. Amal smirked as he settled onto the creatures surprisingly narrow back, he wouldn't even be 'saddle sore' after extended hours of ride. on the creatures back, he could feel the coiled muscles, eager to rush into a full tilt run, but it didn't move. it seamed to feel his nerves and Amal smiled. "Imirit are slightly empathetic. she can sense your a first rider, and will start at a walk, so you will not be afraid." Amal explained. the Imirit snorted as he took the knobs in hand, and she started to walk, still purring happily as she walked around the glade, Amal chuckling as it stopped and looked at him. "ready for a trot?" Amal asked, letting the Imirit decide if he was ready for a faster pace. she explained the walk, trot, canter, 'jog', Run, and a 'full tilt', which was the fastest the Imirit could go, as the creature pranced around very carefully so he didn't fall off. "we have Races." she admitted. "many Imirit, have favorite riders, and those riders will often get together, and have long races. people will bet on the outcome, it's almost as popular as the swelling competitions. there will be one during the Feast later." she admitted with a smile. "you'll be able to see how fast they can REALLY go then."

 

[Tentacle_Lover]

"Ridiculous hm? My people would say that about a race of only one gender that reproduces in the way you do..." Trace smirked slightly, then raised an eyebrow as she told him their planet was 12 billion years old, not much younger than the universe itself. She was quite possibly right when she said it was likely one of the first planets to ever develop. Still, it was remarkable that the planet had lasted this long...and with the small size of the suns in orbit he didn't expect they would last more than a billion years before burning out and most likely collapsing, they didn't seem to have enough mass to go Nova. "Well....we have no such creatures like the Layche, all life on our planet evolves independently in biological terms. As far as we can tell, humans will continue to evolve until we die out, or transcend physical form completely. Though we don't expect either to happen for millions or even billions of years"

Trace was starting to get the hang of riding the Timirit, so long as it stayed slow like this anyway. Infact it was rather fun and relaxing in all honesty....maybe there was something to that old art of horse riding back home after all. Then again horses certainly weren't as intelligent as the Timirit were. "A trot....? Um.....I think I'm god at a walk thanks. I don't do well with moving fast outside of technological means..." He glanced up as she explained about the races, chuckling slightly. "On my world we used to race animals called horses, not too dissimilar from a Timirit. Nowadays though we race with Anti-Grav Racers" He sighed happily. "I remember building one when I was 7 years old....it was so fast....I wasn't too bad a pilot either.....infact selling the plans for that racer put me through my first Doctorate...I always wanted to try building an even faster one with what I know now though....hm....maybe I could build on here and show you how it's done..." He grinned slightly. "And then I'll show you some speed"