“It is not complex. In fact, it is so simple it eludes people. We will teach you, but first, we must dissuade old habits and behaviors. I will research some human writings, and we can study them together.”
“Oh, wonderful,” Skylar mumbled, clearly disinterested.
Tralec ignored her and turned to his pod-mate. “Troy? You ready?”
“Yes. Effy? I want a full system diagnostic available for me upon my return.” The computer did not respond. Troy frowned, eyeing Tralec. “Maybe it’s time to get a new drone.”
“Make this one a male,” Skylar said. She shivered. Once again, she felt like she was being watched. Tralec handed her the stuffed teddy, and she followed them out the door, glancing behind her with red, swollen eyes. The lights flickered. The drone was laughing at her…
Chapter Twelve
Skylar clutched both Troy’s and Tralec’s hands as they entered the monorail to the council complex. She held her breath, waiting to experience another stomach-turning event after seeing the speed in which the trains traveled. She was pleasantly surprised when, except for a small jerk, she felt virtually nothing. Troy explained how air was used to decrease friction and that the hover abilities were developed through the use of magnetic devices. Skylar wrinkled her nose, indicating that his lecture was neither understood nor desired.
“We have arrived. Are you ready?” Tralec asked his companions.
“Of course. Let’s go show off our discovery,” Troy said cheerfully, barging through the huge door and into a room filled with giants.
With her teddy tucked under her left arm, Skylar wrapped her arms around the tree trunk that Tralec called a thigh. She did not know what frightened her the most—the size of the people filling the room or the fear that one of them might accidentally step on her. With a gentle chuckle, Tralec lifted her into his arms and followed Troy to the center.
Skylar hid her face during the majority of introductions. Her language was not used, so she only had body language to tell her what the people thought of her. Some were curious, other’s disapproving. Most of the council was men, and she only saw three females among them. The oldest woman approached Tralec with a smile and began a lively chat, frequently gesturing in Skylar’s direction. Skylar felt herself startle, surprised about how much this woman resembled her late grandmother when she had been in her early fifties. Except for the smile. Instead of the sour, pursed expression she had witnessed constantly on her grandmother’s withered face, this alien’s smile was warm and inviting, and she seemed to be genuinely pleased to meet her.
They were obviously talking about her. Skylar deduced this to be Leeza, the mentor whose pod-mate was a creator. Just from what the boys had told her, Skylar knew that this woman was considered brilliant. And powerful, as defined by the Calipians.
“She wishes to hold you, Skylar,” Tralec said into her ear. “She will not harm you. I trust her.”
“I’m not a doll,” Skylar sulked.
“Right now, that is exactly what you are. I told her that you have been recently spanked and to be careful of your bottom.”
“Oh, my God! You didn’t!” Skylar was mortified.
Tralec looked confused. “Why not? Wouldn’t you want her to take care to not hurt you? Silly human. This is Leeza. Say her name.”
“Now I am a stupid parrot. Leeza,” Skylar repeated, rolling her eyes. Tralec transferred her into the woman’s arms, which surprised Skylar in both their strength and their ease in holding her. It made sense since Leeza was a mentor and constantly handled podlings as they grew and matured.
“Skylar,” Leeza said gently with a smile, “welcome to Calipi.”
Skylar understood the planet’s name and assumed she was being welcomed. She replied with a ‘thanks’ and tried not to stare back into the overly familiar face and wished that her grandmother had been even a quarter as attentive.
Leeza’s eyes were pale blue, and her round, slightly golden face was framed in snow-white hair. Her shape was matronly, with larger, soft breasts and a slender waist followed with ample hips. She was an ‘old school’ clone, Tralec explained, and close to seventy years old if measured by human years. He warned Skylar not to underestimate the woman’s spryness or her endurance. She was known by the men on the council to exhaust even the younger members.
Skylar blushed, finding it difficult to imagine this pretty, older lady jumping into bed and having a frolic in the sack. Leeza noticed the coloration and pointed to her face. Next thing Skylar knew, she was the center of attention as Tralec explained how humans flush and show emotional turmoil. He touched her eyes and ran his fingers down her face, indicating that she leaked, which brought up quite a stir. They must have asked how to cause her to cry because after Tralec touched the location of his heart, he reached across to lift her skirt.
“Stop it! What are you doing?” Skylar smacked at his hand.
Tralec’s eyes darkened. “Do not strike me in front of my peers, Skylar. I am showing them your bottom and what makes you cry.”
“Please, don’t embarrass me like this.”
“Stop it, Skylar,” Tralec ordered, gesturing to Leeza to return her to his arms.
“Daddy, I’m begging you. Please don’t… nooo…” Skylar hid her face in humiliation as Tralec easily rested her across his knees, lifted the back of her dress, and skimmed her panties down past her knees.
Ooohhs and ahhhs echoed through the chambers, and Skylar groaned as she felt hands gently touching her still very red and very tender backside. Her humiliation rose as he forced her legs open and demonstrated that she was equipped, naturally, with two entryways between her blistered cheeks.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, tears starting to drip down her face.
“They want to see the differences between species. These are all scientists, Skylar. Physicians, engineers, anthropologists, creators… why are you crying?”
“I’m embarrassed, you moron! Ow!”
His smack upon her bottom caused a gasp to flicker through the room. Tralec spoke, patting her bottom as he did so, ignoring the wet tears that soaked into his pants. Leeza’s voice was heard and Skylar felt hands over her bottom again. They were soothing and gently touched the areas of the greatest amount of pain. Her panties were lifted, dress hem lowered, and Skylar found herself in Leeza’s arms again.
“She wants to keep you,” Troy said as the older woman pressed Skylar’s tear-covered face into her shoulder and rubbed her back.
“She’s nicer than Daddy is. Maybe I’ll go with her,” Skylar pouted.
“Just keep in mind that things might be different than what you see, baby girl. She has a reputation as a mentor that makes Tralec’s strictness seem like play.”
“I like her,” Skylar yawned, allowing herself to relax in the woman’s arms.
“We like her, too,” Troy said, repeating the words to Leeza.
The woman smiled, gently squeezing Skylar. “I like Skylar well. Will learn words.”
“I thought you said she didn’t understand my language,” Skylar stated, shocked by the clarity of Leeza’s speech.
“She is one of the most intelligent beings in this world. Now that she has a reason, she will be fluent in your language within a few days.”
“That is impossible!”
“Nothing is impossible unless you don’t try it,” Troy said softly, stroking her shoulder.
Skylar remained nestled comfortably against Leeza’s shoulder as Troy began to run through vocabulary words with her. All the while, Tralec spoke to the other councilmembers, assumedly sharing the things he had learned while visiting her world. When he finished, he returned excitedly to where Troy and Leeza stood.
“They are interested in learning more about music as well as your practices of age-play and sexual positioning. They wish me to translate all the manuals and to focus my studies on learning the human culture and how to entertain the species.”
“Congratulations, brother!” Troy responded. “This
was what you had desired.”
“They are going to allow us as much time as we require to learn her ways and even authorized more visits to Earth if we need them. I’m going to wind things up here, and then we can go home,” he said to Skylar. “That is, if Leeza will let go of you.”
Some words were exchanged, along with a lot of nodding, before Skylar was placed in Tralec’s arms. He kissed her temple and reached across to do the same to Leeza, squeezing her hand before they departed. Once in the train, he set Skylar down.
“I thought your race didn’t kiss,” Skylar said with a jealous grumble.
“We are not an orally stimulated culture, but we will press our lips to the flesh to show affection. That will change soon, though, once we share the pleasure that kissing to the lips and the tool region brings.”
“What was that about between you and Leeza?”
“She asked if she and her pod-mate could be allowed to study you. I agreed under the condition that she teach you about us. She is an amazing mentor with a scientific curiosity that shames the rest of us.”
“She isn’t allowed to spank me, is she?” Skylar asked cautiously.
“That was not addressed. Of course, you will not give her a reason to, correct?” Tralec asked, his eyes crinkled slightly as he looked down at her.
“No. I’ll be good as gold.” Skylar paused. “Daddy?”
“What, baby?”
“My bottom really hurts. Can I please stand? These seats are too hard.”
“No, you can sit. It will remind you about minding your manners and how we view disobedience. Agreed?”
“Yes, sir.”
* * *
Skylar groaned as she sat up from her place on the floor. Sometime during her sleeping hours (she still had difficulty calling it ‘night’ when the sun was so high and bright), Effy took it upon itself to shut down her air mattress and lower the temperature in the room, leaving her lying on a cold, hard platform. She had left her chambers, finding that both Tralec’s and Troy’s doors were locked. She knew the boys had not done it, but that it was the computer’s way of keeping her away from them while not disobeying their orders not to lock her door. She returned to her room, grabbed a blanket, and settled down on the soft carpet. The idea of the couch was appealing, but her still-tender bottom was not prepared to face Tralec again because she disobeyed his instructions to stay away from the stairs.
Troy wandered in shortly after the sun began its descent on the horizon and with a frown sat down on the floor next to her. “Should I ask why you are down here and not in your bed?”
“Ask your robot. It wants me out of here. You might not believe me, but it shut off the mattress and turned this room into a meat freezer. It also locked your doors so I couldn’t join either of you.”
“I’ll work on it today and…”
“Can’t you get someone else to do that? I was hoping you guys would show me around.”
“Certainly. Let’s go wake up Tralec.”
After leaving the biodrone in the hands of the service crew, the three departed the building to show Skylar the sights. It was very early yet, with only two of the moons shining in the clear dark pink sky as they walked along the paths lining the boundaries of the nature preserve. Skylar carried a neon pink flower picked by Troy in her hand as the second set of moons brought with them light and warmth.
“I can’t believe how bright it is out here,” Skylar commented, sniffing the fragrant bloom. “I could easily read by this light.”
“It is equivalent to mid-morning in your world. We both can get some moon today and develop some color in our skin so you can stop teasing us,” Troy chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Let’s grab a synthesizer for food and go for a ride.”
“Where are you taking me?” Skylar asked excitedly as Tralec lifted her into a round yellow vehicle and slid in next to her, with Troy at the steering column.
“It’s a surprise. Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Troy said.
Skylar groaned. “Last time you said that, I almost hacked up my lunch.”
“This is not going to be much different,” Tralec whispered, placing his arm securely around her as the craft lifted off the ground.
Quite the contrary, it was much different. Troy flew them over the countryside, pausing at times to hover so that Skylar could see the terrain and marvel at the colors that glowed like Las Vegas in the light of the moons. She excitedly pointed out swirling winds that looked like tiny red tornados that tickled over vast acres of rainbow-colored plants and gasped as sparkling rainbows shot up like geysers from the ground. They progressed over a mountain range to reveal a horizon of velvety purple speckled with tiny gold lights.
“It’s the ocean!” Skylar explained, bouncing with excitement as they drew closer to the massive water source. The golden beach sparkled beneath them as they lowered the craft to land. “It’s huge. I’ve been to the beach once when I was real young. I don’t remember it being this amazing.”
“I’m certain our waterways are different that yours. Take off your clothes.” Tralec smiled gently, pulling her off his lap as she scrambled to see out his window.
“My clothes? Don’t you wear bathing suits?”
“Why? What purpose is there to cover yourself if you intend to get wet?” Tralec asked with confusion.
“Are you saying that you always swim in the nude?” Skylar looked abashed.
“Of course,” Troy said, exiting the vehicle and quickly stripping the clothing from his magnificent body. “Don’t you?”
“We bathe nude, in private, but rarely go out in public like that. Most humans are very modest and only share their bodies with people they are intimate with. Plus, well, my bottom is quite black and blue,” Skylar reminded them.
Tralec, also naked as he stood in the sand, placed his hands on his hips. “My people do not meddle in one another’s lives, especially if they are not in a connected relationship. No one will disturb you, I promise.”
“None of them has seen a human before. They are going to ask questions.”
“No, they will not. It is considered rude. Clothes off, Skylar.”
With a sigh, she sat in the craft and slowly removed her clothing, ignoring the chuckles from the incredibly beautiful men that waited outside for her. There were several small groups of people around them, each as naked as she was and not paying any attention to one another.
“They are going to stare at me,” she whispered before sliding out.
“Let them stare. You will have to grow accustomed to it eventually. Hold my hand,” Tralec said, lifting her and placing her on the ground.
Skylar gasped as the sand wrapped around her bare feet, its warmth engulfing her. “It feels like it’s massaging me,” she muttered, digging her toes into the grains. “What is that on your left foot?”
“This is our version of undergarments,” Tralec explained. “It is considered rude to allow expulsion ports to touch common areas.”
“So that is like the human version of a bathing suit!” Skylar exclaimed. “How come I can’t hide my expulsion ports?”
“Because we enjoy looking and playing with them too much and want them accessible,” Troy laughed before he ran toward the water. The waves splashed over him, sending rainbow-colored sprays into the air.
“He’s not serious, is he?” Skylar asked as Tralec walked her toward the water, ignoring the not-so-subtle glances and whispers in her direction.
“Of course he is serious. Modesty is not an issue in our culture since we are all grown from the cell-bank. We explained that sex is for pleasure only. We view it like what your race calls a game.”
“So instead of playing volleyball on the beach, you fuck… connect?” Skylar caught herself, suspecting that Tralec would not hesitate to add more bruises to her bottom right where they stood.
“Yes. Tell me if the water feels different from that on your planet.”
Skylar dipped her toe into the violet liquid and shivered. It was rather t
epid, but the sensation was quite strange. She tried again, this time stepping both feet in and standing ankle-deep. “It feels like a bunch of little fish is nibbling on my skin. It also feels denser and heavier, a lot like the water in the cleansing units.”
“The ocean is charged with a high degree of natural electricity and provides power to most of the resources in Calipi. It is caused by tiny microorganisms that survived the wars. The density is due to the concentration of the organisms and the mineral content.”
“This is so freaking weird,” Skylar stated, walking in deeper with him.
“It is… watch out!” Tralec called out as a large wave dumped over Skylar’s head, completely soaking her. “Are you all right?”
“Thanks for the warning. The water is sweet. Ours is salty.”
“Different chemical makeup. Your tears probably are a similar design as your ocean water.”
“I’ve been told that humans need salt to survive. Do you need this sweetness?”
“Not any longer. Would you like to swim?”
“Can I? Do you have any sharks?”
“What is…?”
“Animals that sometime attack people.”
“No, the ocean is completely free of any dangerous life. Troy is out there waiting. Let’s join him. The waves cease once we pass this shelf.”
Skylar’s body tingled delightfully as she swam vigorously after Tralec, dodging waves and making her way into the deeper area where both men were still able to stand waist-deep without difficulty. Troy captured her in his arms and pressed his lips to her mouth, his tool already searching for her pleasure pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asked seductively, finding that Tralec made his way behind her and began kissing the nape of her neck.
“We are about to bond with you under the light of the moons,” Troy announced, lifting her enough to place his mouth around one small breast.
“There are people everywhere! Oh, my…” she groaned as she felt Tralec’s hand slip from behind to travel between her legs and roam over her sensitive nub. He began to make slow circular motions around her clit, occasionally brushing the opening of her pussy, teasing her to spread her legs wider as his body brushed her back. Troy grabbed her left ankle and wrapped it around his waist, moving his mouth to her other breast. Skylar followed suit, sliding her right leg to saddle his ribs, his girth causing her cheeks to open wide and clearly expose her treasures to Tralec’s view.
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