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WATCHERS ACROSS THE LIGHT YEARS
by D. O. Mann
SUMMARY
This science-fiction tale imagines a far-away race of beings that
conduct their matings far differently from humans. The aliens bring
together a young human couple, carefully raised in complete sexual
innocence. Their behavior in an artificial Eden is curiously observed
from afar by the aliens.
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Once upon a time-flow, not our own, there was a race of beings far
different from you and me. The only similarity was that they were
born, lived, and died, even as you and I. A rare link-up between us
and that distant species once occurred, hence this tale.
Six individuals of that race had come together for a `fruiting.'
That folk did not have, as we do, male and female genders. Instead
they had six distinct sex-identities. And like our oysters, they
changed from one to another of the six sexes, as they ran the course of
their lives. It took all six kinds, grouping and clumping, to generate
new members of that distant race.
The names I have given that far-off Six are; Ooner, Otoo, Treen,
Fower, Fievee, and Sixtus. Their real names have letters that are on
no earthly keyboards. The six of them had contrived to meet, test
compatibilities, grow together, and begin the lives of two more like
them. In our words, they had come together for six-sex and to make two
babies.
Their multiple mating is hard for us to comprehend. The cluster
clung and moved together, intermingling body parts, even as we do. But
with six individuals, and their peculiarities, they clumped for a long
time, achieving many peaks of sensation during their generative act.
Each sub-group of two developed a half-egg. With three such
sub-groups, three incomplete seeds were produced. Then the two senior
members of the group partially drew away from the juniors. Those two
brought forth another egg-half.
The entire Six re-joined in close creative intimacy and knitted
the four part-seeds into two new infant conceptions. The group of six
parents, now that their peculiar passion was spent, stayed in calm
conjunction to nurture the Two, and grow the pair through their
infancies, just as in a human family.
It was during the first part of the growing, when the new entities
were still very young, that Ooner projected a thought into the brain
cases of the other five sex partners. He (?) disclosed that during one
of their many orgasms, his (?) perception was extended to an extreme
range in a new direction. He (?) had observed the sex customs of
another race, ours. He (?) told the others how it worked with us, so
far away.
They agreed with him (?) that what our distant race did was weird.
They were appalled at the unpleasantness surrounding our generative
process. However Ooner pointed out that there was a certain fleeting
pleasure we felt at the crux of sharing. Then there were our delights
in child rearing. It seemed to Ooner that some feeling we called love
was evident in connection with both of these parts of our race increase
process.
All of the Five, particularly Treen, tuned their minds along the
thought ray of Ooner, and devoted some of their time-of-nurture to the
far distant practices. A few earthly microseconds later, the consensus
developed that the unpleasant and destructive parts of the sex
practices of the human race were caused by several factors. There was
poor transfer, from old to young, of what to do when it came to mating.
Exclusivity, coveting, and jealousy crept in. Then there was the lust
for power, not passion, and there was poor communication, ignorance,
and reliance on past ignorance. Thus, many adverse factors got in the
way of the simple instinctive drive of us two-sexers to couple and
fruit.
The distant Six, being do-ers, on a nly watchers, decided to
perform an experiment on Earth. They hoped to bring about, and watch,
an example of pure instinct, as a pair of the far-away entities were
brought together. They planned to have each of this pair raised to
puberty in complete ignorance of the other gender. Then with the
chosen two in isolation, they prepared to observe the consequences.
In order to bring about this growth in separate sexual ignorance,
the Six turned to the earthly phemomenon of religion, which they hardly
understood. But they had sensed that some religious practioners were
anti-sex to the extreme. Treen searched and found a group that were all
female, renouncing all contact with males. It was arranged that a baby
girl was to be found by this group and raised by them. The nuns named
this infant Dora, and kept her from all carnal knowledge until she was
grown. She was barely aware that there were different people outside
the nunnery, called men.
Likewise, Sixtus discovered an isolated group of males, who
fiercely shunned all female influence in their cloistered lives. They
extended their ban even to cows and hens, living their narrow lives in
exclusive masculinity. Sixtus caused them to find a male infant, who
they raised in strict conformity to their practises. This child, named
Dorian, grew to puberty hardly knowing that there were females, except
for some obscure references in the colony's censored books.
Now the Six powered together and created, on distant earth, a new
Garden of Eden. It was patterned after the original, taken from the
lore of the race and the ancient books. There was a warm bit of ocean,
with a gentle surf. There were fruits and berries on the trees and
shrubs. A fresh clear stream ran across the preserve, and there was a
waterfall. Overhead, a local fusion torch replaced Sol, just for the
garden. It was made to blaze and fade to a minimum `moon-light', in
tune with the revolution of Earth. Surrounding all, was a barrier
which isolated this Paradise from the rest of our world.
Now the two earthies were ready. The onset of maturity was on
them. She had flowed monthly for several years, and he was producing
copious, if imtermittent, emissions of male juice. Each marvelled at
the changes as their bodies developed. Time now being also ripe, the
Six brought the human pair and inserted them, both unconcious, through
the barrier.
Before they awoke, Fower implanted each earthies' language in the
mind of the other. They were on aaware that they could formerly on
understand each other. The memory of their past lives was programmed to
fade in a cycle or two. Now they awakened to awareness, in separate
parts of their garden. The increasing blaze from above brought them to
their new reality.
Dora came awake first. She was curled up under a bush on some
soft grasses. It was far different from her cot in the small bare cell
of the nunnery. She gazed around in wonderment at the trees and
bushes, so different from the white-washed walls that were all she knew
before. Her next glance was down at herself. She was nude, and
wondered at that, for the nuns had insisted that a long white gown was
the minimum, even for bathing. Dora had never looked at her entire
bare body before,a nly at a part or so at a time.
She became aware of an inner urge that had, before,ataken her to a
squalid and smelly out-building just inside the rear wall of the
convent. Now Fower's impelling thought insinuated itself, and Dora went
directly to a glen close to the unseen barrier. There the stream
disappeared underground. The water swirled in a whirlpool. She was
guided to squat in the shallow pool and empty her bladder and bowels.
What left her was carried under and away, and the flowing water
cleansed her.
She wandered away and started to explore the garden. A growing
murmur led her to the splash of the waterfall. The stream flowed over
a rocky wall and arched to create an inviting pool, clear enough so
that the sandy bottom twinkled through the ripples. Dora waded in,
delighted, venturing to approach the fall. The warm spray tempted her,
and she gradually backed in and let the flowing water sluice all over
her. At length she emerged and let the warm glow from overhead, subtly
enhanced for the purpose, dry her hair and body. She was content,
except for a growing emptiness.
During this time, Dorian also wakened to gaze in wonderment at the
lush foliage. He had never experienced such vegetation before,afor the
monastery where the monks raised him was walled on a high rocky cliff.
He was not surprised, as Dora was, by nudity, for the brothers often
went about their tasks with nly breech-clouts. Fower impelled him,
too, to seek out the whirlpool. There he spouted into the middle of the
vortex. Then he squatted in the water and emptied into the gurgling
drain. He too became hungry.
The two earthies converged on a section of their garden where food
grew lush and delicious. Distant Fievee gently guided them to pick and
eat. As they grew filled, they wandered toward a central glade, and
finally glimpsed each other. The alien soothed their startle impulses,
and filled them with curiosity. They approached and confronted one
another. He observed Dora's breasts, lush in comparison to his
flatness. She noticed with interest the three foreign objects
scarcely concealed by his scant pubic hair.
He broke the silence, saying that he was Dorian, and what was she
called? She answered `Dora'. He asked what those were, pointing to
her chest. She said the nuns had told her to call them breasts as they
grew, and to conceal them. But, she admitted, with nly a trace of
fading embarrassment, that she had nothing now to hide them under. He
said they were beautiful, and that his two rounds were much smaller,
and hidden by hair and by his waterspout. He lifted it and held it
aside, so she could clearly see the small globes in their sack. She
said she had no such things under her hair,a nly a chink.
They turned their attention to the wonder of their surroundings.
They joined hands and began an exploration of the garden, exclaiming at
the beauty of foliage and flowers. Finally they came to the beach and
the gentle surge of the warm salt water. They ran along the edge of
the sand, and waded, delighted, into the surf.
She playfully pushed him down under the surface. He emerged and
splashed her vigorously. She rushed to grab his arms. He turned and
embraced her as well. Distant Sixus pulled back the influence being
lightly exerted, and let human instinctatake over. The two hugged
close, knee-deep in the surging water. The remote Six noted with
interest that the earthies slowly brought their mouths together to
exchange a token of mutual good will. The will was so good that they
increased their merging with an tentative exploration of each others'
tongues. Their embrace tightened, and her out-juts were pressed tighly
against his chest.
He dropped his arms and took firm hold of her hind-globes,
pressing her close to him, even as he swelled. His dangle rose and was
squeezed between them. She withdrew in alarm, and turned away from him
to see what was pressing her belly. The thing was different from
before, large and stiff and inviting. She grasped it and held it,
returning to the enchanting embrace, and the delicious melding of lips
and tongues.
After a thrilling exchange of caresses above, the pair drew back a
little. She used two hands to hold his swollen extension. Likewise, he
reached out and palmed both of her mammaries. They began, in their
common language, to enquire of each other about the names of the body
parts that each held. She had said `breast', but they both realized
that he, too, had something called that. He knew that calling them
`she-bulbs with little knobs' would be awkward. So he improvised, with
her agreement, and named them `she-zies'.
Then came her turn to name the part of him that she held. After
all, it could on aalways be `his ninth finger that swells to big
stick'. They settled on `he-woo'. And below that, she shifted one
hand, and hefted the `pair of lumps in bag'. This became in her mind,
and his also, `he-two'. With joy and delight, they continued to handle
and play with each other's protrusions. The far-away Six noted with
interest that these organs were fairly similar to what one or another
of them extended, for the others to enjoy, during fruiting.
As they kissed, and he fondled, she manipulated his he-woo with
increasing firmness, stroking him from he-two to tip. A drip of
moisture came into her palm, and her dry strokes became juicy caresses
as their tongues lashed and swirled together. He began to pant and
groan, and his he-two drew up and swelled. At last a sweet thrill
swept over his body, and a different fluid rushed up and squirted out
all over her hands. He recalled certain dreams when the same jetting
and outpouring had awakened him.
They stepped further into the waves, and let the water rinse away
the stickiness. Dora said that when he was erupting, she, too, had
flowed with a new juice from her hairy chink. He wanted to see, so
they went up on the warm sand. Dora lay back and spread her legs and
parted her lower lips. Now they had some new things to name. They
settled for `she-oh' for the whole region below her maiden mound.
There were `low-lips', and `in-lips'. She showed him a hood that could
be drawn back, disclosing a small bud that reminded him of his knob
when he was a small boy. They named this rosy nubbin `she-tip'. She
winced at its sensitivity as he touched it.
Then, down at the bottom of she-oh, he found the dark red entrance
to a to a lower mouth. A thin runnel of clear maiden-sap was flowing,
covering the region with a slippery film. Dora boldly showed him how
she could dampen some fingers in the flow, and then insert them into
her tunnel, which they now called `she-in'. She was thrilled when he
followed her example, moistening his fingers with her juice and gliding
two of them into the stretched cavity of her she-in.
She was scarcely aware, due to the swift intervention of Treen of
the Six, of the rending of a veil just inside she-in. But as Dorian's
fingers went deep into the tube, his thumb engaged she-tip. Dora gave
a small jump and a yip. She writhed and clutched Dorian, her hand at
the back of his neck, urging his face to her, so they could kiss deeply
once more. His thumb below and his tongue above made Dora pant and
heave, moaning her excitement as her passion rose to an overwhelming
peak of thrilling lust. The distant Six relished every spasm and throb
as the virgin climax engaged her entire being. It slowly died away,
and Dora sighed and slumped in his fervent embrace.
They rinsed the sand from their bodies, and, while drying, they
wandered back to the food grove and slacked their hunger, sharing the
tastiest bits. There was a bed of soft grass nearby, and they lazily
reclined and began a leisurely exploration of each other's body
differences. Dora took possession of he-woo and handled it until it
swelled in her gentle grasp. She uncovered the skin at the tip,
exposing the tense crimson head. A series of droplets emerged from his
tip-slit. She shifted until she could touch the clear liquid with her
tongue. Dorian shuddered and lunged, driving he-woo into her mouth.
Dora was enchanted by the feel and taste of him, and slurped happily,
working her lips up and down his rigid shaft. He held back as long as
possible to enjoy the licking and the sucking, but finally was driven
to the pinnacle of his passion's peak. He erupted, flooding her
astonished mouth with his seed-juice.
Dora brought his hand to her she-oh, and he dabbled his fingers in
the flow from there. He brought them to his mouth to taste of her. It
was so inviting that he stooped and spread her thighs with his face.
He began a thorough exploration of her entire she-oh with the tip of
his tongue. He lapped the lips and twirled the she-tip. He thrust
into the depths of she-in. He licked up and relished her flow of
girl-juice. As he mumbled she-tip between his lips, she clutched his
head to intensify the stimulation there. She climbed rapidly to the
height of her lust. She writhed and panted and uttered small screams
and clutched him in the intensity of her orgasm.
They enjoyed the subsidence of passion in a tender embrace,
drifting off to restful naps. They wakened to the wane of their sun,
and to a growing hunger. On the way to the food place, they detoured to
visit the vortex in the stream. She held he-woo during his gush until
the splashing made her squat swiftly. Then they hurried to the
waterfall for a refreshing sluice and an energetic tussle. Laughing
and playing, the pair lounged on a grassy knoll. The heightened glow
from above, and breeze from an invisible nozzle, dried them. They
wiped the last droplets from each other with tufts of dry grass.
Returning to the nest where they had last indulged their passion,
they de-toured to the feeding grove to snatch some succulent fruit.
Sprawling on the springy turf, Dora and Dorian fed each other bites of
crisp apple, and popped grapes in each other's mouths. Sated, they
kissed and licked away the juice from each other's lips. The kisses
gained in voltage until internal juices started to flow from he-woo and
she-oh. Dorian was lying over her, and shifted down slightly. She
opened her legs and made an inviting saddle for him.
The distant Six sensed that a cusp was nearing. They withdrew all
tenuous compulsion and attended with heightened interest as inate
instinctatook over. primitive urge gripped Dorian. His rigid rod
entered the welcoming depths of Dora's yearning she-in. Two young
bodies surged and drove together, sending he-woo plunging in and out of
the slick envelopment of she-oh. She-tip was rubbed along the
thrilling length of his poking protrusion. The Six watched and
followed the rising excitement, remembering the similar passionate
fulfilment of a phase of their hexagonal mating.
Fivee, an acknowledged expert at micro-manipulation, had ensured
that a Dora-egg was gathered and impelled down an internal canal. Now
they awaited the culmination of the excitement of the pair. All Six
prepared to savor every last spasm and throb, as first Dorian then Dora
peaked into maximum orgasms. He-woo spurted a seed-swarm into she-in's
receptive end-pocket. The mates sank into langorous satisfaction.
Fivee was barely able to refrain from assisting the urgent ascent of
the wriggler-swarm up Dora's tube. All Six heaved sighs of relief as
the winning spermatozoan penetrated and merged, completing the egg.
The rest of the Six beamed a question at Fivee. How long would
the nurturing take, and when would the new entity emerge to start
breathing the poisonous Terran gases? Fivee paused to consider, and
then answered, "Ten phase-changes of their Luna, or a little more than
three quarters of Terra's orbit around Sol."
"So long!" marvelled Treen. "One would think that such frantic
activity at the conjunction might result in a speedier development of
the off-spring. But on the other hand, we Six are still nourishing our
Two, who are on ayet independent. While we must be joined until Sven
and Eet can emerge, might it on abe good to observe Dora while she
fruits? I mean from a closer vantage point."
The Six joined purposful thought for a flash, then acted equally
as fast. The local zone enclosing the Garden of the Terra-two was
moved up and away. It crossed the starry spaces between the observed
and the observers. The destination of the Eden-globe was the local zoo
of the Sixers. Dorian and Dora, unaware, continued their idyllic life.
They frequently clung to merge protrusion and receptor, while she
budded and burgeoned. This was a great curiosity to the Six-sex-ers,
whoa nly mingled body parts during the fruiting, and not during the
looser union when the Two were being nurtured.
In due course, little Edward was born, and grew, under close
scrutiny from without the Barrier. The Six were amazed as Dora nursed
the child from her she-twos. They did not use such temporary fluid
during their nurture phase.
The artificial Eden cycled on. More additions to the little
family were charted by the zoo officials. Distant Sol whirled his
planets in many cycles, and the new Terrans came to maturity, one by
one. Matings occurred between the young, and also between the two
generations. The increasing population crowded the Eden. The zoo
officials had to enlarge Paradise. The Six and the new Two followed
this growth with interest as originating sponsors.
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