Keary #2
“What they actually created in so many cases were monsters who were stronger than the ones they were trying to kill off—those they believed too dangerous to exist. They created monsters that weren’t restricted by biology but created a third and fourth and fifth gender.
Their biology could change as their situation changed.
It could change as the need in their life changed.
You were awake when we talked about kids in the dark room, weren’t you? ”
Rainer nods.
“Drystan’s biology is truly a blank slate.
Everything about him is neutral, and it changes based on what we need.
That’s why he asked you what you wanted the other day when we fucked together for the first time.
His body naturally aligns to what his lovers want, but you wanted him just the way he is so he didn’t change on his own.
Your wants left him a blank slate, which, as you can imagine, he doesn’t run into often in his life. ”
“He’ll grow a womb,” Rainer says, awed.
“Yep. It doesn’t grow in a traditional sense, but yeah, in the same way his body grew his dick sleeve for you. He becomes whatever best fits his environment.”
“Does that work for everything else about him too? His horns?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. He definitely understands. “His horns are, more than anything, a tell of his emotional state. Playful, neutral, terrified—it’s all displayed in his horns.”
“That's the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I agree. After the first hundred or so, almost all teko are like this.”
“Notto isn’t a teko,” Rainer notes.
“Correct. He’s an example of a true divinity class of the highest power. He’s not one or the other gender. He’s both. He’s all. That’s how the vast majority of the god-species are built. They, too, can carry children or deposit seeds. They simply are all.”
He shakes his head. “Perfection.”
“That’s what the divine are,” I muse.
“I’m going to preempt this again, assuring you I mean no offense when I ask this, but you said you’re a god-divine, too. You clearly have a big dick.”
I laugh. “I do and I am. I’m a different kind of god-divine where we’re almost all what humans generally refer to as male. That’s why my particular species has such a difficult time breeding.”
“Your male makeup matches mine? So no womb?”
“Correct. We need other wombs to create more gods, but we’re relatively incompatible with the vast majority of species.
The only reason the Ra don’t die off is because we’re nearly impossible to kill.
How do you kill a being made up of the sun?
Obviously, setting him on fire doesn’t work.
Contrariwise, submerging me in the depths of subzero temperatures doesn’t work because I create my own heat.
Your only option is dismemberment, but again, I’m made up of the sun. Basically, good luck with that.”
Rainer grins. “That’s all really cool,” he says. “I love that you’re all so different and… just…” He shakes his head. “I don’t even know what to say. Perfect sounds a little cheesy, right? But that’s what it is. You’re all in such perfect harmony within your own skin.”
I can’t help but note that if humans had thought the way he did back when they were prevalent, the world would have been a better place. Maybe they’d have organized better and more would have survived the Silence-driven apocalypse.
At that time, such cooperation didn’t exist. Some humans were so determined to believe that they were simply the apex of all living things that they couldn’t fathom the truth of what we’d put in front of them.
They were so set on disbelieving science despite physical and visual evidence.
They were so narrowly focused on trying to force everyone into a single fucking mold that they let their entire species nearly become wiped from the Earth.
On the one hand, all those idiots died because the idiots in charge didn’t know how to survive an actual disaster. They didn’t know how to live off the land. Their billionaire status didn’t guarantee them shit when the beasts came for them. You can’t wave around a bank card to fend off a beast.
Everyone died equally. Monsters, humans, animals… Everyone simply died at the hands of insane monsters. Those who survived were organized. They were ready to fight back, to hide, to bide their time before venturing into the world again.
“There are days like today when I think that maybe what happened was always supposed to happen,” I admit.
“Otherwise, would you exist? Would I have ever gotten to the point where I stopped fighting with Notto? Would Drys exist? Like it or not, the world itself is at peace. It’s regenerating from the destruction that humans had laid on it.
The air is clean. The water is clean. The land is reclaiming what had once been suffocated by concrete.
But most of all, we have you. A world without you would not be worth living in. ”
Rainer huffed. “That was the corniest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
“Oh, precious, I’m just getting started. I’ve read thousands of books. I’m going to make your insides melt.”
He laughs, but I cut that laugh off when I begin stroking his dick.