Chapter Seven
Tristan
Istand in front of the simple concrete building, roller bag sitting next to me.
This is it.
This is the start of my new life. I grin as I hit the buzzer.
“Hello, do you have an appointment?”
Courtney. The sweet little old lady I had met during my last visit here.
“Hi Courtney, I do. This is Tristan Moore.”
“Ah, right on time,” she chirps as the door buzzes.
I tug the heavy thing open, stepping into the sterile building. My roller bag clicks happily behind me on the tiles as I reach her office.
“Good morning, Tristan!” She smiles as she sets down her knitting. “Are you ready?”
I nod, “So ready.”
“Any questions?”
“Tons, but none you can answer, I believe,” I chuckle.
“Fair enough. Hand me your bag,” she responds, holding out her hand.
I lift it and sit, hands in lap, but legs shaking. Anxious. I’m ready to leave. Give me my magic-implanted-alien-iPods and get me the hell outta here.
“And what is this?” Courtney asks in an outraged tone.
She’s holding up my bright red five-pound bag of coffee beans.
“Uh, coffee?” I answer, rather stupidly. Looking at her, I push my wire-framed glasses back up my nose. I had packed a spare pair, in case the Celnoe couldn’t re-create them.
“Yes, dearie, I know that, but you can’t bring plants or animals. Didn’t you read your packet?”
I bite my lip. I mean, kinda?
To be honest, I had gotten distracted, daydreaming about leaving this shit planet with all these people just fucking things up.
“But... I need coffee,” I weakly respond.
She laughs and puts it down, zipping up my bag. She gives it a pat.
“It’s roasted! It won’t like... grow or anything,” I argue, trying desperately to get my bean juice to come with me.
“Just between us, Tristan, the procedure on Celnoe to get bio-materials approved is pretty weak. A few short forms. The omega we sent last month, the first to Celnoe, just got her pet fish zapped over. So I imagine you’ll be able to get this sent.
” She winks. “But, procedure says it has to stay. I’ll hold on to it for you. ”
I nod, pursing my lips. How am I going to caffeinate?
“Alright, sign here and we’ll get you back for your translator implantation, and we’ll get you on the gurney.”
Yes. Beam me up Space Daddies.
AS MY EYES OPEN BLEARILY, I realize I’m naked.
Yeah, that tracks, I think offhandedly.
A huge winged man appears over me, his chiseled face painfully beautiful.
“Are you my alpha?” I ask as my head lolls to the side.
“No, human, not me. They’ll be here soon. Their notes say they wanted a few more tests done. I’m going to give you something to relax you. You’ll be fine.”
A sharp poke in my arm and I drift off, his feathers dancing in my vision.
I vaguely recall my thighs being lifted and a filling sensation as huge falcons fly over me in the room, which is now filled with rainbows.
But the next coherent thought I have is the startled blue face over mine, as I hear from another alien, “He’s male.”
“...Didn’t you...”
“Busy with the Care and Feeding of Humans manual...”
“Well, it’s fine, of course...”
“...just surprised.”
As things come blearily into focus, I realize I’m now covered by a soft blanket.
I see three aliens standing over me. My eyes settle on the one near my feet: skin a pretty medium blue, dark blue hair brushing his shoulders, ocean eyes focused on my face.
His horns grow outward before dipping in, only to flare out again. They look dangerous.
I turn to look at the two on my left. Women. Err... females? Shit, that might not be culturally appropriate.
They are gorgeous. Tall, slender, both with horns. One has luminous pastel gray skin and shaggy hair. The other has skin that leans purple and shockingly dark blue eyes. She raises her hand delicately and places it on my cheek.
“Omega, are you well?” Her voice is lyrical, lilting.
Clearing my throat, I respond, “I think so.”
Turning my gaze to look at the male at the foot of my cold metal gurney I suddenly feel very naked. “Are you my alpha?” I ask him.
He snorts as the women make rude noises. Suddenly, I’m scooped up. I yelp as I wrap an arm around the purplish one’s shoulders.
“I am alpha Azane, first of Pack Traex. This,” she nods at the other female, as she turns to the door, “is alpha Inken, your ebondenn.” We head down the hallway, the blanket held firmly around me.
“Please, alpha,” I say, chagrined, “Put me down. I would prefer to walk.”
She gazes down at me, eyes narrowed. She stops and drops my legs, but holds my waist protectively.
Inken steps to me and holds out my glasses.
She observes me carefully as I put them on while attempting to hold the blanket tight around me.
Alpha Azane makes a contemplative noise, her textured horns tilted as she watches me.
“Thank you. I didn’t mean to cause offense.”
Azane nods, silent.
“This,” the one named Inken says, her voice also flowing, “is beta Zilas. So we are your pack, little omega.”
I’d bristle at the ‘little’ comment, but they are all indeed taller than me. Just a knee-jerk reaction to a lifetime of masculine grooming, being told that boys don’t cry, being small is to be weak, et cetera et cetera.
“Great, uh... it’s nice to meet you,” I fumble for something to say as I hold my hand out to shake theirs.
Azane looks down at my hand, clearly confused.
I smile, and her face softens as she sees it. I explain, “It’s a human thing. We shake hands when we meet.”
A tiny smile plays at her blue lips, and she raises her hand, wraps it over mine and... jiggles it.
I bite my lip, trying desperately not to laugh as the other two members of my pack do the same to my hand.
“Come then, little one,” Azane quietly commands, her hand going to my back. Her touch is warm and comforting, and I find myself leaning into her body. She smells wonderful.
It’s not until the hallway widens into a... waiting room type area that I am again reminded that I’m totally nude under this blanket.
I turn my body towards Azane as the orange-skinned man with four arms stands behind the desk. I hear Inken chuckle quietly.
“Well met, omega Tristan!” His voice is soft and pleasant. He wears simple brown pants and naught else. “My name is Fohux and I am also an off-planet omega.” He holds out something about the size of a memory card. “My chip. In case you need it.” He smiles, his teeth a disturbing black.
“Great,” I smile, “Thanks!” I’m worried that my voice is stilted.
Azane, almost as if noticing my mood, turns me towards the door even as Inken takes the chip from the man.
“Easy, wedari, this must be a lot for you,” she quietly says as she leads me outside.
An odd, oval-shaped vehicle hovers near the door. Azane presses her hand to it, and a door swings open. “After you, omega,” she quietly directs.
I slip inside, sitting and rearranging my blanket so I’m not waving my dick about.
Only then do I look out the upper part of the vehicle, which is all a darkened but clear material.
As Azane and Inken settle on either side of me, Zilas types something into a small screen near the front of the driverless vehicle.
It moves smoothly, gliding over a thin strip.
To either side of us is what is clearly a city. However, there are no towering high-rises, and the buildings seem to mostly have flat roofs, covered in a variety of blue-leafed plants. Living roofs, very cool.
It’s at that point that I notice that the grass-like plants growing along the ‘road’ are also blue. I wonder if that has to do with the fact that the sunlight here is a shade of orange?
I look again, glancing at the horizon and the mountains in the distance. Not ‘kind of’ orange. Rich orange, and pink, almost. The light colors the clouds, and it reminds me of sunrises at my Grandpa’s camp.
We slide to a smooth stop in front of a one-story building, and I see several aliens, looking similar to my aliens, lounging on the rooftop among the plants.
“I’ll be right back,” alpha Inken states. Her tone does not invite questions.
I watch the aliens on the roof. One is fully nude as she picks what look like berries. Another reads a book, a pair of heavy glasses on his nose as he reclines in a chair. The last is staring at what appears to be a cell phone. Huh. So that’s universal, I guess.
Inken’s tall body slips back into the vehicle, her cute wolf-cut-like gray hair in her face. She’s holding a medium-sized box, which she tucks away as the car resumes without a sound. And with no obvious instruction from any of them, we’re back over the pink strip, floating along smoothly.
Aliens walk here and there, some nude, some not. Some winged, or with extra limbs, or tails. My eyes flick inside the vehicle, landing on the tails of my pack. They are thick at the base, tapering to a smooth end. They seem to be capable of very fine motor movements.
My mind takes a detour directly to the gutter, and my cheeks heat as the daydream gets more and more explicit. When my dick begins to harden, I cough and realize I’ve been in my mind for quite awhile. I try to focus on unsexy thoughts to keep my cock under control.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed. They got me cuz they want to fuck me, right?
I clear my throat. Inken frowns.
“I should have brought something to drink for the ride home for you, Tristan. I apologize,” she says, her light blue eyes crinkling in worry.
“It’s fine,” I reply without thought.
She glares. “It is not fine, omega. Do not argue with me.”
I blink, snapping my mouth shut and looking out the window.
We’re well within the forest now, the vast trunks of the trees looking vaguely like pine trees back on Earth, though obviously much larger.
“So...” I say cautiously, “We live in the woods?” I smile.
Sounds incredible. Peace and quiet, not the rat race of the city.
Azane makes a noise that seems pleased. “We live in an intentional community called Setias. Inken and I moved here last revolution and completed our house a turn ago.”