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Mar 6, 2021

Marune 11a

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Below on this page is part 3 of the science fiction story "Meet the Phari". Twenty years after the events depicted in part 2, Grean's son, Kwystyk, is doing odd jobs such as smuggling robots to the Hui-chi residents of Marune. Special Agent Oqlyn Xybelrough of the Whelm Secret Service finally meets the mysterious fugitive "Blue Bell" who is Kwystyk.

Kwystyk has an unusual mix of human, Kac'hin and Kerub gene combinations and is destined to play a special role on the planet Yerophet. The Kac'hin and the Kerub are simultaneous hermaphrodites, but given his many human gene combinations, Kwystyk has only a vestigial vagina and no ovaries. Casual inspection suggests to most observers that Kwystyk is female. As described below in part 3, when Oqlyn and Kwystyk meet, he assumes that Kwystyk is female.

Meet the Phari ؄

Part 3. The Oqlyn Time-loop (read part 1) (part 2)
Special Agent Oqlyn Xybelrough was in his small office at the Port Mar spaceport. He was near the end of a long day of reviewing records of passenger and cargo traffic to and from Marune. It was this kind of meticulous data grinding that sometimes led to identification of smugglers, but he'd had trouble concentrating all day. Something was tickling at his mind. A forgotten task? He glanced up and looked at the poster on the wall that showed images of the most wanted smugglers on Marune. Since being assigned to his post on Marune nearly ten years previously, it had become his task to compile the most wanted list every month and distribute a new version of the poster to public buildings. Oqlyn welcomed even that task because it got him out of the office for a few hours.

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Oqlyn checked the time; he was taking his girl friend Tatyana out to a show in New Town that evening and it was close to the time when Oqlyn should head home. Oqlyn felt a sudden surge of lust and he considered staying home for the evening and making love to Tatyana. They could attend the show another time... He knew that Tatyana would soon be finishing her afternoon class at the university. Suddenly, Oqlyn found himself thinking about babies. He asked himself: What if Tatyana became pregnant? He contemplated the idea of married life and no longer looking for exciting new arrivals among each year's group of new students at the university.

Except for his as yet unrecognized telepathic connection to Kwystyk, who was at that moment contemplating the possibility that Oqlyn and Kwystyk might be brothers, there was no way for Oqlyn to explain why he was suddenly thinking about children.

Oqlyn's mind re-focused from pleasant thoughts of Tatyana and he again gazed at the faces on the poster. That morning, the facial recognition system had detected one of the people on the wanted list. A surveillance camera had collected images of "Blue Bell" as she moved among the crowd at the spaceport. While he was gazing at the blue alien face of the mysterious woman, Oqlyn's comring activated and the spaceport security chief said, "I've got a problem that I'd like to give to you, Ox."

Oqlyn had known Commander Permin for many years, all the way back to the time before Permin had become chief of security. They had been long-time drinking buddies right up until Permin's marriage to a young graduate of the university. Oqlyn could not remember why or when Permin had begun calling him by the nickname 'Ox'. He told Permin, "I'm going to pretend that I went off duty ten minutes ago. I'm busy this evening." He did not want to get tied up working late.

Permin chuckled. "You don't escape that easily. Come over to hanger 7. We have a robot in custody... quite sophisticated, looks to have been smuggled in and has been working some scam right under our noses."

Port Mar
"On my way." Permin pulled on his cap and rushed out of the office. The planet Marune was under a special embargo designed to deprive the Rhunes of technology that would exacerbate the endless wars between the Rhune realms. Advanced robotics technology was forbidden on Marune. During the five minute walk to hanger 7, Oqlyn tried to review old records documenting previous cases of smuggled robots, but his mind kept wandering back to sweet Tatyana.

Waiting inside hanger 7 was Permin and a flashy woman who Oqlyn did not recognize. Oqlyn felt an instantaneous rush of sexual attraction and let his eyes scan up and down the woman's shapely body while wondering how he had failed to notice a sexy young lady such as this among the spaceport employees. Permin immediately shattered Oqlyn's fantasy of inviting the girl out for the evening to attend the show with he and Tatyana. Oqlyn noticed a bulge in the trousers of the Chief of Security as Permin said, "As far as I can tell, this machine calls itself Rob-B." He spelled out the robot's name while gesturing to the pretty 'woman'. "That's all I know, and now it is your problem. I'm going home to dinner." He turned and began quickly walking away.

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Watching the security chief depart, Oqlyn objected, "Wait a minute, Perm! Where did you find her?"

Permin did not stop walking. He pushed at his pants where his stiff penis was uncomfortably pressing outward against the fabric. Speaking over his shoulder, he told Oqlyn, "A repair crew found it here in the hanger and after first hitting on Rob-B and getting in over their heads, they called me."

Suspecting that Permin knew nothing useful, Oqlyn turned to the robot and said, "You're a fine piece of work." He now noticed that Rob-B had some sort of artificial epidermis that allowed 'her' to change the color and appearance of her skin. As he gazed at her, she made little adjustments to her appearance, becoming even more appealing to Oqlyn. He asked, "You can disguise yourself?" He'd heard through the Whelm grapevine of newer robots from Triskelion that could alter their appearance and even impersonate specific humans. Those unsubstantiated rumors had triggered protests and large demonstrations on many worlds of the cluster where anti-robot sentiment was intense.

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Rob-B replied, "Yes, I have complete control of my surface appearance and can make rapid adjustments to my body structure. When I provided a demonstration of my organ morphing technology to the two ladies, rather than simply enjoy the opportunity to play with my penis, they reported me to Commander Permin." The robot turned her head and tossed her hair, making it flutter around her graceful shoulders.

Oqlyn resisted the compulsion to reach out and touch the robot's lovely hair. "So, the repairmen figured out that you are a robot because they saw you alter your appearance?"

Rob-B nodded. "They were disturbed by my demonstration... they freaked out and called me a ghark temptress and a witch. I did not want them having the wrong idea, so I told them that I am a robot. And they were not repair-men. They were women. I expected them to be intrigued by my penis, not shocked." Rob-B winked at Oqlyn.

Trying to think only about smuggling and not sex, Oqlyn said, "Let's start over." Oqlyn began recording the robot's statement. "Two repair-women found you here in this hanger and they... propositioned you?"

Following orders from Kwystyk, Rob-B had mercilessly deployed her telepathic sashei in an attempt to attract attention, just the opposite of her usual behavior when moving among humans. She'd probably over done her incitement of sexual arousal in the two women, but they had both arrived already with active sexual fantasies in their heads and the whole situation had quickly escalated out of control. "Before she saw my penis, one of them said I was the sweetest piece of eye candy she'd seen in years."

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Oqlyn wiped some sweat from his brow. He concurred; Rob-B was finely crafted and very sexy. "Don't tell me you had sex with..." Judging by the robot's grin, that what exactly what happened.

"You and the two ladies just had a little three-way sex play session, right here on the tarmac?"

"Sadly, we did not get very far in our sex play, although I complimented..." She'd almost said the name 'Nadya'! Rob-B was trying not to use the names of the door repair technicians and also avoid mentioning the name of her owner, Kwystyk. "... one of the ladies on her fashionable underwear." Rob-B giggled at an amusing memory: discovering Nadya's nipple shields. "And we were not outside, we were inside the spacecraft..."

Oqlyn glanced away from the robot's prominent nipples and looked at the row of parked spaceships there in the hanger and demanded, "What spaceship?"

Rob-B shrugged. "I'd rather not say."

"Look, you might as well tell me. I'll find the two repairmen and ask them."

"Women. They were women, Agent Xybelrough." Rob-B smiled and asked, "Do you mind if I call you Ox?"

"Don't try to be cute." Oqlyn was thinking how amazingly cute the robot was and now he suspected that the machine must be telepathic, although she might have heard Perm call him Ox. "You're in big trouble. A device like you should not be on Marune. Who is your owner?"

"I'd rather not name names." Rob-B sighed and reflected, "I never should have shown those two ladies my penis and I can sense that there are a few things I should not tell you... not yet." Now the robot placed a hand provocatively on her crotch and Oqlyn seemed to hear her in his thoughts: it is a lovely little penis.

Oqlyn reflexively looked away from the robot's perky breasts to 'her' crotch and asked, "You are a sexbot from Triskelion?" He was now convinced that the robot had telepathic abilities, a kind of artificial sashei, and was stimulating his sexual responses by means of a direct telepathic connection into his brain. He reflected: this won't be the first or the last time a smuggler tries to avoid arrest by means of a sex bribe...

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"I was manufactured on Triskelion, but I never got sexbot programming. However, after living among biologicals for so long, I've learned a few tricks." Rob-B giggled. "I can see in your mind that you are intrigued." Pressing her hand against the soft fabric of her skirt and letting her penis bulge outward between two of her fingers, she asked, "Do you want a demonstration, Ox?"

Oqlyn could well imagine that Permin had just been the recipient of this sort of treatment by Ron-B a short time before Ox arrived in the hangar.

"That's enough!" Oqlyn turned off his recorder and took out his projac and aimed it at the robot. He was mad at himself, not the robot. She had completely captivated him and turned his mind into a seething volcano of sexual desire. "No tricks, now. Just take me to your spaceship and your owner before I blast you into a puddle of molten iron."

Rob-B threw her arms around Oqlyn and wailed in a high falsetto, "Oh, Oxy, not that! I'm too young to die! Please don't shoot... I'll do anything, absolutely anything..." She now had one hand on his glutes and the other caressing his stiff penis where it bulged outward against the fabric of his pants.

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Oqlyn took his immobilizers out of his pocket and locked the robot's hands together, her arms crossed in front of her body. She moved her arms up and down, making her shapely breasts bounce. "Oh, Ox, darling, I should have known you would be into bondage!"

Oqlyn grinned but said, "Cut it out." He was trying to resist the robot's charms and her telepathically delivered sashei stimuli, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. He ran his fingers through her hair then struggled to control his impulses and demanded, "Take me to your owner, robot!"

Rob-B had been instructed by her owner to bring Oqlyn to the bar that was on the top floor of the main passenger terminal building. However, Rob-B had long heard from both Tut and Grean about Ox's creativity as a lover and Rob-B was curious. Sadly, both Tut and Grean had ordered Rob-B to keep her morphing robotic hands off of Ox. But then again, surely those orders only applied to Ox after he was taken into 11a and sent back in Time. Abandoning her hopes of some quick sex play with Oqlyn, the robot led him out of the hanger.

Oqlyn complained, "Which spaceship were you in?" He tried to ignore the enticing way Rob-B moved while walking. "When you were playing with the repairmen."

"Women." Rob-B thought about Nadya and Byrta and the need to not involve them further in Oqlyn's investigation. Temporal paradoxes were so annoying! She told Oqlyn, "The repair crew was hired on the pretext of fixing a broken airlock door, but I wish you'd forget about them. There's no need to involve them further in this... it did not take them long to figure out that the door was not actually broken. And who can fault them for initiating a bit of sex play?" Rob-B batted her eyes at Oqlyn.

Sally Lanty's study of telepathic sashei.
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Now going up an escalator into the main terminal building of the spaceport, Oqlyn asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"To the PM tavern."

"Your owner is in the tavern?"

"Yes." Soon they entered the Port Maj tavern and grill and the receptionist at the door told Oqlyn, "Please don't bring your prisoner in here, Ox. Are you trying to upset our customers?"

Oqlyn took the arm immobilizer off of the robot and said, "Sorry, Judy, this is an illegal robot. I'm after the owner." He asked Rob-B, "Well, where is your owner?"

Rob-B saw Kwystyk seated across the room. She led Oqlyn to one of the tables by the long row of windows that provided a view of the landing field. Walking across the room, Oqlyn could now sense the presence of a second powerful telepath looking into his mind. Rob-B told Kwystyk, "Strangely, his nickname is 'Ox'! He must be related to..."

Rob-B slid into a seat of the booth across from what Oqlyn assumed to be a young woman, a blue-tinted girl who gave a little salute to Oqlyn and said, "Have seat, Agent Xybelrough." Kwystyk was startled by how much Oqlyn resembled his father. He wondered: Is this some sort of copy of  dad, maybe a clone? It cannot be coincidence that Oqlyn has the nickname 'Ox'.

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It had long been fashionable around Alastor Cluster for some women to tint their skin odd alien colors, however Oqlyn suspected that this girl was naturally blue. Lifting his eyes from her chest and carefully examining her facial features, Oqlyn finally recognized the girl: this was "Blue Bell"! Now he wondered: Is she a girl? Oqlyn was puzzled by her deep voice. He pulled out his projac and pointed it at her. Rob-B's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, applying enough pressure to cause Oqlyn pain. 

Also present there in the tavern was Delpha who was using her sophisticated nanites to control and guide the behavior of all those present. Now, Delpha made sure that Rob-B and Oqlyn did not get into a fight. Rob-B could sense Delpha's telepathic presence and looked around the room, but she had not yet learned how to tune into Delpha's mind pattern and see the visual evidence that the selfie was there in the room in the form of a hidden cloud of nanites.

Oqlyn felt a powerful wave of lustful energy flow through his body and experienced a period of severe dizziness. Fighting to think about something other than the cute little breasts of the girl where they almost peaked out from her low-cut top, now he wondered why "Blue Bell", the girl with blue skin and long ears who had been on his top ten list of suspected illegal immigrants for a few years, was suddenly revealing herself. Keeping the projac aimed at the girl, he asked, "This is your robot?" 

'Blue Bell' answered briefly, "Yes."

Surveillance video had sporadically captured her image a half dozen times around Port Mar, but nobody seemed to know who "Blue Bell" was. During the past few years, several eye witnesses who had seen her around town had called in reports of sightings after seeing her on a wanted poster, but none of them had been able to tell Oqlyn anything useful about her background.

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Oqlyn was vaguely aware that his hand was becoming numb, but strangely, the emotional centers of his mind were dominating his thoughts and demanding that he quickly find a way to ravish at least one of these two sexy women... even if one was a robot. Kwystyk asked, "You know I've wanted to question you for the past few years?"

Kwystyk nodded and issued a warning. "Please don't make a scene by waving your big projac around..." He was looking at the bulge in his pants where Oqlyn's penis was pushing outwards. "... you're making Rob-B get excited." Kwystyk patted the seat next to her and winked at Oqlyn.

Rob-B released Oqlyn's arm and he put the projac back in his pocket. With weak knees, he slid into the booth and grabbed a glass of ice water that was on the table in front of the girl. She placed a hand on his leg and patted his thigh. After taking a drink he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'd rather not say, Agent Ox... not until I understand exactly who you are." Earlier in the day he had used his strongly transmitted telepathic signal to trace Oqlyn to his office. Sensing a mind with similarities to that of his father, Kwystyk had then asked Rob-B to arrange for a meeting in the tavern.

To optimize his telepathic sense, Kwystyk now took hold of Oqlyn's hand and closed his eyes, allowing the telepathic link to Oqlyn to amplify. "You are a leaker... just like dad. Your brain continually sends out many twitinos." Now in physical contact with his body, Kwystyk could peal back the layers of Oqlyn's mind. "I finally understand who you are, even if it is not possible!" Kwystyk shook his head in wonder. His eyes popped open and he asked, "You don't mind if we call you Ox? We've rather gotten into the habit..." She grinned at Rob-B across the table.

Oqlyn could only see the fringes of Blue Bell's thoughts, but he was startled by the oddly intense feel of her telepathic connection... he sensed that she was rummaging around in his mind. He placed a hand against the side of her head and tried to "look" deeper into her mind. "You are a telepath?"

"Yes, Agent Ox, isn't that obvious?" Kwystyk explained, "I've had years of practice during which I've precisely tuned my brain to your sort of mind pattern. Our telepathic link is essentially one way... sadly, you have almost no telepathic reception capability..."

Suspecting he had stumbled upon some smuggling ring that operated out of the spaceport's facilities, Oqlyn asked, "You've been spying on me for years?"

"Don't be silly. My parents never told me about your life... out here." Again Kwystyk looked at Rob-B. "And I don't get out much. Usually I just send Rob-B out on errands." Kwystyk locked his eyes on those of Oqlyn. "Then, this morning, I came to the spaceport to make arrangements for travel to Yerophet and I felt a powerful telepathic link to your mind. Very mysterious!" Astounded by her mother's audacity in keeping such a secret for so many years, Kwystyk marveled, "I finally found out! After all these years..." Kwystyk again patted Oqlyn's leg with his hand. "This morning I suspected that you might be my brother, a child of dad's who I had never known existed, but I had to make sure that I knew exactly who you are and be certain of what I had felt from afar. And so I asked Rob-B to bring you here to meet with me."

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After trying and failing to telepathically 'look' into her mind, Oqlyn felt a strong desire to have a drink. "May I?" Oqlyn removed his hand from the girl's head and picked up the small glass of whisky that was there on the table.

"Go ahead. It might steady your..." Kwystyk moved his hand on top of Oqlyn's stiff penis, "... your nerves." In addition to alcohol, the shot glass contained some infites that Kwystyk wanted to use to help probe Oqlyn's mind.

Oqlyn downed the liquor and set the glass back onto the table. Kwystyk waved to the waiter, and held up two fingers. Soon two more glasses of whisky were brought to the table. Now that Inspector Xybelrough had appeared in the tavern, the waiter nervously asked Kwystyk, "You sure you're old enough to be drinking the hard stuff, Miss?"

Kwystyk laughed and pointed at Rob-B. "Granny is buying the alcohol. I'm just drinking in Ox with my eyes... and so far we're keeping the hard stuff under the table." Kwystyk patted the lump of Oqlyn's penis in his pants. After an uncertain glance at Oqlyn, the waiter moved away from their booth. Oqlyn quickly downed another shot of whisky. Kwystyk exclaimed, "I've never imagined you being so young! This is quite a revelation. Now I understand what my mom always told me, that she fell in love with you at first sight."

In the Ekcolir Reality.
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Oqlyn did not understand what Kwystyk was talking about and he was having trouble thinking about anything besides the fact that he was close to ejaculating right in his pants. "Will you please explain what's going on? How have you been learning my mind pattern for years if we just met five minutes ago? I've met telepaths before, but none like you."

Kwystyk shrugged and then tried to explain their situation. "I guess this must be a time-loop. I should have expected something like this from my mother!" She laughed. "I go out into the world and the first man who attracts my attention is my father!"

"Time-loop?" Oqlyn thought about the ancient myth of a time traveler who went back in time and had sex with himself. "In addition to being a telepath, you can also travel through time?"

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"No, I've never had a chance to travel, not through time, not even off of Marune. You will travel back in time... I grew up with your older self, a copy of you that apparently looped into the past." Again she marveled at how young Oqlyn looked. "The older version of you is twenty years older than you are... with wrinkles!"

Oqlyn pointed to the remaining whisky. "Do you mind?" The girl obligingly pushed the little whisky glass towards him and he quickly drank the third shot. He then drained the rest of the ice water. Oqlyn pointed at Rob-B and said, "I think your robot is altering my mind function, making me feel intense sexual desire. Tell the bot to stop... I can't think."

The girl said, "Sorry, but stimulating you sexually is our best way to keep you off balance. Just relax and enjoy it while I decide what to do. I've made up my mind about you, but I'm a bit worried about how to take you home without drawing any more attention to us." She looked across the table at Rob-B. "Now, we need to quietly disappear from Port Mar. I'm counting on the chemicals and nanites that I've gotten inside his body to solve our problems..."

Joole
Oqlyn tried to steady his spinning head. He asked, "So, you are going to send me into... back through time?" He looked at Rob-B. "Or is that a job for this robot?"

Rob-B shook 'her' head. "Sorry, Ox, but I don't have access to time travel technology. I'm not one of Nyrtia's robots."

"Who's Nyrtia?"

Kwystyk again took hold of his hand and told Oqlyn, "Forget about Nyrtia. Tell me about yourself. My parents never told me that you worked for the Whelm, although I should have guessed. One of my first memories is you making me brush my teeth with military precision and thoroughness. I see in your mind that you've been here on Marune a long time..."

Oqlyn thought about his life before being assigned to duty on Marune. Now Kwystyk asked, "Who is this Agent Joole?"

Mount Kunn

Realizing how easy was for the girl to read his mind and not being interested in sharing Whelm secrets with her, now Oqlyn tied not to think about his contacts in the Whelm and jerked his hand out of her grasp. The girl said, "Relax, Ox. We already know all about the Whelm monitoring station on Mount Kunn. How do you think Rob-B is able to avoid being detected whenever she makes her deliveries to 11a?" The girl had moved her hand back under the table and onto Oqlyn's erect penis where it made a big warm lump in his pants. 

Given the size of "her" hands, the strength in "her" arms, and the deep tones in "her" voice, Oqlyn was seriously doubting that this was a girl. He wondered if maybe her lovely breasts were fake.

With infites and alcohol in his blood and both Rob-B and the girl telepathically pushing at his mind, Oqlyn was quite dizzy. He closed his eyes and after a long pause asked, "Hevena... you are from Hevena?" In the folk-lore of Marune, Hevena was a mythical underground abode of the Fwai-chi.

"No!" Rob-B said, "It is the number, eleven. 11a is one of the larger Hui-chi cities. I'm a courier for 11a, bringing in supplies that can't be manufactured here on Marune and occasionally shuttling passengers in or out."

Teetering on the brink of a telepathic sashei-induced orgasm, Oqlyn opened his eyes and pushed the "girl's" hand away from his penis. He asked, "Hui-chi?"

Kwystyk sighed and replied, "I suppose the simple way to explain everything will involve taking you to 11a and letting you meet my Hui-chi mom. She's not my biological mom, but she and you both helped Grean raise me. I only hesitate because the rule is simple: no outsiders can be told about the Hui-chi. However, I keep forgetting... you are not really an outsider... you've been living in 11a for the past 20 years!"

the positronic robot, Nyrtia
Oqlyn rubbed his head and asked rhetorically, "Will something that you say start making sense... eventually?"

She laughed rather loudly and said, "I know this all must sound crazy to you, dad, but it does make sense."

"Dad?"

"I grew up thinking of you as my father. Well, not you... the man you will become... Ox. You've been a great dad. Of course, you are only my step dad... Natay's father." She giggled. "Pardon all the name dropping... this is not a very good way to welcome you into the family." She signaled to Rob-B and the robot and the girl then helped Oqlyn get out of the seat and rise unsteadily to standing. Oqlyn nearly passed out. Kwystyk pulled the comring off of Oqlyn's finger and slipped it into her pocket. Through a combination of telepathic manipulation and the action of the mind-controling infites that Kwystyk and Delpha had put inside his brain, they managed to keep his legs moving and soon they were out of the tavern. 

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Kwystyk told Rob-B, "This is going smoother than I thought it would. I did not know if he could walk with his mind under suppression." After riding several escalators down to the ground floor of the terminal building, they stepped outside. As his mind began to clear, Oqlyn realized that they were on their way back to hanger 7. The girl was saying, "Since dad never mentioned any of this, I suspect that in addition to changing your name, mom gave you a pretty thorough mind-wipe. That would explain why your basic mind pattern is a bit different from my dad's."

Oqlyn knew that he should be bothered by that mysterious statement about a mind-wipe, but with one arm around Rob-B and the other around the "girl's" broad shoulders and both of them still telepathically stimulating his sexual desires, he was having trouble thinking about anything except how painfully his erection was being pushed and pressed inside his pants with each step across the tarmac. He did not notice that Rob-B was now changing 'her' appearance.

A security guard approached and asked, "Is everything okay, Inspector Xybelrough?"

Oqlyn was known around the spaceport by his cover identity of Inspector Xybelrough, a specialist in disrupting interstellar smuggling operations and confiscating contraband discovered on board cargo ships. Oqlyn's identity as a Whelm agent was top secret. 

Speaking with a voice of authority and having altered her appearance so as to look like one of the local police officers, Lieutenant Cabshen, Rob-B told the guard, "I'm going to help with a cargo inspection in hanger 7... suspected smuggling. We were just over in PM where Ox tried to drink the spacecraft's owner under the table, so please excuse his slightly inebriated state. We got our probable cause for a search, at the cost of a hangover!" Encouraged by telepathic prodding from Rob-B and the girl, Oqlyn now tried to walk without leaning on anyone. He briefly thought about speaking, but somehow words would not come to his tongue.

Eyeing Oqlyn's two sexy companions, and feeling a hot rush of lust, the guard chuckled. "Let me know if you need any help, Inspector!"

Rob-B told the guard, "Come along if you like, Maxamyl. If this is a smuggler's ship, we don't want to find ourselves out-numbered." They entered the hanger and approached one of the spacecraft.

Maxamyl was raking Rob-B with his eyes and he asked 'her', "Hey, Cabshen, when did you get a make-over? Today you look twenty years younger!" Rob-B had nothing to say and was working telepathically to control Max's thought patterns. Approaching the spacecraft, Max asked, "You are going to inspect, this old tub? For years I've wondered who owns this ancient orbital shuttle." Max vaguely wondered who the tall girl with the blue skin was, but he found it difficult to think about anything other than the possibility of having a sexual encounter with newly rejuvenated and very sexy Lieutenant Cabshen.

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Kwystyk quickly opened the entrance portal of the shuttle and led Oqlyn inside the ship. The portal closed and sealed. 

Rob-B had placed a hand on his arm and was telling Max, "Keep your eyes peeled! If this is a smuggling ship, we don't want to be caught by surprise and ambushed. You watch in that direction, I'm going to walk around the ship this way. Be right back." With that touch, she had transferred some infites into his body.

Max watched Cabshen's shapely bottom disappear around the side of the spacecraft, wondering how Lieutenant Cabshen had suddenly lost so much weight. He expectantly turned to look in the other direction, but was now feeling very tired. Three hours later, Max awoke and had no memory of having entered hanger 7 and fallen asleep. On the back side of the little spacecraft, Rob-B entered the shuttle through its rear cargo hold.

Inside the spaceship, Kwystyk opened a closet door, bent down and pulled opened a hidden hatch in the floor, revealing a secret passageway. She started down a set of steps and told Oqlyn, "This is a hidden entrance to 11a." Certain that he could no longer escape or attract the attention of onlookers, Kwystyk relaxed her telepathic assault on his mind and stopped using her powers of sashei to sexually stimulate Oqlyn.

Now regaining some control of his thought processes and with some of the blood finally draining from his sore penis, Oqlyn thought about calling for help. He tried to activate his comring, but now discovered that it was missing from his finger. He began feeling for his projac and finding it in a pocket, felt some relief. He wondered: how did I allow myself to be taken prisoner

Now Oqlyn wanted to know where this hidden tunnel might go and he followed followed the girl down the stairway, trying to convince himself that he was engaged in a clever undercover investigation. Halfway down the dimly lit flight of stairs, he noticed that Rob-B was quickly coming down the stairs behind him after having closed the secret entrance in the closet floor. Rather astounded, he asked, "A smugglers facility right under the spaceport?"

The girl gave her head a quick shake. "The city is under the foothills." They reached the end of the stairway and waiting for them was a small tramcar inside a maglev tube. They climbed in and soon they were moving at high speed through the tunnel. The girl spoke into her comring. "Mom, we're coming back to the city now... with a guest."

"Yes, I'm waiting for you at the station. See you soon, K."

Oqlyn asked, "Where's my comring?"

"Sorry, but I could not take any chances, Ox." She lied, "When I had your mind activity suppressed, I stole your ring and tossed it in the atomic waste disposal." She actually still had the communications device in her pocket. She took hold of his hand and explained, "You are being disappeared... taken to begin a new life."

Robots of Triskelion
Glancing at Rob-B and noticing that her face was changing shape, Oqlyn watched carefully while the robot transformed her appearance once again, now taking on the more conservative form of middle-aged woman who looked less like a sexbot.

Now Kwystyk introduced herself to Oqlyn. "My name is Kwystyk. Apparently, my mom remembered that this was the day you arrived in 11a. She's expecting you, but she's got a lot of explaining to do!" Kwystyk looked at Rob-B and asked the machine, "You knew nothing about this time-loop?"

"Well, this morning when you asked me to lure him to the tavern, I pretty quickly suspected that we were dealing with a time paradox. However, I was not allowed to know too much, too soon. Grean wanted the time-loop to be completed without any changes being made. There was nothing we could do to alter the path of Time."

The tram car slowed and pulled into a station. Climbing out of the car, Oqlyn saw Grean for the first time and critically examined her long pointy ears. Unlike Kwystyk, Grean had normal human skin pigmentation. Standing beside Grean was a young girl, perhaps ten years old. Grean rushed forward and threw her arms around Oqlyn and said, "Welcome home!" She turned towards the little girl and told Oqlyn, "This is our daughter, Natay."

Oqlyn could recognize some of his facial features in the girl, but she also looked a lot like Grean, minus the pointy ears. "So it is true? You are going to send me back in time?"

"Yes, but first, let's go home. You'll have a chance to meet the older copy of yourself." They strolled out of the tram station and Oqlyn looked around. They were inside an underground city. The main dome was three miles across and a set of tall buildings glistened in the distance, at the city center. Oqlyn was amazed that such cities could secretly exist under the surface of Marune. They got into Grean's aircar and Rob-B took the controls and flew them across town to Grean's house. Taking hold of Oqlyn's hand, Grean explained, "Here in 11a we are known as the Ohsynmo family." Rather amused to see the bulging mass of Oqlyn's semi-erect penis, Grean told Rob-B, "You can stop trying to keep Ox aroused. I want him to be able to think, now."

As first seen in the Ekcolir Reality.
New Grean on the planet Wyst.
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Rob-B complained, "You ruin all my fun." 

Oqlyn felt the pressure in his mind ease and his erection soon faded. He'd been exposed to the cognitive manipulations of a Whelm telepath during his secret service training, but nothing as powerful as this robot. He complained to Grean, "I was helpless. Putty in this machine's hands." He asked, "How did you smuggle this advanced robot to Marune?"

Grean laughed, "Not to make thing's too mystifying and since I'm going to edit your memories anyhow... the truth is, I have access to both time travel and telepathy equipment. Not wanting to risk discovery by the Whelm, Rob-B was teleported here, not smuggled in by spaceship."

Natay asked Grean, "Do you really need to erase daddy's memories?"

Grean put an arm around her daughter's shoulders, "Yes, it is a requirement for the completion of the time-loop. But have no fear: this man is an outsider, but he is the origin of the your daddy. I'll soon transform him from a Whelm Special Agent to your loving father." She gazed upon Oqlyn's youthful face and said, "All I still need to do is introduce you to your other daughter and your older self. They deserve to know your origin... then I'll send you into the past."

Now Rob-B was landing the aircar beside a large house. On the front porch was the older version of Ox, Tuttuhr and the daughter of Tuttuhr and Oqlyn, a girl about Natay's age named Cathy. After introductions and a brief shake of hands between the two copies of Ox, Oqlyn said, "So, you are now called Ox Ohsynmo." He shrugged and looked at his daughter, Cathy. "My mother's name is Cathy. So... I got to keep that name in my new family. I suppose I'll never see my mother again."

Ox, the older version of Oqlyn asked, "What was my original name?"

Ariel (Aara) on Numenes. Image made with
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"Oqlyn Xybelrough"

 The older Oz laughed. "Now I understand why I'm called 'Ox'!" He looked at Grean and said, "You are a real trickster!"

Grean explained to Oqlyn, "In the original timeline, in your role as Agent Xybelrough, you discovered the tram line to this city... the one that links in from the spaceport. Of course, I went back through time and fixed that problem. These Hui-chi cities must remain secret. However, I quickly discovered that your mind can be easily tuned to my mind pattern."

Oqlyn looked at Kwystyk and suggested, "Or to your daughter's mind pattern."

Grean giggled, "Kwystyk is my son. He finds it amusing to trick humans into thinking he is a girl." Grean tugged at Kwystyk's loose-fitting top and tried to cover up his breasts. "Anyhow, that was an interesting discovery, since I'm always expending much effort to bend human behavior towards my goals. I wanted to study your particular gene patterns and learn what makes you so pliable under the pressure of my Kac'hin telepathic influence. The easiest thing for me to do was to make you part of my own family and conduct some breeding experiments. Tuttuhr was another willing test subject..."

Tuttuhr told Oqlyn, "Of course, Grean did not tell me about her little genetics experiment until long after Cathy was born."

viewing the future

In her own defense, Grean said, "When living in a time-loop, temporal paradoxes are always acting to constrain our actions." She did not mention how she had been forced to break her agreement with Delpha and examine her own future during the first 20 years of her new life. In any case, everything had worked out. She told Oqlyn, "The only member of the family you have not met is Aara, but she is busy on Numenes. Now, let's go inside and have dinner." She took Oqlyn by the arm and said, "Latter this evening I'll send you back through time and you can really begin your new life."

Inside the mansion there was a large and efficient staff of robots preparing and serving dinner for the Ohsynmo family and ten Hui-chi guests. Oqlyn was seated at the table to the left of Kwystyk. They picked up goblets of wine and gestured as if toasting each other.

Delpha's infites were rearranging Oqlyn's thought patterns and memories. Oqlyn gazed speculatively upon Kwystyk's cleavage and asked, "So, you are actually a male?"

Kwystyk simply winked at Oqlyn and her friends giggled and laughed.

the Idite Dynasty
Grean nodded and answered for Kwystyk from across the table, "I'm a simultaneous hermaphrodite and produce both eggs and sperm. When Kwystyk was genetically engineered, he got a bunch of human genes from one of the Rhune Kiarks and that disrupted the hermaphroditic pattern. Sadly, Kwystyk only has testes. However, he likes to show off his breasts, so many people assume that he is a she."

Kwystyk objected, "You don't have describe the situation in such crass terms in front of all my friends."

Kwystyk's close Hui-chi friend, Myst, who was seated beside him said, "I adore your cute breasts, K. And even if your little vagina doesn't lead anywhere, I love how tight it fe-"

Grean held up a hand, "Please, control yourself Myst. We don't want Oqlyn to feel like he's fallen in with a band of sex-crazed maniacs who can't eat diner without-"

Kwystyk interrupted her mother, "Please, mom, this is my last night on Marune. Let Mysty wallow in her sweet fantasies about my snug vagina." Kwystyk leaned over and kissed Myst rather passionately on the mouth.

"I find it difficult to believe that these secret Hui-chi cities exist." Oqlyn asked Grean, "What is the purpose of this hidden society?"

Fwai-chi
Grean explained, "It all goes back hundreds of years, to when the Idite Dynasty began and the situation here on Marune was dangerously unstable. The Connatic acted directly and put technology restrictions on the Rhunes, but the Fwai-chi agreed to participate in a project aimed at creating a new breed of Rhune that would be less violently antagonistic towards the Majars. A remnant of that breeding project is the Hui-chi who prefer not to draw attention to themselves."

Tuttuhr told Oqlyn, "Our daughter Cathy is a good example. Her mild disposition is quite the reverse of the typical obnoxious Rhune behavior that fueled endless wars."

Cathy looked back and forth between the two copies of her father. Finally she asked the older version of Ox, "So all those stories you told me about when you were growing up here in 11a, that never happened?"

Ox rubbed his head and laughed, "Maybe those memories were taken from someone else... however, to me they seem real enough."

Grean told Cathy, "I carefully provided you father with suitable memories for a peaceful life here with us. You need not concern yourself with the source of those memories. Suffice it to say, they came from a nice man who lived three hundred years ago and I made use of those convenient memories."

Old Grean (image credits)
Oqlyn asked, "Grean, you mentioned your Kac'hin telepathy..."

"Kwystyk warned, "Get used to it, Ox. You won't be able to keep any secrets from her."

Oqlyn quizzed Grean suspiciously, "What exactly is a Kac'hin?

"We Kac'hin are a human variant, genetically engineered to have powerful telepathic abilities. However, there is now an effort to endow humans with similar abilities." Grean placed a hand on Tuttuhr's shoulder. "The Hui-chi have become part of that effort, but due to interfering temporal paradoxes, I can't say very much more."

Next: part 4 of "Meet the Phari"

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