Potina on Tar'tron

Symyn and Qyp

Below on this page is part 4 of the Mosy Saga. Potina is allowed to recover past memories of her time spent on Tar'tron, near the galactic core, where Potina and Tara were instantiated as humans at a recruitment facility where they had to select the particular Ek'col (Zule) who would got to Earth with them as interventionist agents in Eland.

While on Tar'tron, developmental control nanites are used in order to hide the true physical forms of Zule, Potina and Tara. During their time on Tar'tron, they use the names Qyp, Symyn and Thylon.

I decided to name this chapter of the story "Recruiting Qyp" as part of an effort to explain why sending another Ek'col to Earth was a necessary part of the Mosy intervention. Previously, I made use of Ekcolir as a means of telepathically controlling a special population of Earthlings who lived about 20,000 years ago. The events in parts 1-3 of the Mosy Saga take place more recently on Earth (just about 5,000 years ago).

Recruiting Qyp (Part 4 of the Mosy Saga) (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3) 

While Tara was in Zevy's room, Potina and Zule were eager to experiment with the big bed in the master bedroom suite. After a delightful sexplay session, Potina rolled off of the big bed and was immediately surrounded by a group of Rep. The Rep first bathed Potina in a luxurious pool and then Cadya, who was Potina's new personal assistant, showed Potina a glittering suit of clothing and explained, "Here in Norsun, there are some wonderful fabrics that you never knew in Eland."

Potina in silver at Norsun.

Potina reached out and felt the glittering silver dress that Cadya was holding. "It looks like metal, but it is wonderfully soft!"

Cadya helped Potina put on the dress and the Rep also let a swarm of infites move from her artificial body into the biological body of Potina. Potina was admiring her reflection in the tall mirror of her dressing room when the infites began releasing old memories into her mind. These were memories form a different instantiation of Potina, one that through the agency of time travel technology was actually in the far future of the Ekcolir Reality.

For the Potina of Norsun on Earth, those infite-generated memories arrived like a dream vision. In her vision of the future, Potina now found her consciousness to be another woman, named Symyn. She was speaking to the dorm matron, Caz. The words flowed from her mouth in a perfectly natural way, but their meaning was a mystery to Potina. Almost instantly, Potina's endosymbiont made an adjustment and began translating the language of Tar'tron into words that Potina could understand. "Some of these boys are impossible to approach."

Symyn at school on Tar'tron.

Caz shook her head and insisted, "Not true. You just don't want to be bothered with the difficult (not impossible) cases, but some men need to be pursued." Caz had looked at Symyn's future and had seen that Symyn was in danger of not completing her mission on Tar'tron. Left to herself, Symyn would end up selecting a less than optimal mate from among the available boys.

At that moment, Caz was using infites to restructure Symyn's mind, forcing her to stop enjoying the luxury of having many friends, both male and female, who wanted to be with her and to engage in sexplay with Symyn. Caz waved a hand and a swirling cloud of clothing nanites remade Symyn's clothing into a new form: a shimmering two-piece silver gown that clasped tightly to Symyn's slim hips and her small breasts. Then, almost at once, the glistening top began to expand as the nanites morked carefully to simulated a significant enlargement of Symyn's breasts. Caz said, "Your date enjoys the sight of big breasts." 

Potina is dressed by nanites.

 Symyn was an athlete who spent most of her time participating in simulated hunts and other demanding sports. Feeling the weight of her fake breasts increasing, Symyn muttered, "Ug, don't weigh me down with a lot of fat."

Caz assured Symyn, "Fear not. These breasts are disposable." The swarming clothing nanites finally finished crafting a pair of silver boots on Symyn's feet. Now the nanites had settled into a stable configuration, although they could shift their assembled patter again upon receiving the proper command signals from someone like Caz. The students such as Symyn were aware of nanotechnology, but not trained in how to control nanites.

Symyn placed her hands on her breasts and experimentally bounced them. "My date?" Symyn had been in bed and having oral sex with two of her girl friends (and had planned to spend the whole night in that fashion) when she had been rudely summoned to the matron Caz's office at this late hour.

"I invited Qyp to go for a walk with you this evening. He's almost here. Just take him for a long walk along the shore."

Symyn knew Qyp as a quiet boy who seemed to spend all of his time in the music department. There was a knock at the door and Qyp came into matron Caz's office through the open doorway. Symyn noticed that Qyp was quite tall, the top of his head barely fitting under the top of the door frame, as if the door had been designed with his great height in mind. Qyp was wearing a flashy golden jacket and carried a big bouquet of fragrant flowers. He ignored Caz and spoke directly to Symyn, "Are you ready to go..." His eyes shifted briefly to Caz... "or is our date cancelled?" Qyp handed the flowers to Symyn.

Potina with the flowers.

Symyn went to the matron's big, complex desk and tossed the flowers down in front of Caz. Symyn looked into the matron's eyes and tried to ignore the sly grin that was on her lips. Symyn sensed that she was expected to go with Qyp. Symyn turned away from Caz and two strides of her long legs brought her back to Qyp. She threaded and arm through his, turned him around and led him out of the office.

Qyp asked, "You did not like the flowers?"

Symyn was trying to suppress her anger directed at Caz for having secretly and without warning set up this data. She told Qyp, "The flowers are beautiful. Thank you for the gift. Caz will enjoy them. She deserves something for her scheming."

Qyp said, "I hope you are not being punished by the matron."

Symyn laughed. "And as punishment I must take you out?"

Already they were on the back steps of the administration building. The gentle sound of the nearby surf could be heard. "I can't imagine why else you would ask me out. I was quite surprised by your invitation and the adorable little poem that you wrote."

Symyn squeezed his arm. "You're an artist, so I'll excuse your fantasy." She tugged him down the slope towards the beach. "It was Caz who wrote the poem and arranged for this evening stroll along the beach."

"Really? I suppose I should have known. Sadly, Caz is opaque in the face of my telepathic probings."

"Anyhow, I do think you are cute, but when I'm near to you I can sense your mind... I'm a bit afraid of you... so I have not wanted to be alone with you."

Astrophysics lab on Tar'tron.

They stood at the edge of the sand. Qyp nodded. "Most girls feel that way about me. I still don't understand why Caz has brought two telepathic girls here for her little experiment. Thylon has quite impressive telepathic powers... for someone who is not an Ek'col."

A group of other students was a hundred yards up the beach to their left. Dark figures flickered against the glowing fire light. Qyp tugged Symyn in the other direction. Symyn kicked off her boots and then they moved to the firmer wet sand near the water's edge. The sky was a mosaic of thin clouds and the blazing stars of the galactic core. He squeezed her hand and said, "Lucky for me, I don't have to think. You are very cute. I love the way you walk... like you walk on the air." He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed her hand.

Symyn said, "We'll walk out to lovers point and then return to the dorm. Caz will be satisfied that I am working to complete my mission."

Qyp laughed. "I'm saddened to hear that you view your time with me as work."

"It is not that. I had another date for tonight and I resent Caz disrupting my schedule."

Qyp placed a hand against the back of Symyn's head and he could sense the pattern of her thoughts. "Ah, you were expecting a night of sexplay with Klywy. She's very skilled at oral sex."

Symyn thought about Klywy's amazing tongue. "She's taken all of Caz's advanced electives on sexplay. I'd been looking forward to a night with her tongue for the past month. If we hurry, we can get down to the point and back before Klywy slips away to find another lover."

Qyp took his hand off of Symyn's head. "Myrly is there with Klywy, that should keep her occupied."

Hair nanites of Tar'tron.

Myrly was Symyn's most regular lover and she had insisted on a three-way with Klywy. Qyp could telepathically sense Symyn's lust and frustration. He said, "You and I could spend the night together at the point."

"On a first date? I think not. You'll stick your fat tongue down my throat and drool on me and that will be enough."

Qyp sighed. "I want you to remember what you just told me."

She looked at him quizzically, unable to judge his meaning in expression on his star-lit face. "Of course I'll remember. It i a beautiful night... and I'm enjoying our walk."

He glanced again at Symyn's breasts and seemingly changed the subject, "I had not noticed that you've begun to mature."

Symyn tugged at her top and pulled it off. "This is me." She tossed the nanite-generated top into the surf, feeling pleased to be free of the nanites that Caz had used to exaggerate the size of her breasts. "I don't think I'm destined to have huge breasts. It was Caz's idea to have me wear faked big breasts tonight."

Qyp laughed. "You are beautiful in your natural form." He waved a hand and his clothing nanites opened up the front of his jacket, revealing his torso and abdomen. "Caz is a trouble maker."

Symyn asked, "You can control nanites?"

"Caz taught me that little trick. She seems to take a special interest in me. I'd asked her to use nanites to modify a flute I built, but she ended up undressing both me and herself and it turned into another sex education session. But in the end, she showed me how to use nanites to refine the instruments that I make. Later I learned that some of the nanite codes she taught me also work on clothing nanites."

Caz on Tar'tron.

"Strange... I thought the power to control nanites was forbidden knowledge." Now Symyn regretted not having paid any attention to Qyp's interest in music.

"I hope you like the look of my body as much as I enjoy looking at you."

From her perspective in Norsun, Potina, "watching" the scene that included Symyn and Qyp on the beach, tried to process the great wealth of information that was flooding her mind. The infites that had been sent into her by Cadya were providing not only an autobiographical memory of Symyn's walk on the beach, but also background information that made Potina aware of the location (the distant planet Tar'tron) and every other important fact of Symyn's life. Potina even experience the heart-skipping excitement of Symyn as she contemplated the possibility that Qyp might be the Ek'col she was searching for. Symyn had been assigned by Thylon the task of finding them a husband. Symyn told Qyp, "I'm pleased to hear you say that. You are quite beautiful. In the past, I've wondered if maybe you are not interested in girls." 

Qyp sighed profoundly. "Caz almost ruined everything."

Symyn, like all the other students, knew that Caz was a force to be reckoned with. For a moment Symyn reflected on her own sexplay sessions with Caz. Among other duties, matron Caz was the sexplay instructor for the students. Symyn asked Qyp, "What, you'd rather have sex with matron Caz than a little girl like me?"

"No." For time Qyp was silent. They had reached a place on the beach from where the other students at the bonfire could no longer be heard in the distance. Suddenly a satisfied lover called out in ecstasy from one of the little huts at lovers point, which was now quite near. Qyp turned to face Symyn and he gently stoked her breasts with his finger tips. "I'd take much pleasure in being your lover. The problem is, I can't ever know if you want me... of your own free will."

Potina in Norsun.

Symyn reached down and felt Qyp's stiff penis where it pushed outwards against the thin fabric of his pants. Symyn did not want to admit that she had a job to do. It was her assignment to select among the boys and find the best Ek'col who could serve as the husband for she and Thylon when they went on their mission to Earth. Now her heart quickened as she wondered if Caz had warned Qyp about that secret. She liberated his erection from his pants and held it in her hands. "Of course I want you. But I need more from you than a wild ride on your penis."

Qyp placed one hand on Symyn's soft bottom and pressed the other between her legs. He gently stroked her wet labia with his finger tips. He kissed the tip of her nose and then said, "Caz admitted that both you and Thylon are not Ek'col. I've always sensed that you have essentially no telepathic ability to send information into my mind. Still, there is something special about you two. Caz refused to tell me that secret."

"Does that bother you?"

Qyp was busy for a time. With two of his fingers up inside her hot vagina, he was enjoying the silky feel of her insides. He withdrew his wet fingers and rubbed them vigorously on the stiff glans of her clitoris. Symyn gasped and felt Qyp's telepathic mind clamp down on her. She achieved a sparking little orgasm and felt her knees go slack. He lifted her off the ground and settled her against his body; his erection slid into her tight little vagina. Holding her tight, he assured her, "It bothers me that I can control your mind and make you have orgasms just by suggesting that you do so."

Symyn had her arms tight around him and she began rubbing herself against him, taking his hot erection as deep inside as she could. She was startled to find herself making love to Qyp and enjoying the feel of his powerful body. "I don't mind. Not at all."

He laid down on the sand and let her ride his penis to a more explosive second orgasm. When he ejaculated and his sex hormones began to work in her body; now she went a little bit crazy. Later, as she lay resting against his sweating body, he told her, "I don't want to make you my prisoner."

Two clones of Potina/Symyn.

Still uncertain how much Qyp knew about her mission, Symyn tried to organize her thoughts. She could still feel his telepathic mind playing among her emotions, much as she was still playing with his erection and feeling it hard and hot as she methodically moved it against each part of her vagina. Her thoughts about Qyp had completely changed. Gone was her fear of his ability to make her emotions boil up and explode. Somehow she knew that he would never take advantage of the power of his telepathic mind for any purpose other than to give her pleasure. "But what if I needed you? Would you honor me by being my husband?"

Qyp laughed. "Caz has spoken about that word. Husband. I still do not understand it."

Symyn tried to explain. "That word is common in primitive human cultures where resources are limited. Thylon and I must go to such a place... Earth."

"Are you serious? So that is what is special about you two. I see it all now. You two are here on Tar'tron only because you are preparing for a mission to Earth. And you want me to go along?"

"I have not decided. But it is my assigned task to select an Ek'col to accompany me and Thylon when we are sent to Earth."

Qyp was not at all certain that Earth was a real place. It seemed like a mystical planet of legend and he had never known anyone who thought otherwise. Placing both hands on Symyn's head, he could now sense that she believed in the reality of Earth. "Let's get back to campus."

Symyn hurried Qyp back the the administration building, not bothering to put on a top to cover her breasts or allow Qyp to cover his penis. Caz was waiting for them in her office and Thylon was there as well. Symyn told Caz, "You knew he is the one."

Symyn on Tar'tron.

Caz nodded. "Of course, I've always known. However, it was up to you to make the discovery for your self... and Thylon."

Thylon stood in front of Qyp and took his semi-erect penis in her hands. "Kiss me, my husband."

Qyp placed a rather chaste and brotherly kiss on the top of Thylon's head. He asked Caz, "You are sending us to Earth?"

Caz laughed. "Only in a sense. Cloned copies of you three have lived out their lives on Earth of the distant past. The tree of you," Caz waved a hand, gesturing to the tree young students, "Will live out your lives here on Tar'tron." Caz bent down and kissed the head of Qyp's penis, now fully erect under the manual stimulation being applied by Thylon. Then she told him, "You will have the chance to learn the mind patterns of Symyn and Thylon. That knowledge will be built into your copy on Earth, giving you the ability to efficiently form an alliance with them both." Caz hungrily took the tip od his erection in her mouth.

Qyp asked, "As their husband?"

Not bothering to take her mouth off of the glans of his penis, Caz telepathically told him: Exactly.

Qyp shrugged. "I'm not sure I can really understand the idea of being a husband and having exclusive relationships with just two wives."

Now, with Thylon at his right side and Symyn by his left side and each of them with a hand on the hard shaft of his erection, Caz finally took her mouth off of his penis. "Don't worry, there will be dozens of Rep who will make sure that there is nothing sexually exclusive about it. Just as here, Thy and Sym will share you with others, including me." Making her point, Caz lifted up her shirt and slid his erection into her vagina.

Symyn of Tar'tron.

Thylon asked, "Rep?"

Potina wanted to explain to Thylon about the Rep of Earth, but then she lost the tread of her dream vision of Tar'tron. Now quite sexually excited, Potina was tempted to return to Zule and again make love to him. Realizing that everything has happened just as Caz had explained to Qyp, Thylon and Symyn, Potina remembered that there was a Rep named Caz there in Norsun.

Potina turned and there was Caz. Caz took Potina by the hand and led her out of the house and into the Garden of Eland where plants from Eland had been carefully cultivated for centuries. Caz told Potina, "It was important that you now understand your husband."

Potina asked, "He has studied my mind? He can control my mind?"

Caz nodded. "We made use of the telepathic abilities of an Ek'col to anchor you and Tara. But now you understand; although you three are permanently linked, you need not feel bad about spending time away from Zule. You have a special role to play here in Norsun and you must be free to move around. We rep will keep him entertained here at home whenever you and Tara are off attending to your duties."

Potina asked, "Tara and Zule... they are aware of all this?"

"Maybe subconsciously. You were at risk of not going to the Palace, so I had to provide you with some memories from your Tar'tron clone."

"Palace?"

"We Rep maintain both a summer and a winter palace here in Norsun. You will spend most of your life at those places and visiting the border forts.You don't know it yet, but you are quite the warrior. All that hunting on Tar'tron will return dividends here."

Synym's nanite experiment.

"My future is to be a trial of conflict and war?"

"No. Norsun has long practiced a culture of gift giving. The neighboring tribes all appreciate Norsun as a valuable friend, not an enemy. Still, you will pose as a warrior... even if you never have to kill anyone... in battle."

Potina was rather alarmed by the qualifier: in battle. Caz added, "You'll have many interactions with people from other tribes. In some cases, your body will be the vector for spreading deadly viruses. You need not think about that, but don't fool yourself. The peace of Norsum is ensured only by eliminated the psychotic warriors of other tribes who would insist on attacking Norsun.

Next: using AI to illustrate the Mosy Saga.

Coming Soon: Part 5 of the Mosy Saga.

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