Khazal Of Bok Ch 08

"..."

"...Khazal..."

"..."

"...Khazal...wake up..."

Khazal blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to the light. She rolled over and squeezed her eyes shut as she slowly made her way up. "Jinji? Where are we? Have we dropped out of slipstream?"

As Khazal's eyes could finally focus, she could tell she was not on the ship anymore. She made her way up to her feet, and she noticed that there was a soft orange light emanating from the middle of the room. She turned to see a large woman, perhaps eight feet tall, standing there completely nude. She had amazing musculature, as well as fierce glowing orange eyes.

Khazal stumbled back, unsure of what she was looking at. She held up a hand to shield herself. "Please do not destroy me!"

"I have no intention of doing so," the giant woman uttered. Her voice was echoing and otherworldly. "I am so glad to see you had completed the quest."

Khazal squinted. Something about the giant woman seemed familiar. "Are...are you a goddess?"

"I am," she stated.

Khazal panicked. "I have gazed upon you!" She dropped down and pressed her forehead to the floor. "I am not worthy!"

"Child," she began. "You are worthy, as you are one of us."

Khazal dared to look up again. "I do not recognize an orange goddess."

The orange goddess smiled. "You know me well."

Khazal nearly choked. "Mother?" She jumped to her feet. "

Mother!

I..." She gazed at the nude body, then averted her eyes. "Oh my..."

The orange woman gazed down, then laughed heartily. "I sometimes forget about notions of modesty." She lifted an arm, then shrunk down to her normal Boccan size. A white dress materialized around her. "Is this better?"

Khazal got brave and looked again, seeing the woman she vaguely remembered. "Mama!" She sprinted over and grabbed her muscular mother in a bear hug. "Oh, Mama Oola! How is this possible?" She then pulled back. "Is this a trick?"

"No, no trick," Oola calmly assured her daughter. "You were born from my own body."

"But...you died." Khazal touched her mother's muscular arm to be sure she was real. "Auntie Crele said she watched it. You had died bravely in combat."

"This is true," Oola explained. "I had died. My essence was preserved by the goddesses themselves, after they had intervened in the invasion. They had changed me into a goddess." She laughed. "Of course, I had been offered the chance before. I gave it all up to get to see your mother again."

"My goodness," Khazal said under her breath. "You gave up the chance to be a goddess just to be with Mama Groovi. You truly loved her." She thought for a moment. "The artifact! I lost it!"

"The artifact is with us," Oola assured her. "It was put there by the original four goddesses. They foretold your birth."

"How could they know that?" asked Khazal.

"Time is not so linear for us," Oola remarked. "You were sent on a mission to explore new worlds. It was also an evaluation on how you would treat strangers. You will be introduced to many wonderful new powers, and we must ensure they will not be abused."

Khazal gazed at her own hands. "I have powers? I am not special."

"You are," Oola replied. "You are one of us. You were born of my body, but your spirit was the result of the goddesses. You are a

theosdan

—half mortal, half goddess."

Khazal's eyes went wide. "I cannot believe it! Mama Groovi always told me tales of how you insisted I was a gift from the goddesses." She held her head. "I am feeling weak."

Oola steadied her. "Perhaps a refreshing meal and rest will suit you. I can summon a pod."

Part of the wall opened, and the exterior showed a sunset over a gentle temperate biome. The floating pod hovered down just outside of the doorway.

Khazal was helped into the pod. "Do not fear," Oola cautioned Khazal. "You will be able to learn much more after you catch up on your sleep."

Khazal reached out and grabbed Oola in a hug. "I love you, mama." The door closed, and Khazal was lifted up.

Khazal watched as the pod let her soar over the land. There were trees and grasses, as well as gentle rivers. A few modest shelters dotted the land.

The pod landed Khazal next to a modest cabin. Khazal got out and looked around. The air was clean and comforting, and a blue lake was nearby. She then felt her stomach rumble. "Mama was right—I need to eat."

Khazal looked over to the lone table and chair to see a steaming plate of fresh vegetables, a leg of meat, and a large bread roll. There was also a large silver tankard. Khazal ran over and sat in the chair, gorging herself on the meal. After cleaning her plate and downing the tankard of ogwa, she felt groggy. She went into the cabin and laid on the bed. She was out within a few minutes.

Oola was back in the temple where the goddesses resided. She was still in her white dress, contemplating getting to see her daughter again.

Kleeda, the blue and second-most muscular goddess, walked up to Oola. "Oola, you are in your Boccan form. Were you concerned that your daughter would not be able to handle you in your goddess form?"

"No," Oola replied, not looking directly at Kleeda. "I know that my daughter is strong. Her

theosdan

physiology should make her unlike mere mortal Boccans. I reverted to my old Boccan form to make her trust me."

Kleeda placed a hand on Oola's shoulder. "Do you think we will find the other?" asked Oola.

"I do not know," Kleeda replied. "The artifact is still transmitting. She should be able to sense it."

Oola turned to Kleeda and gazed up at her. "I suspect that your desire to create these

theosdana

was carefully considered."

"They could one day be the species that will create a new world," Kleeda went on. "They could very well bring order to a chaotic universe. We can make it happen, Oola."

Oola twisted up her lips. "Our methods need to change. We must be willing to step into the light."

"In due time." Kleeda gave a smile as her eyes glowed brighter. "We will facilitate the evolution of all species." She gave Oola's shoulder a stroke with her hand. "As much as your original form is aesthetically pleasing, it is difficult to see you like this."

Oola gazed down. "Forgive me." She closed her eyes and held out her hands. Oola's dress ripped away and disintegrated around her as her body grew up and out. Her orange skin now glowed with ethereal energy. Her long brown braids grew out down to her backside. She was now as tall as Kleeda, and just as physically impressive.

"You are one of us again," Kleeda said with a bit of cheek. "We have not been intimate in some time."

Oola arched an eyebrow. "I had not anticipated your desire to engage again. I found it enjoyable as well."

Kleeda held out an arm toward the back chamber, and the two of them held hands as they made way into the spacious room. The floor was covered with the usual billowy clouds that could still support the weight of even the goddesses. Oola ran ahead an tiptoed through the clouds as she held out her muscular arms. Kleeda watched as Oola's athletic orange body flexed and stretched.

Kleeda walked out to meet up with Oola. The two of them faced each other, touching fingertips together. "I have had to assume other forms to observe other species," Kleeda said. "The sexuality aspect always confused me. Such an act of aggression—perhaps even seeming like an act of violence to those who might not have experienced it before."

Oola took Kleeda by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. The two of them held onto each other, while Kleeda wrapped her leg around Oola's thick thigh. Oola had a handful of Kleeda's ass as well.

Kleeda pulled away, then jumped away to land on her back and the soft clouds. She put her hand up behind her head and got her legs spread out. Oola took the hint and got down on her knees. She gave Kleeda some gentle rubs on her thighs before going down on her. Goddesses were better able to appreciate the art of lovemaking, and Kleeda was stretching her horizons nicely.

After a few minutes of giving Kleeda a taste, Oola reached down and fiddled herself. Her orange energy cock grew out of her. She got in position and entered Kleeda. The two of them fucked and moaned for a good long time. They had physical enhancements that allowed for extended lovemaking sessions.

They switched up so that Kleeda could ride on top. Oola loved watching Kleeda's blue body working the magic. Kleeda humped her ass up and down to absorb all of the force. Oola was giving her a hand by pounding her hips up to accommodate her.

Oola then had Kleeda get on all fours to get her from behind. Oola loved to hold onto Kleeda's waist as she rammed with the ersatz penis. Oola suddenly wanted a change of scenery, so she raised her arm to alter the view of the chamber. The view had changed to the outer space view of the Abell 2744 galactic cluster. The astronomical view was probably the most beautiful Oola had ever seen.

Oola looked down at Kleeda's thick, corded back. The sheer power of the two of them joining in sexual bliss was pure magic. Oola felt the two of them rising up, suspending in the air. Oola got Kleeda to face her. Kleeda got her legs wide open as Oola penetrated her again. Kleeda kept her hands resting on Oola's broad shoulders as they fucked away.

"Inside of me," Kleeda pleased. "I wish to feel your mystical essence."

Oola gave Kleeda a pleasant fuck for quite some time, then she felt the urgency. The quick pulses of energy simulated ejaculation well. Kleeda tightened up all of her muscles as she felt the warmth inside of her. Oola's energy penis dissipated with the coming as the two of them drifted down to the soft clouds.

The two of them laid there and held each other. "I hope that this sufficiently settles your nerves from meeting your daughter again," Kleeda teased.

Oola laughed as she gave Kleeda a squeeze. "She will discover her true power tomorrow."

Kleeda fiddled herself until her own energy cock began to emerge. She gave Oola a gentle pat to signal that it was her turn.

Several hours later, Khazal woke with the sun rising. She put a hand to her head and blinked several times. Something in her mind told her the sun was not real—it was some projection or illusion to simulate a rising sun in the sky. Maybe no one else living here ever knew that.

She sat up and stretched. Something about the air on this asteroid made her feel more alert, not to mention at peace with herself. Perhaps with her birth mother here, she could finally feel relaxed.

Khazal heard laughter, then a giant splash. She reached over and grabbed a simple white dress, then ran to see what the commotion was. Surely in such an idyllic place there was no need for concern.

Khazal ran out to the grassy meadow out by the blue lake. There were two women splashing and flicking water at each other, cackling wildly without a care in the world. One of them had black and white stripes like a tiger, with black hair. The other was pink-skinned with long blonde hair.

The two of them looked over and noticed Khazal standing on dry land. The pink-skin raised an arm. "Salutations, stranger," she called out. "Where did you come from?"

"Oh, I was...there in the house," Khazal replied as she pointed at the shelter.

The pink-skin laughed. "No! What planet?"

"I am sorry! I am from Bok. My name is Khazal." She was fascinated with staring at their nude bodies. "Where did you come from?"

"My name is Peth," said the pink-skin, "and this is Dromu. She forgets where she is from, but I am from Gamma-4, on the far end of the galactic spiral."

Peth looked so much like a pink-skinned Boccan that she was surprised she said elsewhere. "How do you forget where you come from?" She giggled as she watched the tiger stripes.

"I have been here so long," Dromu replied simply. "I suppose it is no matter now. Do you swim?"

"I am an excellent swimmer," Khazal shouted back. The two other women waved her in, so Khazal decided to be brave and go for it. She stripped off her dress and dove in. Khazal swam up to be with the others.

"Have you been here long?" asked Dromu.

"I just arrived yesterday," Khazal said, leaving out some of the important details. She then felt a hand on her thigh. Khazal felt short of breath.

"Are you all right, Khazal?" Peth touched Khazal's shoulder. "Perhaps you did not get enough rest. Let us go to the shallow part."

The three of them swam near the shore. They stood up in the water as Peth and Dromu surrounded Khazal. Khazal threw an arm around each of them. "You are both so beautiful."

The two of them kissed Khazal's neck. Peth rubbed Khazal's breast. "There is no need to be modest here," Peth whispered into Khazal's ear.

Khazal hung her head back and moaned, but then snapped forward. She got free of the two women and went to put her dress on. "I cannot right now. I must go visit my mother. I will return tonight." A pod came to pick her up. Khazal ran in and sat down, putting a hand to her chest. "Goodness," she sighed.

The pod transported her to the temple. Awaiting her was a woman in a long white dress akin to a toga, wearing a blindfold. "Who goes there?" the blind woman asked.

"Khazal," came the reply. "I am here to see my mother, Oola."

"You may enter," the woman replied.

"Who are you?" asked Khazal.

"The protector," she replied. "My name is Unin Comson Diagothanus."

Khazal gave her the skeptic eye. "How could

you

protect the goddesses?"

The woman chuckled. "

Theosdan

, I vow that I will protect you as I would all of the goddesses. You will learn soon enough of my own abilities. Now please, disrobe."

Khazal clutched at her white dress. "Why must I?"

"We do not show modesty to the goddesses," Unin declared. Khazal decided she had nothing to hide, so she ripped off the dress. She was getting used to public nudity by now.

Khazal ran down the marble stairs toward the thrones. Oola was standing there waiting for her in all her glory, her goddess body glowing orange. She was accompanied by a red figure that Khazal recognized immediately.

"

Melbrik!

" Khazal ran down and dropped to her knees right in front of the crimson goddess, placing her forehead on the cold marble in front of her. "Goddess of Bok, I beseech you to protect us!"

Melbrik, usually the stoic, took a rare delight in the

theosdan

worshipping her. "Arise, child," she said in her ethereal voice. Khazal dutifully got up but was averting her eyes. "You are one of us. You will not be driven mad upon seeing us."

Khazal slowly looked up at the deity. Melbrik was actually smiling at her, and it gave Khazal a sense of calm and wonder.

"We, as in all of the original goddesses, had a hand in your birth," Melbrik explained. "This is why you were able to observe your birth mother in her true form."

Khazal looked up at Oola. "I thought that being Boccan was your true form."

"Perhaps in the past," Oola said. "I have since been made something more. Something better."

"What exactly am I?" asked Khazal. "I'm half-Boccan and half-goddess? I do not see it."

Melbrik tutted. "You have not allowed herself to reveal her true form, Oola?" She raised a hand. "Concentrate, Khazal. Feel as if you wish to express your true self."

Khazal lifted up her hands and closed her eyes. She wished to look like the goddesses before her, so she focused on radiating power from her flesh.

Then the jolt hit. It was not so much pain as it was a rush of excitement. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her skin had become a bright white and shone brightly. A part of her thought she could see a small hint of orange in the energy field. She yelled out and fell back, worried that perhaps she had set herself on fire.

Oola made a small laugh. She flicked her three long braids. "You look beautiful."

Khazal got up from the floor, sheepish for showing such amateurish mistakes right away. She looked up at the two goddesses and smiled. "I feel so alive," she began. "Wait—why am I not as tall as you?"

"The

theosdan

is not a goddess," Melbrik explained. "They are a bridge between the goddess and the mortal. It is our attempt to share our power."

"Share?" Khazal was surprised that goddesses would so readily disperse powers to others. The idea of Melbrik being distant and guarded was well inculcated into the minds of young Boccans.

"It is for another time to discuss," Melbrik cautioned. "You will have much time to consider the choices. In our goddess state, we can live well into the lifespan of habitable planets. The

theosdan

, however, could expect to live a few million years."

"

Millions?

" Khazal balked at the prospect.

"In your current form, of course," Oola said. "This was a fearful concept for me, as well. However, I realized that the opportunity for me was too great to give up. I had died by this time, so the alternative was bleak."

"You will learn much from us," Melbrik promised. "There is time for it, and you will eventually learn how to expand your mind to explore the universe. Logic, natural law, time and space—all will be at your disposal."

Khazal understood well. Her new ethereal form had also enhanced her mental abilities. It was not just that she was growing smarter, but the limits of what knowledge could contain were also coming apparent to her. Her nakedness was not only forgotten but also clear as to why it was needed in front of the others.

"Mother," Khazal began. "Teach me."

They spent a great deal of the day on how to turn on and off her powers. She also learned how to read minds, shield her own, and they worked on flying for a brief time. The amount of joy that Khazal felt was immeasurable.

"You must rest, Khazal," Oola told her. "Being

theosdan

will open new horizons to you, but your Boccan nature must still be cared for."

Khazal turned off her glowing skin, her red Boccan flesh back to normal. Oola had a hover pod come and pick her up. Khazal promised that she would return tomorrow.

Khazal watched as she flew up above the paradise seen below. There were millions of souls down there from different species and strange worlds, all living together in peace and harmony. It was so rare for anyone to want to leave, as Oola was so bold as to want to leave goddesshood for the love of a woman. This resonated so strongly with Khazal, that her own mother was still willing to reject this all just to be with Mama Groovi.

The pod touched down and let Khazal out at her shelter, then lifted off. Khazal went into her humble abode and took off her simple white dress. When she had turned on the light, she was surprised at the two others in her bed. Peth and Dromu woke up and turned to her.

"You two!" Khazal made a mock pout, but was happy to see them both. "You are both impudent little sluts."

Khazal realized she had better not mention about her half-goddess nature as it would be too much of a shock to these gentle creatures. The women simply giggled and pulled the quilt back to invite her into bed. Khazal gladly accepted the invitation, succumbing to her normal Boccan urges.

Khazal climbed into the bed, and both of the alien women were on her. Peth went downtown on Khazal while Khazal sucked on Dromu's tits. Khazal wondered if she would do such rituals when she attained her goddess status, or if she would grow bored of such crude mating rituals. For tonight, she decided to give into desire. The three women made love well into the night.

The next morning, they all went for a swim and shared a hearty breakfast. Khazal loved hearing about the routine that the women undertook each day. She had enough of a memory of her recent adventures to let Peth and Dromu know about where she had gone.

At the temple, Khazal got stripped off as Unin waited, her blindfold still in place. "Do you never get tired of guarding here?" asked Khazal. "What is it you do for fun? For breaking the monotony?"