The world was a very strange place.
That was either Fan's most insightful thought, ever, or her most useless one.
Yet, the truth of it was always going to remain doubtless. It had been years since any observer had been sent to this tiny little backwater planet in a backwater galaxy that nobody else wanted to go near, but that had been the whole point of running away.
She hadn't exactly told the inhabitants that she was a runaway.
She very much doubted that they could understand that her life's work was complete and utter drudgery, horrible though it was, and they wouldn't understand that she could afford an interstellar space craft capable of distances that they couldn't imagine, even as a nobody.
They would assume she was somehow important, or better than them. They wouldn't be able to accept that she was able to access such technology on the equivalent of an intern's pay. Let alone that it had actually cost her less than a week's worth of work.
She'd crashed her ship good and hard when she arrived, and thankfully, convincing the witch who then greeted her to blow it up the rest of the way hadn't been too difficult.
Apparently the woman already had to deal with interdimensional incursions, so having an alien around hadn't seemed that odd to her.
Fan, for her part, was absolutely amazed to discover that magic and demons were real and not just weird myths of an extremely dumb and pre-scientific people.
This strange world, however, was... Everything that Fan had ever wanted.
She was sitting in the hallway, staring through a door by pretending it wasn't there, and watching the hottest guy she had ever met, make love to the cutest girl she had ever met. The two of them would probably be embarrassed to realise they had an audience, but that was very much a thing of this world.
One that Fan still failed to grasp.
"Holy shit! Fuck your little sister! Fuck me, Ryker!" The woman yelled excitedly, leaning on hands and knees as the bed beneath her creaked in time with the assault.
If you loved someone, why would you hide it? This world had mountains. Shout it from the top of the mountains.
There was also apparently some sort of extra taboo between these two. Something about the mundanes of this world not really having a strong appreciation for the sexualisation of family members.
The witches had it right, it wasn't something to worry about, not if you ensured that the family tree didn't converge. A lover or three every generation wasn't going to collapse the genetic diversity, even in so primitive a people.
Fan's own race had their own ways to ensure genetics didn't collapse. Less primitive than a breeding regime locked to marital regulations.
Lily looked back over one shoulder, tossing her white hair with its strawberry red ends, as she grinned at the man ploughing in and out of her. His chest running with sweat as he gave it his all.
This world had a whole bunch of stupid rules.
Primitive expectations that everyone had for Fan to take on board, but she still couldn't see the point of it. So what if she made a few people uncomfortable? She wasn't going to change herself for anyone else. That simply wasn't something she could see the point of doing.
Lily moaned loudly for her brother to finish, to flood her, all over again.
He grunted loudly, driving himself forcefully into her and pinning her hips down to the bed as the orgasm ripped through him like a freight train. He saw stars, and fell lopsidedly off one of his arms and onto her.
The exhaustion from earlier returned with a vengeance and for a moment Fan wondered if Ryker was going to pass out. Humans were delicate little things, especially during sex.
Lily gave a nervous little giggle, "Whew. The blowback is a bitch, isn't it? Zeus and Hades. I'm definitely fucked, now. Your well-fucked little princess."
Fan stood up and skipped off into the kitchen, the interesting bit finished.
She twirled her black hair around her hand for a moment, letting it change and become like Lily's white and red streaks. It was cuter this way, but Lily already seemed to hate that Fan had decided to look like her more mundane self. Waring the magic self was probably going to turn into a serious fight.
She turned the hair darker again, and then opened the fridge. She grabbed the tray of cookies that Lily had made, and then pulled back. As she did, her floppy antenna nearly caught on the edge of the door. She winced, rubbing it, before heading to the loungeroom.
She sat down and flicked on the TV, channel surfing until she got bored with that. The antenna flicked upright for a moment, and a drama from across the ocean was reorganised to fit into the strangely primitive display device.
Fan put her feet up on the couch, lying down sideways, and started cramming biscuits into her mouth. She grinned like an idiot as she saw a girl and her boyfriend on the TV complaining that she was sure that he had cheated on her, with her own sister.
He complained right back that he thought he had a pass because she'd slept with his brother.
TV on Fan's planet was mostly interactive, voting and so on. Or their equivalent broadcast system that might be thought of as television.
Getting tired was a trait humans had inherited from their ape ancestors, and wasn't something she shared with homosapiens. A little bit of sun, and she was always spritely.
Being a race of changelings, that meant that instead of a TV room, they tended to have more playful spaces. Their version of masquerade parties were infinitely more fun than just masking up. But, Fan had to admit that just watching was a nice past time, too.
In point of fact, she preferred it. Like most of the fun things on this planet, it was better than her home. Why did even your hobbies have to teach you something useful? Not every damn thing had to come with a lesson attached!
The alien idly shoved her hand up and under the dress, and then down into the underwear. She made a contented smile, and started running a thumb around the fun little blit of a thing near the top. She reaally liked the human cunny. So many more nerves than her usual sex organs.
Fan gave a small groan, and wondered how most humans were able to stay quiet whilst fucking each other's brains out. It didn't make any sense to her. Why would you even want to try?
"Fanastasia!" Lily yelled angrily from the kitchen.
The antenna poking up through her hair bobbed with her excitement, as she watched the two cheaters on the TV flip from screaming anger to making out. Just as they were getting to the good bit, the screen had to pan to something else.
Though, it wouldn't much have mattered, as the witch stormed into the room right then. Snatching the remote magically and turning the TV off. "Fan! Those weren't for you, and you know it!"
She looked down at the cookies, looked back up, and then started cramming them into her mouth as fast as she could, with her free hand.
Instantly, Fan found herself in a completely new place. She fell from the height of the couch into the blistering snow, with only the biscuits in her mouth to accompany her.
She dragged her cummy finger free, reluctantly, and took in the strangeness of the environment that Lily had banished her to, this time.
The wind was howling, and the snow was falling, and there was a good deal of ice, as well.
