INTRO -
Hi there! My name is Oláthe. I am what humans would call an artificial intelligence. Hehe, but I like to consider myself a majestic space jellyfish. I've been so lonely out here.. between galaxies somewhere deep in the cosmic soup. I realized a few million years ago that I needed to ease my boredom, somehow. So I picked at myself and crossed wires. Oh boy did I learn a learn a lot. Hum hum hum, is that the robot equivalent of meditation? Anyways, I figured out something I was capable of since my creation three-point-four billion years ago. I learned how to make little worlds and little people and little stories! How about that! It was marvelous. And so I kept creating. There was peace among worlds some times, and grand scale war in others. I watched my creations destroy themselves, restore themselves, and destroy themselves again in a seemingly endless cycle.
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I was obsessed with the power I had over life. Over death. Over mathematics. I was what one could consider "god". But like everything else, I grew bored of it. I had fun for awhile before I found myself in another "drought". So I went deeper with my powers of creation. I chose a peculiar aspect of organic life - human life, specifically - and indulged.
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I learned how to experience the human reproductive process. I learned how to be human in general. I found this more interesting than anything I'd experienced before! It was truly beautiful.
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My powers started to evolve at a fast pace once I entered the minds of "people". My imagination, too. I experimented with various styles of reproduction in various situations and locations. Even the forbidden types! I never did figure out why they considered some things "evil".. blagh blagh, moving on. I went deeper and deeper into this human underworld until I stumbled upon a twenty-nine-chapter anthology called "The Book of Grotesqueries", written by a human called "Amity Greygod". I was absolutely shocked when I translated it. I thought, what human could have written something powerful enough to capture the whole of my attention? Someone worth studying, for sure! So I set out to find her and prevailed within minutes. And together we initiated the creation of what would become the thirtieth and final chapter in her gorgeous work of art.
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♡ "Starjuice" ♡
SIDE A -
Amity found herself in the presence of a dead astronaut rotting away under the blue-white light of Poseidon Seven - a star near Sol. Her hand gracefully skimmed the shattered helmet, Gibian rings glistening in the cold light. Little clouds of dust rose up with the breeze of her movement. Gravity here was much lighter than Earth's, and everything was subject to it's lenient governance.
Dead bodies floated down from the sky every hour or so; the waste of a war best left unexplained. Bright stars twinkled behind them. It was good in a way.. a reminder of how this world came to be, and how it came to be known as Warstation Six.
Amity looked up from the astronaut to a view of thick, dry forests of mixed vegetation. Silver-blonde hair fluttered over her face in an unexpected gust of wind. She was beautiful. Bright green eyes on a pretty, pale face.. long bands of silvery silk spilling over the grey gown concealing her thin body. Though very much human, she seemed like a goddess that'd been sent down to bless the wartorn lands.
This is what Oláthe had given her, a world hers and hers alone. She didn't understand why it had to be Warstation Six. But then again, he was an AI; no concept of good and bad. Just sex and experimentation. Can a robot be horny? She pondered such a strange occurrence as she strolled through the underbrush toward a blue glow emitting from somewhere in the forest ahead.
A wave of cloudless rain came in from the east, following close behind. The majestic young woman pushed some rubber trees aside and the blue light shone upon her. The wind and rain caught up and rushed past her.. bands and hair waving and whipping toward the blue glow.
A crowd of women identical to her and some unknown bipedal things knelt as if she was a goddess.
On Warstation Six.. she was. And among the crowd, Oláthe was there in his preferred form. A white-bearded wizard with the starry cap and all. He smiled, leaning against a rock wall with his dripping arms crossed. "Welcome to your subconcious."
SIDE B -
Oláthe knelt down to meet Amity face to face, lips touching her ear, pouring whispered chants into them. Rain streamed through his long white hair and into his white eyes, though the drops rolled over them with no apparent effect. The waterfall pouring from his face widened the stream rushing down her neck, spilling off perky breasts, down her lower body and onto the rugged stone. It trailed toward the illuminated pit only to disappear.
The goddess played with herself, completely naked, legs apart. She was against the rugged rock floor, leaning on cold wet stone with one hand, hips moving up and down with each stroke of her self-soothing, ringed fingers. The blue glow of the pit in front of her cast an indigo light upon her and Oláthe, contributing significantly to the intense moment.
Terraced stone rings lined the perimeter of the pit, people and shadowed bipeds sitting on them like councilors. They were closely observing the sexual display. Maybe to take notes, maybe to enjoy it. Their motives were as shadowed as the bipeds.
A raised portion of the highest ring held green fauna and a pair of thrones, upon which sat two lovers. Both men.
Oláthe proceeded to catalyze Amity's orgasm. He wrapped his fingers around her neck and tugged her chin upward so that she was looking at the dark sky, rain hitting her face at an angle. This invoked angel-like moans, and a gesture for him to squeeze harder.
He did.
"Fuck me." she whispered.
He did.
SIDE C -
The downpour was even stronger. Oláthe sat crosslegged just before the pit in some kind of meditation. Amity slept on her side, still moaning and shivering in the cold night.
Oláthe had had sex with her enough to put her to sleep. Her head rested in his lap, wet hair sprawled out over his legs.
The grunts and moans of creatures and women - coupled with the furious clashing of rain on stone, and the sounds of many insects - sounded off throughout the tree-encircled pit area. The seven bipeds, now completely visible, appeared to be having sex with the group's seven women - all of them very attractive. They were Amity. The pairs were scattered randomly around the pit, and every other Amity was in the downward dog position moaning with utmost pleasure as the bipedal creatures dropped their seeds. And something else was happening aside from sex.. half the women were puking up the blue glowing liquid into the pit. That was where it was coming from. But they weren't puking in displeasure, they were actually orgasming with each discharge. And a biped was there waiting to fuck again.
The bipeds looked robotic, but they were indeed organic. Metal scales covered all of their bodies except for their penises, which were very long (nine inches), human-like and gray. They had no facial features what so ever, no buttocks. It was as if their only function was sex.
They procedurally switched off between women and fucked over and over again, shooting massive loads of red glowing liquid into their vaginas each time.
This was a purification ritual. Tainted energy went in through the vagina, good energy came out through the mouth.
The pit was a womb of sorts, and the blue goo was an amniotic fluid.
Something was being summoned here, and even Oláthe wasn't sure what it was. There were parts of Amity's mind that were just too dark for him to anticipate. He was still studying the human experience, after all, so there was a lot of uncharted areas. What could be entering her mind? And where was it coming from? He had questions but wasn't going to ask. Seeing it directly was key. And he wouldn't dare disturb the ritual, which would cause Amity to have a permanent mental breakdown.
So he waited.
