A New Dawn of Marvels and Sin [Eteru/Richard] [Open to Mods]

Blue eyes woke to a dimly lit room. The only source of light being the morning rays peeking through the blinds. The air was heavy with a musky odor. The source wasn’t hard to pinpoint. She could feel the body heat from the various sleeping bodies around her. The sheets hardly obscure their bare flesh.  Many were stained with dry, bodily fluids on various parts of the body. Even after all this time, this sight never gets old. For a moment she laid there. There wasn’t any rush for her to leave the bed.

Lazily looking around she was quite impressed with the number of patrons of the inn that funneled into the bedroom after a rather lovely night to say the least. All were a myriad of individuals from different species and walks of life. Another thing that remained constant across the years was her mild amusement in how no matter where she goes in creation. There will always be men and women just humanoid enough to have sex with.

A minute of watching succulent breasts rise with the rhythm of their breathing she finally felt like getting up. She was near the edge of the bed so it wasn’t hard to get out of it. Scooting on out she surveyed the floor. Now littered with many articles of clothing. No doubt her own was scattered across it.

Once she retrieved her attire she went to do her hygiene. Stepping into the bathroom she wasn’t surprised to see more sleeping patrons. One was on his side near the toilet. A burly Taurus. He probably passed out after puking his guts. Tilting her head she did hear a heartbeat so he was fine. Going to have a massive hangover. Poor guy.

The shower was taken by three sleeping women up against the shower wall. Considering the empty wine bottle she can take an educated guess that they decided to hang out in the shower to drink the rest of their alcohol. It was rather cute.

She was still going to take a shower. Using her power to keep them asleep. The trio of women would be carried one by one out into the bedroom before being promptly plopped onto the body pile. The shower now free, she took a brisk one.

Once that and her other hygienic maintenance was done, she dressed herself up. It was a rather simple set which is intentional because she knows it’s always best to use clothing she doesn’t mind getting dirty when going to a party. Her black boots were fine. But her black pants and white tank top had stains on them. As expected.

Digging her smartphone out of her pant leg she checked for any alerts. Seeing none she just stuffed it back in her pocket. ’Looks like another day of merriment then. Should check out that museum nearby. Haven’t been there before.’ Walking out of the room and down the stairs. She got herself having breakfast in her stomach before leaving the establishment.

She was greeted with the cool air of Avalantus. Once upon a time it was fresh and pure. The land was green for leagues around. Now it’s buried under the urbanized society that is Avalantus. It wasn’t too bad. They really invested in a lot of eco-friendly technology. That said, they have come a long way since those days. Putting her hands in her pockets she made her way to the place that she thinks is called The Avalantus Museum of Glorious Rebellion.

‘Avalantus. A resilient Tavern World with a truly turbulent history of standing against invaders. Must be nice being part of such a fruitful history.’

A single soul mused mentally as he passed through the bustling streets of the contorting jungle of technology and civilisation, streets filled with a most humbling sight. One that sparked nostalgia in the foreigner.

So many different species. Working together and living to further a worthy creed. An odd one that seemed to harbour an origin of masked ire of outsiders and expansionism… But one that also harboured a compassionate yet distrusting heart. It was something that still existed as this Nebula centred civilisation marched on across the passage of time.

‘Boy… Must we really continue to march across this crowded world?? Why must we be aimless!?’ Spoke a deep and snarled voice, speaking through hissed tones. Speaking in darker moods and annoyance.

‘Leave him be, it isn’t like we have much of a grand purpose to really follow. Let's enjoy looking around!!’ Spoke a much lighter yet still hissed voice. Speaking with more enthusiasm and light.

Ah. The ever ceaseless arguing of his to other parts. Both of them are him. But they possess their own minds, their own thoughts and feelings. Much was his nature as a Hydra. But one he easily dealt with since they weren’t readily visible all the time. The grouchy second head was Xor, the enthusiastic third head was Xyr.

Though they were both correct. It had been only a single month since he had been found in the crashed remains of the Athailian vessel, that lay beneath the surface of a fringe world beyond the border of the nebula, he was stored away on, part of a much earlier exploratory fleet destined to find a new world to colonise to survive the Cosmic Hydra’s onslaught of the Athailian people.

The ones who found him were just witless scavengers, thinking they had come across a massive treasure horde thanks to the fact they had found the enormous stasis housing that contained his True form that was sealed within. Needless to say those poor souls wet themselves collectively and ran away once this frozen kaiju started to quickly thaw out and yawn with its many maws.

It took him quite a few turbulent weeks before he managed to gain the trust of this era’s people so that he could secure passage off world once he proved that he was an Athailian.

‘Our creators lived into this era. And the only news of the Dark Hydra is over a decade old… Should we not reunite with them? Alongside our brothers and sisters?’ Mused Xor, speaking from a point of wanting to be amongst something familiar once more in a very long time.

Xarron gave a small smile as he found himself outside of a museum. He had heard and been told plenty about his creators and the brief sighting and skirmish with the champions of the Destined Hierarchy. He was in no rush to return, this was his chance to search for his own destiny seeing as he was not given any programmed shackles to adhere to. ‘You pine for familiarity too much brother. Take this as an opportunity!’ Retorted Xarron, much to his second head's displeasure. Only getting a huff in return as an argument.

He quickly grew to recognise the stigma that was placed on the Athailian people. It would seem that they have been labled as sex pests and deviants. How odd. He didn;t notice that before he was placed in stasis…

‘Perhaps our creators are shackled to a biological panic attack forcing spikes in breeding cycles?’ Mused Xyr, finding the idea of their creators having a less than grand reputation for being sex pests instead of renouwned warriors very funny as it was sad. ‘You'd think that would do something about it instead of letting this continue… But no. They haven’t done much to quell the prevailing stereotype.’

‘Perhaps they know that it will pass in time. Now that our creators aren’t being plagued with losing worlds in the handful, their heavily developed reproductive drives may now fade with each new generation born in this time of peace.’ Xor seemed to heavily dislike the stained reputation that now surrounded the proud race that created him.

Xarron wasn’t really too sad or angered by it, nor did he find it funny. He just wondered if he could use it to his advantage, or if he should try and pass as another species… Of course despite his Athailian genetics, he did not have the same biological trappings as his creators. This was intentionally designed so that he wouldn’t have a strong desire to breed or have a reproductive cycle at all, with a plan to make him infertile down the road. Though that fell in with the invasion of the Galen system, the Athailian home system. Xarron was nowhere near ready to deploy and left as a half finished prototype. Consequently he has free will, full use of his libido and only a vague desire to fight his ‘father’ one day if the chance ever presents itself.

“Well. Let's see what else this new era has to show us.” Xar would muse under his breath as he took his first steps into the Museum of Glorious Rebellion. A rather lofty name, but this planet did seem to exude quite the familiar atmosphere. ‘Our brother Lyon would love this place… He’d fit right in!’ He was joined by his other heads in a mild and subdued chuckle respectfully for Xyr and Xor.

As always, she had an easy time getting in. She was fairly recognizable. Been a part of the cultural fabric for so long that most people don’t know that she’s technically not an official citizen. The only reason for the guards to be remotely alert about her is the fact she tends to be rather bold when people come onto her. Even in public spaces. Janitors don’t really want to clean after suspicious piles of liquid left behind by a Valorian who got a bit too excited when Arushi cupped her face with her hands. That and not every world is as tolerant as Valai. Stories have it that if you want to find Arushi on that planet, listen to the sound of squealing otters.

It was one of the things she missed about the universal ‘olden world’. A period where public decency and ethique was not yet refined. Every civilization has that at one point or another. Much like on Tombiron for instance. If she had wanted to rut an Anubite woman like a bitch in heat she could darn well could. But as society advances, like all the rest, people must become more civilized.

Don’t get her wrong, she quite liked the civilized world. The conveniences are nice. But a part of her connects to the primal aspect of life. To see the world as one boundless land rather than cut up in imaginary borders. It was a part of the reason why she never swore allegiance to a singular flag beyond mercenary work.

Oh well, she can keep her libido in check. Always have. But if someone wants a taste, well she’s certainly not to turn the offer down depending on how much of a snack they are. At the moment none seem to be interested in that. Fine by her.

Strutting along she found herself in the ‘Expulsion of the Psion Occupation’ section of the museum. Ah, good times. Well not so much for the soon to be Iammelonians but you get her point.

Truth to be told, contrary to what people might believe. She actually hasn't done much in terms of helping the Avalantians resistance against the so-called Scientist-Tyrant. There are accounts of her epic attempt at signally attacking the station in orbit before being shot out of it. Some say that she had the Psion on death's door before he used a cowardly tactic to expel her out of there. Some say that he hid behind a army of slaves, too scared to come out and fight before she got ejected by the system of the station.

It was an amusing case where fiction is often grander than the truth. Because even if she was completely smashed, she knew that none of that happened. Hazily she could remember stumbling around a bit. The Psion was pissed and was ranting in her face. Then he picked her up to promptly yeet her out through the airlock.

She does still feel a tad bad about that. While she’s admittedly irresponsible with her drinking habits. She always makes an effort afterwards to repay any damages she has done. Unfortunately she never got that chance.

There were a few other Psions she met during that Invasion. Some she’s still on ‘speaking’ terms’ with. One of them in fact is someone she goes to Artodeme to have their annual duel. A fun few words to generalize it. It’s pleasant to be in places where she has more room to stretch her limbs.

Getting inside the museum was not much of a hassle, admittedly the museum attendant seemed wary to allow an Athailian for some reason. Almost like they already let someone else with a strong libido in and now had to worry about paying the janitors hush money so they can clean up the potentially disastrous mess that may come from them meeting.

History is always written by those who lived long enough to twist it, the cowards, the generals who sat behind desks while the warriors used their lives to fight for a cause drilled into them in training that may not exist in actual practice.

It was similar wherever you go in the universe. History is written for the benefit of the victor. Very rarely do you see a celebrated history of a humbling defeat. Not unless they are pressured or forced to do so…

And from what the Sin of Survival could tell. This was still more of the same.

‘The hubris of mortal kind is still so perplexing… Their desires to be remembered past their lifespan while living such mundane lives is telling to their incompetence.’ Xor hissed through his teeth while they passed through the many exhibits. He could see the propaganda and zealous nationalism painted in every corner of these exhibits, each designed to sway the minds of the lesser citizens.

“Not everyone can live a full life of merriment and adventure, my brother. For some people, all this is enough. And that isn’t a bad thing.” Xarron says quietly to himself, just enjoying his walk through the historical retellings of this planet. He had to admit, Avalantus was not his first choice of worlds, but the existence of a Superhero headquarters on the planet intrigued him. Little did he know that it was not willing to let people just walk around. He should have considered that. “Everyone needs something to believe in.”

As he continued into the museum he could start to feel the rumbling murmurs within himself. The natural instincts of the 4 lesser heads that lack sentience start to whisper of dangers, someone strong was in here with them.

Xyr seemed excited, hearing the whispered hissing of the lesser heads now amidst a sea of aliens with magical potential meant that someone truly strong was close. Odd that they would speak now. But that could just mean that they only sensed them now that they were close enough. ‘Oh can we go look for the strong person? It could be fun!’

‘Are you insane?! Why would we go looking for some strong individuals?’ Xor interejected, caution heavily weighing his words.

Tempered with both opinions, Xarron knew that he lacked real combat experience but it would be pretty interesting to meet a strong individual. It wouldn’t hurt to at least look right?

‘[b]I have a bad feeling about this…[b]’

Xarron ignored the pessimistic whining of his second head, choosing to believe that he would be fine seeing as his creators were now themselves a protectorate species. It might be fun to explore the Anubite homeworld after this, see what kind of people have taken in his wayward creators. For now though his mind falls to the task of finding the being that is causing the animalistic hissings of his lesser heads trying to warn him of the dangers. But where was the fun in blindly following his instincts?

Soon enough he found himself in the Psion war exhibit, looking through an interesting point in history for this nebula civilization. The invasion of a powerful enslaving force with very few actual ‘Psions’ amongst their vast numbers. Though his facination of the exhibit was being overshadowed by his desire to see that strong individual.

Meanwhile across the section. Arushi found herself crossing paths with a young Valorian. “O-oh! Hi T-There!” Sputtered the shy Valorian. Her eyes flicked to places beside her. Clearly surprised that she was suddenly standing before such a famous woman. The Valroian was appealing to look at. They were rather cute. This once came to her chest. Wore green shorts and a white blouse. A rather innocent choice of clothing. Said innocence was broken by the growing blush in her muzzle and the goofy smile across her face.

Arushi cock a fist on her hips. Looking down at the woman before her. It wasn’t hard to imagine the thoughts running through her head. Her white tank top did little to hide the definitions of her muscles and curves. Plus she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Well met.” She said simply. The corner of her mouth tugged into a soft smirk. “I take it you want something, mmm?”

The Valorian tail wagged more swiftly from the tease. Her hands fidget behind her back. “I saw you in the room and I…” It was clear what she wanted beneath her flustered voice. So many Valorians are disaster lesbians to say the least. Once she entertained a thought jokingly that they would hand over the entirety of Valai over to her on a silver platter just so they could get a taste of her.

It was flattering really to have that sort of attention. Besides, she was not going to say no to some of the benefits. Like in this instance. “Don’t worry, I can tell you’re thirsty. I’ll help quench that for you. Come with me.” The Valorian ears perk up. Her large eyes dilate in excitement. Knowing better to not ask questions she followed when Arushi started to walk elsewhere.

She could tell she was nervous and a bit confused when they stopped in a hallway. A hallway which at the moment has no one walking through. Her heartbeat quickened in her modest chest when she turned to her. Facing her back against a wall.

“Kneel.”

The realization of what they’re about to do and the sheer thrill of it made her spine and tail quiver. Her legs automatically folded beneath her from the sheer dominance in her command. She stared her wide eyes up at her. Arushi tugged down her pants and undergarments a bit.

“Well, go on. Enjoy yourself. Don’t take too long, who knows when someone may come down through her. It’s fortunate that this hallway is out of the sight of the cameras.” The Valroian didn’t need to be told twice. The sheer nature of what they’re doing was stoking a blaze in her core. With hunger in her eyes she leaned forward. Stucking her muzzle between her lovingly toned thighs to put her tongue to use.

Arushi let out a breath of content. Placing a hand on the Valorian head. Stroking it and massaging her ears. “Good girl, that’s it. Such a good girl aren’t you? So good with your tongue. Although that’s a given with your kind. Mmm, that’s it. You’re doing very well.” She was already nearing a release. Leave it to a Valorian to have the skill to make another woman orgasm with their tongue in hardly any time.

She glided her hand to the back of her head to hold her in place. Putting pressure to make her muzzle flush against her flesh. “I’m going to come. Get ready to take a drink.” The Valorian tail was vigorously wagging now. With the final flick of the tongue a hiss left her lips as she felt the rush of endorphins. She could hear the Valorian eagerly swallowing every drop of her female juices. “Good girl, swallow it all.”

Arushi stepped away from the now panting Valorian. “Stick with me, best to compose yourself and go on your way. Have fun telling your friends all about it.” She scooted her pants back up. The Valorian nodded while throwing out thanks as she stood up as well. The two went their separate ways. Arushi could the Valorian practically skipping. A snort left her. What a bunch of cute dorks. Now where was she again? Ah that’s right she was going to see that Psion skeleton near here.

The Alien hydra had to admit to themselves, they have borne witness to many things in their short time back amongst the waking world. And while they knew that his people got the short straw for being known as horny, new ideas started to fill their minds.

‘These people have alot of cheek to call out people horny and get off in a museum hallway.’ Mused Xyr, granted he wasn’t against it. The whole thing was pretty hot. But he called bullshit on the label his creators were getting now. Meanwhile Xor was wondering what the hell the Athailian’s were doing to get labeled as sex pests and horny deviants.

Where were they in this? Oh they had rounded a corner while he was tracking the strong person, in this case Arushi, before he caught sight of a thirsty otter drinking from the tap as it were.

Bewildered. Shocked. And more than a little aroused he came to a conclusion. “I totally get why our creators are horny, this civilization is freaky in a good way.”

‘Please tell me we’re leaving now that you are a strong person.’

“Oh nuh uh.”

‘W h y ?’

“Cause, big ladies make neurons fire in pleasant patterns.” Was all Xarron had to say as he started to walk on. Much to the groaning of his second head. Lamenting that Xarron was only listening to his eighth ‘head’ as it were.

‘You do realise we say her with a member of the same sex, right?’

“That's hot.”

‘YEAH!’

‘She won’t even be interested in us.’

Xarron just chuckled to himself under his breath, completely undeterred from this as he continued walking. “One word my dear brother. Polymorph. This body is like clay in our hands. And gender is a non-issue for us. Plus! You have zero idea about her, the same as the rest of us.”

Xor grumbled away, arguing with dumb and dumber for much longer may make him blow a fuse. So. He had no choice but to indulge in idiocy, because a division of interests would be ruinous for them. ‘Fine… But can we please not go into this for degenerate reasons?’

Giddy silence was all he was met with.

Soon enough he found himself back at the Psion focussed exhibit, featuring what he was pretty sure was a fake Psion skeleton… There was no way they would leave an actual one out here… Right? “All it would take is for some curious Athailian to touch those bones to become a hybrid Psion…If these are real.” He didn’t even bother to keep his voice down this time around. Choosing to open a potential conversation with the big lady.

Arushi went the room in which the Psion’s bones were presented, the exhibit on the "Scientist-Tyrant Tulam'Run" is a centerpiece exhibit. Huh, she should have figured that it was. He was the only Psion on Avalantus right? Or were there more? It felt like there were two. She can recall that statue of a Psion not far from here. They sell those ‘Psion Beaters’ near it. It was rather cute to see the youngins play around with them.

Sauntering in, she could see the skeleton. It towered over most people in the room. Looking at it she could definitely feel a familiarity with it. Must be the Psion she met way back when. It was rather somber. No matter the person, it was always a whiplash when you see someone alive and the next time you see them, they are nothing but bones. Dead.

It was a bit of a shame too. She never really did repay the damages even if he was oppressing the populace below. That was just how she is. Aaah, oh well. It’s all in the past now. Lazily looking around she could see that the room was sparsely populated by a handful of people. There was one person that felt strange who was standing rather close to the skeleton.

The skeleton was on full display. While there was a barrier around it, it was only waist high. Unlike some of the other exhibits, it was not encased in glass. All he would need to do is extend his arm to grab the skeletal arm of the Psion. There was a glint in his eye that told her what he was thinking.

She kept quiet. Wishing to see the vibe check to occur. Sure, she could stop him. But she’s a woman who enjoys excitement. To experience things that don’t normally happen. In a way, she might as well be mentally egging him on to try it.

Xarron looked up to the large and imposing skeleton of the Psion Tyrant who onced ruled over this planet long ago, apparently he was a brilliant scientist… Sounds like a good backstory to have for an alien son who goes on to beat an evil space emperor.

He stood closer than most of the others in the room, it was large enough that he could see the skeleton from the back of the room. But he wanted to get a better look… That. And there was this niggling desire in the back of his head.

‘You realise that we cannot evolve correctly? Our creators removed that part of our biology.’

Xarron just gave a soft smile as he looked at the ancient bones, trying to recreate the living thing in front of him in his mind and thinking of how it would move, how it would fight. Whatever this Psion creature is, it was most certainly powerful. But look at it now. If these people didn’t care enough to preserve them, then these bones would be nothing more than dust in the wind. “My dear brother. It isn’t about evolution. I’m merely humbled, even a mighty creature like these Psions can die, what hope does the Dark One have?”

‘To be fair, we had the luxury of being frozen for most of the time.’ Xyr chimes in quickly.

‘And if we fought this Psion we would be mulch before we would have a chance to go back to our original size and fight him. Not that we would likely win.’ Xor eagerly jumps in.

Seconds of conflicted feelings pass in silence for the Hydra. Again the pair of them were right. Just looking at these ancient remains he can only fathom the real strength and power it must have wielded.

He looked out at the bones right in front of him, but his eyes climbed up to the skull of the Psion instead. “Get me the skull please, Xyr.” From his back arose a long serpentine creature with yellow glowing eyes and glyphs shining against the abyssal scales that covered it. The abyssal serpent whipped up, prying the large skull from the supporting cables before it was hefted into his hands.

He had to brace himself as the skull was placed in his hands, his knees almost giving but he chuckled as he found his feet and lifted it without worry. Feeling the weight of this large skull only made his decision more real. Whoever this creature was, to support an imposing stature and bone structure like this would require some powerful muscles, organs, even this skull would have held a brain the size of his head. That feat alone wasn’t terribly impressive though. To be able to rule over a planet effectively, efficiently… He wondered how complex a Psion’s brain was.

‘The people don’t appear to be happy that you took that.’ Xor was eager to point out. While he didn;t particularly worry for the common folk around them, flies easily swatted. But law enforcement was likely a different story seeing as they are unarmed and unarmoured.

“Displaying the bones of their enemies like a prize when they did not claim it. They didn’t even fashion these bones into proper trophies. Yet they are upset? How shameless is this nebula?”

‘Debate the sensibilities of making your enemy into a historical exhibit later!’

“I only wanted a look.”

‘You could see it just fine. You wanted to rile these people up while doing some ‘measuring’ of your own.’

“And I have been found wanting. I admit I would lose to this creature as I am now.” He says while trying to hide the fact that his lips were curling into a smirk, trying to be humble. “But I think I could beat one given time.” He starts to put the skull back, having Xyr help him since he can't reach up that high.