The Adventures of White Star [Neysha and TheVillain]
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				Title: <strong>The Adventures of White Star [Neysha and TheVillain]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-08-2014, 06:44:19</strong>
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				<em>Universe-616<br>Shi'ar Empire<br>Cyrane Om'ir Star System<br>Planet Tyrl'sart</em><br><br>The real name of their species and their planet was actually a precise series of smells in specific orders, but since the Shi'ar came they've had to make a few changes and adaptations. Well, that was a nice name for it. The Shi'ar were conquerors of their people - rulers that established themselves on their world by fire and bloodshed.<br><br>But the War was 1,200 years ago. The wounds will probably never heal completely but they have healed much and the Shi'ar had been relatively kind in their rule as such things can go. Kinder then they would be if the situation was reversed, admittedly. So they will grumble of course, but the Mephitisoids can't really do anything about it and admittedly things could be worse.<br><br>The Mephitisoids, the name given to them by the Shi'ar for the benefit of outsiders, actually want for very little. The Shi'ar are content for the most part to leave much of their lives and culture alone - as long as they follow Shi'ar law on top of that. Most of the laws were not so bad, granted - no more harsh then their own. Really, there was only one set of laws that really ruffled the tail fur of the black-and-white furred Mephitisoids. They were a space-faring race before the Shi'ar, they had an empire of their own - but since the Shi'ar came as conquerors Space was denied them. Females were allowed short trips in tune with their menstrual cycles while males were barred from leaving Tyrl'sart at all.<br><br>The worst part was that the Shi'ar were praised for it throughout the galaxy. Stories of Mephitisoids using their scents and pheromones not only to communicate with each other but to pollute the minds of other beings around them still haunt the space ways to this day. It's Shi'ar wisdom and mercy, letting the Mephitisoids live in peace and protection as long as they stay on their home planet while they defend the rest of the galaxy from the corrupting menace. It was insulting, a paranoid reaction to some basic facts of biology but it was how things were.<br><br>A visitor to Tyrl'sart, the few and closely watched that the Shi'ar allow, would in time notice two things. Or more accurately, they would notice two things the Mephitisoids seem to lack. Usually the first thing they notice is how quiet it is. Oh sure, when a Mephitisoid talks to a visitor they speak textbook, if accented, Shi'ar - Common, High, and Low as the situation arises even. But they never seem to speak among themselves. They read, they write, the understand - but among themselves they seem to never speak. The Mephitisoids also seem to lack something else as well, Men. It might not be immediately obvious but once it's noticed it's clear - one can spend an entire day in a busy marketplace and not see a single male Mephitisoid. When the Shi'ar first conquered their world the Shi'ar overlords spoke of worries of a sort of reverse sexism where males were hidden away or worse killed as infants but the discovered truth, while less sinister, was more bizarre. Mephitisoids just don't need as many males - simple evolution and environmental pressures dictated that only about 1 in every 2,000 Mephitisoids were born Male.<br><br>The reason why for both of these strange deficiencies is recorded by the Shi'ar as the same reason, incredibly enough. A byproduct of the strange path Evolution has taken for their species. While biologists among the Shi'ar have spent whole careers studying it, it was said best by a visiting X-Man in one of those strange events when the Terran Mutants aid the Empire. Mephitisoids are like any other humanoid race in the galaxy, except their common ancestor wasn't something normal like a Bird for the Shi'ar or interesting but workable like a Monkey like the Humans. Mephitisoids, as so charmingly put by the X-Men, evolved from something more like a Skunk from their home world.<br><br>Which actually explains everything, when you think about it. They don't speak among themselves, because how they evolved means that for most conversations it's more efficient to communicate by Smell then by Sound. A bit of pheromone here, a bit of fear scents there and you'd be surprised what you can say. Smell based communication also means that some kinds of conversations were more efficient, to the point that the Mephitisoids just don't need very many males to properly propagate the species. The ratios vary depending on how hard their lives are but how any males and how common multiple births are usually get lower depending on how easy life is. Modern Mephitisoids just don't need very many as a result.<br><br>Case and point, off the southern continent and under the orange skies a boat floats with the currents with a smaller, sportier craft tied to it - the occupants deep in the boat distracting themselves. Not a word had been spoken vocally between the two Mephitisoids inside, simply no need. The occupants, their real names an incomprehensible series of smells to most other species but known in Shi'ar documents as Soho and W'Sar, mate energetically below decks and full the craft with the sounds of moans and scents of passion. The remnants of their previous conversation as scents in the air could still be perceived faintly if you really tried to find it and had the Mephitisoid nose.<br><br><em>I saw your distress call on the information net. Do you need help?<br><br>Yes, but I wasn't expecting an answer from a healthy male. My name is [Soho].<br><br>My name is [W'Sar], and building/working things is&nbsp; a hobby of mine. I'd be happy to take a look, and I find you attractive as well.<br><br>Would you like to mate afterwords?</em><br><br>That was maybe an hour ago, and it only took a few minutes to fix the issue. And it only took W'Sar that long because he had to improvise a part. Now the wave of smells coming from the sleeping quarters told something different.<br><br><em>You are an incredible mating partner.<br><br>I am nearing my own completion, where do you want my semen?<br><br>I'd gladly carry your young, [W'Sar]. Just hold on a little while longer.</em><br><br>A loud call of passion fills the boat then as Soho and W'Sar can't help themselves. Soho crested and it pushed W'Sar over, the mated pair finishing together as the waves splash against the side of the vessels for their efforts. W'Sar grins widely as he comes down of course, kissing Soho'd neck as he does it to sort of sign his work.<br><br>He notices his wetsuit and commlink afterword, looks like he has a message considered high priority. He'll check it, and he tells himself he will soon - as soon as he catches his breath. He goes to check it anyway, still sweaty and covered with effort and sex - confidence will do that to a male and nothing boosts confidence like a well seeded female under him.
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