Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 16:58:43 +1200
From: Arthur <artcart65@vodafone.co.nz>
Subject: Arak IX

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ARAK IX

BY ARTHUR


The Viceroy stood beside his one remaining son, the boy had just passed
into the late stages of puberty, his dark hair was pulled back tightly, his
bright green eyes sparkled like a many facetted diamond, the boys face was
shining with life, his small button nose had a faint smattering of darker
freckles across the bridge, the mouth was small and filled with even white
teeth, the boys body was just now beginning to fill out and the blue skin
tight body suit showed his developing muscles and slim tight body to its
fullest, only the absence of any noticeable gender made him look different
from what a human would appear to be but the Viceroy knew that his last son
was all boy.

For a last time Prince Kallab, last prince of the Arak people, looked out
at his declining planet, the people were slowly dying as the planet, once
verdant and productive, now looked like a desert waste land, nothing now
grew on the planet, the people were dying off and the Prince was the last
born, his Mother had slowly wasted away from the strange disease that had
overtaken the masses when the boy was no more than a small bundle of arms
and legs.

His Father, the Viceroy had put all of the planets best scientists onto the
problem and when no cure could be found they were put to work on developing
all the best genetic devices they could, it had all been put to use in the
developing foetus of his last son and heir, it had become obvious to the
Viceroy that their home was going into melt down, generations of greed and
abuse of the environment had taken its toll on the planet.

Now as Arak IX degraded into a barren lifeless planet, the population was
disappearing rapidly, there was no longer anything to grow and feed any
type of stock for meat, no form of animal roamed freely or could be bred to
feed the population, the last of a race was coming to an end, the Prince
was the last hope of the Arakian people.

Prince Kallab was to leave his home planet for the first and last time;
everything the scientists could develop had been put into this one last
chance at survival of the race, the ship had been an all out attempt to
provide everything the Prince would need to survive a deep space adventure
in search of a new life, it would be his duty, no matter how distasteful
the act would be for the Prince, to renew the Arakian race on another
planet.

The redesigning of his DNA had given his genes a strong dominant strain,
any female he bred with would carry only his genes and very little of the
home females genes would have any influence on the offspring and so the
blood of the Arakian people would not be diluted, his genes had also been
improved so that all off spring would be either twins or triplets and all
would be male except for when he was ready to pass on the responsibility
for breeding to another Prince of his own.

The Arakian culture had always been led only by one dominant male in each
family who could mate with a female, all his offspring were always male
until he felt his age and then another female was born to carry on the
line, each family on the planet worked in the same way and each had it's
own territory, it was only when a family was ready for a change did they
produce a female to be partnered off to another family and therefore renew
the strength of blood.

None of the scientists knew how long the boy would be in the ship or how
long it would take for him to find a new home but all knew there was no
hope for him on the dying home planet, it was only out of duty that the
Prince would have to find females to service and rebuild the people in
another part of the universe.

The ship was a long shiny metal needle, its propulsion system was the best
that could be developed and had the capability to warp space, it was able
to travel through infinite galaxies until the right indications showed a
promising world for the Prince to be awoken from his induced sleep, in all
the time the ship would travel, the Prince would be kept in a state of
suspended animation so that he would not age or his body decay as the ship
sped through the cosmos.

The Viceroy looked down at his son for the last time as the Prince, with
unsteady steps, walked into the small needle ship, he had not even had the
chance to be sexual with another boy and yet he was asked to go out alone
and restart the race with a female of all things, but his duty was beyond
question or personal likes or dislikes, he was the last Prince of Arak IX
and he knew his duty.

Kallab looked out of the small window to where his Father stood alone on
the dock, a small tear fell from his young face as he heard the first low
hum of the power plant start to warm up for lift off, from now until he was
landed on a new planet, everything would be on automatic, he lowered the
face mask and plugged in the life support lines to the side of the stasis
bed and lay down, his last thought, as he began to drift off into darkness,
was the thought of his duty and the loss of all he knew.

Kallab was awoken from his sleep as the ship beeped softly around him, if
it had awoken him it meant that it had found a suitable planet for him to
live on and would have all he needed to survive and for his people to renew
themselves.

Kallab rose from the comfort of the bed and stretched his limbs until all
of them had been well worked and he was ready to look at the readouts and
fine out where he was, first he looked at the control console to see how
long he had been asleep and then where he was, the first readout showed him
he had been travelling for just over 2,400 cycles, the ship had
investigated more than three hundred possible planets in seven hundred
galaxies, they were now in a galaxy marked as 708, it had a bright young
yellow sun and the planet below him was a bright blue and was the third
from the central sun.

There were other planets in this system but only the third one showed any
ability to carry life, Kallab felt the sudden need to empty his bladder,
while he had been in stasis all of his functions had been taken care of by
the ship but now he was awake he felt the sudden need, with a small grunt
he walked gingerly to the side wall and opened the sanitary chute, he then
ran his finger down the almost invisible seam of his suit near his crotch,
next he willed his hidden boyhood to emerge until he had enough to place
comfortably in his hand, the slightly flat head was growing nicely and his
shaft was plump and smooth, Kallab aimed into the chute and let his stream
of warm urine flow into the hole, a small shake and he retracted his
developing boyhood and resealed the suit.

Kallab was now ready to look at what the ship had found for him, opening
all communications channels, he listened to the myriad of sounds from the
planet below, switching to visual, he watched as the torrent of signals
flowed over his screens, most of it seemed to be of a fictional nature and
it took him some time to find what he was looking for.

The planet was well developed, it had communications systems that were
almost comparable with his own peoples, their one draw back was the
apparent need for war as well as the same things that had brought an end to
his own people, greed and a hunger to dominate all around them but the
planet was still a lot younger than his own had been so there maybe still
be some hope for him here.

Kallab checked all the systems for the planets atmosphere and temperature
ranges, he was pleased to see that it was close to his own home world and
that the seasons were also similar, it was a little smaller than his own
planet and its cycles were faster, it would appear that the population
would not live as long his own people but that was probably to the best for
his own species renewal, his genes would make any off spring as long lived
as he was.

Kallab gave the instructions for the ship to go into stealth mode and make
for a landing on the planet, it answered that it would need guidance for
which land mass Kallab wanted to land on as there were five major land
masses as well as two frozen masses, there were also many smaller land
masses that also held people, Kallab watched and waited as the ship
projected the differences in each land mass.

Finally he decided on one of the medium land masses, it was positioned
close to a major mass and was separated from another larger one by a wide
waterway, he looked over the world map and saw how much water the planet
had, it was the one thing that his own world had forever been short of,
this world was by far, a special place in the universe, it had been endowed
with great natural advantages which were very rarely seen on any other
planet.

The ship landed close to a circle of old upright stones that were standing
on a rise in the surrounding country side, it was in the night cycle of the
planet and far off Kallab could see lights twinkling in the darkness,
setting the ship on auto hold, he stepped outside into a slightly chilly
night, the ship behind him hummed into life again and lifted off to hide
behind the planets solitary moon until needed again, it would stay on
station for as long as it could or until it eventually decayed beyond
repair and that would not be for many millennium yet.

Kallab looked around and saw a small walking track that led down the rise
to what appeared to be a larger thoroughfare, in the dark of the night he
could hear the insects of this world chirping and the rustle of other
creatures of the night in the nearby undergrowth, while these sounds were
new and strange he did not feel any fear, after all he was well protected
by his hidden fangs that folded back up into his upper gums, he could bring
them forward when he was threatened and inject his attacker with his deadly
venom, even a full grown animal would not survive his bite if he used its
full potential, he also had his palm smear if he needed it.

It was time to look for the local people and see if he could blend in and
start to look for females, he knew he would have to spend most of his time
travelling and impregnating as many females as he could, it was vital he
produced as many sons as he could before he grew to old to continue, his
future was set out for him and although he would have preferred to have
spent time with other boys and not have to deal with the females, he knew
it was his duty to his long lost people, as distasteful as it might be.

Duncan Wills was whistling softly to himself as he carried the four bottles
of milk to the doorstep of number 41, old Mrs. Crane would be up and
waiting for the delivery, why she rose at 5.30am was beyond him, she was
old and alone, maybe the aged just didn't need the sleep any more now that
they were so close to the end of their life.

Duncan heard a soft pattering of running feet behind him and looked over
his shoulder, he saw, much to his surprise, a young boy of no more than
thirteen dressed in one of those stretch running suits, the boy had a small
black belt around his waist with one of those new fangled radio music
things on it, a very thin wire, almost invisible to the eye, ran up to the
small plug in his ear, Duncan huffed as he thought to himself.

`Kids nowadays, couldn't go five minutes without their damn junk music
blaring in their ears.'

The boy smiled at Duncan, much to his surprise, kids these days had no
respect for their elders but this boy seemed happy and carefree, although
why the boy was out at this hour was beyond his understanding, must be a
real keen runner to be up at this hour, Duncan gave the kid a small nod and
said.

"Ye out early today boy, haven't seen ye around before, ye new in the
village, then?"

Kallab heard the human speak to him and smiled again as he waited for his
translator to find the right language, it sounded like what was called
`English' but the accent was thick and rolling, it made the words hard to
understand, once he had the translation he smiled again and stopped to talk
to the adult in an easier dialect as the translator dictated to him.

"Good morning sir, yes I am new here, where can I find sustenance and
accommodations?"

"Eh, what was that lad?"

Kallab repeated his request, it seemed the human adult had trouble with the
language, slowly a look of understanding dawned on the mans face, just as
he was going to answer the boy, Duncan heard the short tempered voice of
Mrs. Crane behind him.

"Duncan Wills, are you going to deliver my milk or do I have to get the
strap out again, young man?"

Duncan snorted, he was now forty five years old and Mrs. Crane had been his
teacher more than thirty five years ago, but to Mrs. Crane it was like
yesterday, he was still one of her errant students and she would not let
him forget it, as she watched young Wills turn back to answer her,
Mrs. Crane saw the young boy dressed in a blue fancy running suit, children
today had no idea of modesty but, the boy did look healthy and it was good
to see one out so early running and keeping healthy, unlike most of them
today that could not lift their little bums off a seat in front of the
telly.

"Who have you got there, Duncan, he's not one of yours I can see that, is
he a nephew come to visit?"

"Eh, ah no Mrs. Crane, he just appeared a few mins ago."

"Now you stop making new words young Wills, the word is minutes, not mins,
now then if he's not one of yours, then who is he?"

"I don't really know that Mrs. Crane."

"Well find out then, Wills, I can't stand here all day while you daydream."

Duncan could feel his face getting red, the old biddy seemed to always have
a way to rile him up in the mornings, Duncan turned his back on the old
woman and looked at the young boy again.

"Well lad, then where are ye from and what's ye name then?"

"My names Kallab and I am a Prince of Arak IX."

"A prince ye say, well now, I've not met a Prince before and this Arak,
don't recall a village by that name, not close by that is, so how is it
you're way out here alone?"

"I am looking for lodgings, Sir."

Duncan muttered under his breath.

"Lodgings, lodgings, ahh oh yes, ye looking for a place to stay is that
it?"

"Yes Sir, do you know of any?"

"Where's your mum and dad young Prince, aren't ye a bit young to be
wandering around alone?"

"No Sir, they are long gone, there is only me now, I am the last of the
Arakian alive now and it is my duty to find a female and renew my people."

Duncan looked at the young boy with a sceptical look, was he trying to take
the Mickey, this kid was hardly old enough to be out alone let alone be
thinking of girls, Duncan shook his head in wonderment at the thoughts of
kids these days, suddenly he heard the dreaded voice of doom behind him.

"Well young Wills, who is he and what's he doing out here?"

"He says, he's looking for a place to stay, his parents have passed on and
he's alone, he's from some village far away called Arak IX or something,
recons he's some sort of Prince, but you know kids today, Mrs. Crane."

"Aye, I do that, well better tell him to come in and eat, then I can get
ahold of the local plod and tell them when he's been fed, can't have a
sprite like him going around the village looking for trouble, come on
Wills, hand over my milk."

Duncan gave a long suffering sigh into the morning sky and placed the small
wire tray of four bottles on Mrs. Cranes step, he then turned to the boy
and told him what Mrs. Crane had said although Kallab had heard everything
for himself.

Kallab smiled at the ancient looking female and decided to go with her and
hopefully fill his now very empty stomach, maybe she could tell him how to
find the right female for breeding, Kallab watched as the older man walked
away with an empty wire tray and got into a white vehicle full of the same
glass bottles, most were still full of some white liquid, the vehicle
pulled away silently, its electric motor umming quietly in the early
morning silence, only the clinking of the glass bottles disturbed the early
hour.

Kallab walked towards the severe looking old woman, he kept a confident
smile on his young face as she looked him over from head to foot.

"Well then young man, are you ready for some breakfast?"

Kallab continued to smile as his translator told him what the word
`breakfast' meant, once it told him it was a term for food he nodded his
head at the old woman and dutifully followed her inside the small red stone
house. It was a neat and tidy small abode, the old woman had been using a
small wooden cane to help her aged legs move, Kallab, as he had always been
taught, went to help her with the white glass bottles but was rebuffed when
he tried to help .  "I'm not in me grave yet boy; you just sit and let me
get you something to eat, you must be hungry after all that running."

For the first time Kallab realised just how hungry he really was, the
aroma's of the small cooking area were unknown to him but they seemed to
make his stomach come alive as it rumbled with hunger, looking at the old
woman in embarrassment at his unruly digestive system, Kallab thought he
caught a small smile on the woman's face as she turned to a heating bench
and began to put all sorts of strange things into a metal pan.

A short while later and Kallab was looking down at a plate of new and
strange food, there were round tubes of meat cooked to an even brownness,
some yellow and white things that looked like round eyes, next to them was
a small pile of red beans with orange sauce and lastly were three thin
crisp look pieces of another meat, next to the plate were a knife and
another tool with three fingers at the end, Kallab listened to his
translator for the needed information and then set about eating with the
tools while the old woman sat and drank an aromatic broth from a white cup
and chewed on some cooked bread called toast, it was covered with a thin
layer of a yellow paste and another thicker layer of red berries that had
been mashed into another paste like substance.

Kallab watched as the old woman chewed contentedly on the small meal and
watch Kallab as he filled his mouth repeatedly with the hot breakfast she
had cooked for him, it had been a long time since she had had to cook for
her long passed husband, old Mrs. Margret Crane, had always wanted children
but the lord had ordained otherwise and she had turned to teaching to
fulfil her need for young ones, she had been very successful as a teacher
and had watched all the children of the village pass before her stern gaze
at one time or another over the years.

Margret watched the young boy, she found it difficult to put all the pieces
together, where had the boy really come from, he didn't seem the sort to be
any trouble or even cause any trouble, he was respectful and obviously out
of his depth, there was no way she would ever believe his story of being a
long lost Prince, that was just fanciful dreams of young boys, but there
was something intriguing about the boy, Margret decided, that before
turning the boy over to the local plod, she would try to find out more
about him, why not, she was lonely and nothing better to do with her days,
and as she grew older they seemed to move even slower, she long understood
that her reality was that she was just waiting for the end.

Kallab finished the meal and sat back in the wooden chair as the old woman
watched him, somehow Kallab knew she was going to ask more questions, he
decided that he would tell the truth no matter what she asked, if it was
too much for her then there was nothing he could do, some how Kallab felt
safe with this old woman, she had a feeling of safety and understanding
about her.

"I'm going to ask you some question and I expect you to answer only with
the truth, I used to be a teacher and can tell when a boy is lying to me,
do you understand, Kallab?"

"Yes Mrs. Crane, I only tell the truth, it is not in our nature to tell
falsehoods."

"Very well, now then, where do you really come from, I can tell you have no
idea about our country?"

"As I said Mrs. Crane, I am from Arak IX; it is a long way away from here."

"Just how far away?"

"More than 2,400 cycles, I don't know what you call it here."

"Here! You mean, you are not from this planet, don't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Crane."

Kallab watched the old woman's face, while there was a little look of
surprise on the old features, there was also a look of realisation and
understanding.

"I just knew it, you know, Kallab, I have all my long life, thought that we
were not alone in the universe and now you are fulfilling the one dream I
always had, even when I was a small girl, so tell me, what was your world
like, what were your people like?"

Kallab first found it difficult to retell his peoples story, although he
kept some information secret from the old woman, he did relate as much as
he thought she could understand, as he finished his tale, he saw here
watching him like a feral beast, her eyes never leaving his face until he
finished and sat back waiting for the storm to start.

Margret sat and listened to the boy's tale, there was to much sincerity in
his face and his demeanour for it to be lies, with a sudden realisation,
Margret Crane, ex school teacher and widow who was on her last legs, had
found a final cause that would give her remaining years a meaning.

"Tell me Kallab, would you like to stay here with me until you fully
understand about our world?"

"Would I not be too much trouble for one such as your self, Mrs. Crane?"

Margret chuckled softly.

"No dear boy, you would not be too much trouble, I was a teacher as I told
you, I can help you fit into this world until you're old enough to make
your own way, it would give me meaning and my last days would be much
happier with you around, that's if you want to stay."

"It would make me very happy to have your friendship and help, Mrs. Crane,
but won't it look strange to others that know of you?"

"Ah, now there we will have to tell a small white lie, we will tell them
you are a grandson of my dead husband's side of the family, most of the
people in this village would never question my word on that, now what do
you say?"

"I would be honoured by your help; there are perhaps some things I can help
with if you will allow it."

"And what would they be; young Kallab?"

"Well there is the expense you would incur, I have valuables that you may
use and I would deem it an honourable exchange for my learning."

"I do have my pension from the government; it would be enough if we don't
waste it."

Kallab reached behind him to the small concealed pocket in his body suit
and withdrew the soft black clothe bag, the gems inside had been provided
by the ship as a means of exchange on the planet, Kallab held out the small
bag towards the old woman.

"Perhaps these could help, I know I will need new clothes and other things
I am not aware of as yet."

Margret looked at the small bag and with a shaking hand took it and opened
it, as she did so there came a small rattling sound as the bright red gem
stones fell onto the table, there seemed to be more than twenty of the
stones and Margret could not believe her eyes, while she had never been a
rich woman, she did know what rubies the size of these might be worth, with
a shaking voice she replied to Kallab.

"I don't think I need all of these, you should hide them away, if someone
who was not honest saw them they would try to rob you and might also hurt
you."

"Oh, then you better keep them for me, use what you have to, I have plenty
more if I need them, thank you Mrs. Crane, I would really like to be one of
your family."

Margret looked at the young innocent face before her and, with a nod of her
old head, she tucked the small bag of gems into her dressing gown pocket,
she would hide them away for safety later, for now she had to work on the
boys story and see about getting him some more useable clothes, in his body
suit he would stand out like a beacon in the small village, the only worry
she had was about keeping Duncan quiet but she thought she could find a way
to do that.

Four years had passed since Kallab had been fortunate enough to meet and
become a part of Margret Cranes family, she had somehow convinced the ever
vigilant milkman, Duncan Wills, to keep their secret, Kallab had from that
day on, waited patiently on the door step for Duncan to deliver the milk,
both soon became friends and always exchanged stories of their previous
day, to everyone else in the village, Kallab soon became a common fixture
and all thought it was good for old Margret Crane that she had such a nice
and polite grandson to keep her company, and so the time passed.

That morning was to be the turning point in Kallab's future, as he finished
trading pleasantries with Duncan, Kallab thought he heard something from
inside the small house, with a quick `goodbye' he rushed back inside to
find his adopted grandmother Margret slumped on the kitchen floor, as he
knelt beside here she looked up and smiled at him then a long deep sigh
escaped her wrinkled lips and she sank back in his arms and stopped
breathing.

Kallab knew all about death, it was no stranger to him or his long
memories, slowly he lowered her onto the floor and then walked to the
telephone to call the emergency services, Margret had been a great teacher
and had helped Kallab to learn and understand everything he would need to
survive on Earth, Kallab now followed Margret's instructions to the letter.

At the first word of Margret's passing, Duncan Wills had arrived to help
Kallab to do everything that was needed for Margret's last rest, she had
left everything she owned to the young boy and so, Kallab was now a small
land owner, she had also made it possible for him to have all the required
papers to prove his identity, the glint in her eyes as she filled out the
myriad of forms had made both of them laugh and chuckle, too the world at
large, Kallab was now known as, Kallab Crane, a subject of His Majesty King
William of Great Britain and all its colonies, Kallab would laugh along
with grandma Margret that if only the people really knew he was a true
prince, what sort of fun would they have, in all the four years Kallab
spent with Margret Crane, he had his ship continue to search the closer
galaxy for minerals and other valuables, there were many things on Earth he
would need in the future that only riches could buy.

The funeral of Margret Crane was attended by everyone in the village, as
the people came to Kallab to offer their condolences, many thought how
unfortunate the boy was, firstly he had lost his missionary parents in far
off Africa and now his last remaining family had passed away, many also
wondered what he would do now, although they all understood he was now
seventeen and able to take care of himself, he still looked like a young
thirteen year old, many of the older women in the village had offered to
take care of him but, as usual, Kallab had thanked them and told them he
wanted to travel a little after everything had been settled but that he
would keep the small house to return to when he was home-sick.

Finally the day came when he was ready to start his journey, he had
collected a lot of wealth from the ship and, with the help of Margret,
placed a large sum in the local banking system, it was explained away as
proceeds from his dead parents estate, Kallab finally set out on his search
for females to begin to build his people once again.

For five years Kallab travelled all over the world, his youth-full looks
were like a magnet to all types of females and he spent just enough time
with them to do his duty, he would then find a pretext to once again move
on, it was much to the surprise of all the females that they became
pregnant after only one mating with the young lad what was even more of a
surprise to them was the fact that they all had either twins or triplets
and that they all gave birth to healthy babies only seven months after
their affairs with the boy.

No one took notice of the sudden rash of twins and triplets until one day a
statistician from America was roaming through facts and figures as he was
wont to do, when he came across the strange occurrence of the births all
over the world, although it took a while before he found out that they were
spread world wide, after a long investigation, he also found the one common
denominator, a young lad in his early teens had been the Father of them
all, this led to further investigations but by then the new children were
growing rapidly.

On his fact sheet he saw that the new babies were far advanced from any
other children, they were walking at six months, talking coherently at one
year and able to learn and grow faster than others, at three years of age
the boys were all well passed any others and all had similar features and
mannerisms, the sameness was to startling and the statistician informed his
superiors about the uncommon happenings, now the powers were interested and
the hunt began for answers.

The first startling information came from a doctor in America, a set of
triplets had been born but they had trouble determining what sex the babies
were, at first sight they appeared female but on closer inspection their
bones structure was male, after tests and x-rays, the babies proved to be
male although their sex organs were encased inside their bodies but were
fully developed.

Being the type of person they were, doctors began to hunt for similar
babies and, much to their amazement, found that there had been others born
the same way, in a last ditch attempt to label the babies, they decided to
call them hermaphrodites although they still had prominent male organs
developing in the pubis, this also came to the attention of the various
government agencies and so the hunt began again.

It went on for as many years as the hunters could squeeze the money out of
the public purse, but in the end and after much was made of it by various
tabloid news papers, the new sensation died a natural death, the babies
were healthy and well, they grew a little faster and were stable and
intelligent, the many stories died away and the boys grew until they could
travel on their own and then joined with all their brothers at the
Institute in London.

In the five years of his travelling, Kallab estimated he had mated with
well over a thousand females, while the act was distasteful to him it had
served its purpose, he could now begin to search for a true partner or
partners to live with, he had aged slightly over the five years and now
looked to be in his mid teens, to cover his story he took a small house on
the outskirts of London, there he settled down and began the next phase of
the plan.

As he had impregnated each female, he had injected a small amount of his
venom into their shoulder, it was only a minute drop but it carried a
hidden message for the foetus that would be growing inside the host body,
the message was simple and in gene code, when the child reached seven earth
years the code would activate, it would give the boys the message to look
for the Arakian Institute.

Kallab was now in the middle of setting up the Arakian Institute in London,
it was an old warehouse in the docks area on the River Thames, it would be
large enough for all the boys to come too and they would then be taught the
rest of their long history about Arak IX by Kallab himself, the future was
bright for the re-emergence of Arak.

It was another ten years before all the boys had finally been able to
assemble at the Institute, Kallab looked around at the four thousand boys
as they assembled for the first full meeting of the people of Arak, all the
boys looked similar when seen altogether although there were small
differences in each set that they were able to see in each other, some boys
were a little darker skinned than others, some had slightly slanted eyes or
higher cheek bones but all were definitely Arakian.

Kallab, now looking all of nineteen years old, had hung a large blown up
picture of old Margret Cane as the center piece behind the central dais,
this, he told the boys, was their earth mother, the one woman who had made
all of them possible, he told the boys that she was to always be remembered
as a special person and to be held in the highest regard in the new dawn of
the Arakian.

The wealth of Arak was distributed to the boys and they were allowed to go
their own way with the provision that they would all meet twice a year back
at the Institute to keep everyone up to date on what was happening and to
learn more about the downfall of Arak IX, the boys were well into their
puberty now and they were very active, twins often shared the same boy but
the triplets would prefer two or three boys to share, their appetite was
huge and they could easily wear a human boy out in a short time span.

Their innate abilities allowed them to always select a boy who was a little
submissive and delighted in being under one of the exotic boys, they also
like the feelings inside them when one of the boys mounted them, there was
no heavy pushing and shoving, no loud grunting and sweating over them, the
boys had no need for the extra hard work that humans put into their acts.

The Arak way was for the boy to be mounted from behind, what the earth boys
called `doggy style' the Arak boy would then wrap himself over the back of
the boy and carefully nip him on the shoulder with his fangs, the miniscule
amount of venom would allow the boy below to see, hear and feel everything
but he would not be able to move, the Arak boy would then curl his torso
under the boy until he was lined up with the waiting orifice and would then
will his boyhood to extend into the waiting boy, the natural lubrication
made entry easy if a little tight, the Arak penis would then continue to
extend until it was fully inside the boy and reached into the depths of the
boys colon, with a natural ease the Arakian boy would flex his abdominal
muscles making his well buried member to flex and twitch inside, as the
heat built the Arakian would then begin to pulse out his very warm semen,
this could take some time as the Arakian ability to ejaculate was a long
process and took time to fully unload its copious amount.

The boy on the bottom felt every twitch and throb and all he knew was he
was having the best ever sex in his life, many of the earth boys wanted to
return time and time again for the unique experience and the Arakian boys
were only to happy to help, they were after all a very sexual race, it was
like bread and butter to them.

The one thing that made the earth boys want to return was the feeling that
every time they were mounted and the twin or one of the triplets would hold
them around the chest and waist, it was as though the boys had more than
one pair of arms but the boy underneath could not move enough to look down,
his own ejaculations were always monumental, far better than any time he
was with other boys.

It was to be during Kallab's second world tour that things became a little
more difficult and the future of Arak was to be put in jeopardy, during one
breeding, Kallab had been well into his ejaculation when the female had
somehow been able to mover her head a fraction, as she looked down at the
arms holding her, she stiffened and tried to scream, where there were
supposed to be two arms holding her around the waist, there were six, each
fully formed arms but the lower four hands had only two fingers, one pair
held her around her breast, another pair were around her middle torso and
the last pair were holding her lower hips, the two fingers of the last pair
of hands were working on her genital area, as the fear overtook her she
could now understand why it had seemed there were multiple hands fondling
her.

Although no sound came from her throat, Kallab knew that something had
happened, he quickly forced his body to complete the task and then leant
forward and again let his fangs bite into the soft skin by the shoulder of
the female, this time he inserted a little more venom, the female would not
be able to talk or see anymore but apart from that she would be able to
operate normally, this female, Kallab decided would need to be watched
carefully until the babies were born in seven months, once that happened he
would have to take very drastic action to save the babies from her.

After the babies were born came the only time Kallab had to use force and
his palm smear, when the babies had been removed, he had held his right
hand over the nose and mouth of the female and ejected his silken smear
from the small special pores on his palm, on contact with the air it had
solidified and the female had been suffocated under the hard shell of silk,
when she had expired, Kallab had removed the hardened shell and left the
room, the death had been entered in the records of the hospital as unknown,
the babies had been adopted out and were now part of Kallab's great family.

As the years passed and Kallab grew closer to his full age of two hundred
and fifty earth years, his true demeanour became more and more apparent
and, as it did so he was forced to live a more reclusive life, his last son
was given the ability to sire more Arakian boys and was kept close to
Kallab's side.

Kallab now lived under the roof of the Institute, never leaving the
building, in his present and last form he could not afford to be seen out
in public, all his many, many off spring would visit him so that he had his
descendants around him every day, they would look up at his huge body and
acknowledge his mighty feat of having reborn and saved the Arakian from
near disaster and destruction.

Kallab's body was now twice the size of any human, his head was larger and
his two long fangs were permanently exposed, his thick round body with the
wide red stripe down the back and his eight legs with their double hooked
talons were a sight to behold, he was suspended off the floor by his shiny
web as his legs could not carry his enormous weight, Kallab had become a
truly glorious sight for any Arakian youth or spider to aspire to.


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