Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 02:50:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Wombat <bungala_wombat@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: 'The Old Valley Road Hotel #59' {Wombat} ( MM SciFi Anal Size Musc Biker ) [ 59 ! ?? ]
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The Old Valley Road Hotel.
By Wombat.
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Chapter 6 part 4: Christmas Day.
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Part 59: Mars
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"Have you ever been to Mars?" Pan asked Scott.
At first Scott thought he had misheard Pan. It was the first time he
had heard his deep mellifluous voice. He thought Pan was referring to
Myers, the chain of department stores. He checked telepathically with
Pan and understood that Pan was referring to the planet Mars.
He laughed. The memories of when he was a six-year-old boy surged
into his mind. He and his family had gone on a holiday in Melbourne.
They were staying with Uncle Malcolm and his family when his uncle was
studying at Monash University after his playing career in rugby league
had finished.
Scott's mother had announced that she was going on an expedition to
Myers, the big department store in the City of Melbourne. Scott
misheard her. He thought she said that she was going to Mars. He
begged and pleaded with his mother to let him go with her and she had
consented.
They caught the suburban train into the city. Scott had thought that
was a rather ordinary start to a great adventure to another planet.
They caught a tram up Swanston Street from the Flinders Street Railway
station, got off at Bourke Street and walked up to the Myer department
store. Inside the store, his mother started shopping. Scott trudged
around after her carrying some of the bags and parcels of the items
that she had bought.
After a while he asked her when they were going to Mars. She replied
that they were in Myers. She had gone to Myers for a shopping
expedition. Scott was very disappointed. He was near tears. His
mother hugged him and laughed at Scott's mistake. She said that he
was her dear sweet little boy and she loved him very much. She said
that nobody could go to the planet Mars. There were no spacecraft
able to travel the distance yet. Scott laughed with her through his
tears.
Afterwards he had trudged around after her carrying some of her
parcels and trying not to show his boredom too much. She had then
treated Scott to a slap-up lunch followed by an enormous raspberry
ice-cream sundae with a cherry on top at the Myers cafeteria.
Pan and Derek picked up his memories. They were amused.
Scott replied that he had not been to Mars.
Pan looked at Derek. He reverted to telepathy.
Pan: << You two have been fucking about too much. >>
Both Scott and Derek grinned.
Derek: << Mind you, Pan, it took Hal a while to get around to taking
me to Mars. As you put so delightfully, he and I were 'fucking about
too much' too. >>
Pan: << There's something there I really would like to show you,
Scott. Derek knows what I mean. He's already seen it. Let's go. >>
The three flew up out of the backyard straight up until they were
above Earth's atmosphere. They paused a few minutes and admired the
beauty of Planet Earth that they all called Home.
Derek pointed out to Scott the orange-red point of light that was Mars
hanging in the inky star-speckled blackness of space.
Scott accelerated as fast as he could towards the planet. Quickly he
reached a tremendous speed. He intended to crash into Mars and see
how big a crater he could make.
<< STOP!! >>
Pan's telepathic shout echoed in Scott's brain. At the same time
Scott caught Derek's anxiety. He realised that the other two had
caught up with him.
Scott: <+ ?? +>
Pan: << Stop now, Scott. At that speed you'll shatter the whole
planet into pieces. >>
Scott slowed down and stopped. He hung in space above the red-brown
ochre-coloured surface of Mars. Derek passed to him the information
that his speed was so great that that it was only an infinitesimal
fraction less than the speed of light. Scott's relativistic mass-
energy was so high that he would have destroyed the planet. The
impact of his superhuman body on Mars would have been equivalent to
that of a planet with the mass of Mercury. Scott was surprised. The
knowledge of physics that he had gained at school was minimal.
Pan: << There's something on Mars that I want to show you, something
that is very important for the human race. >>
Exactly what, he would not let on. He and Derek were in a conspiracy
to keep Scott in suspense.
Pan: << Can you see anything unusual? Use your eyes in telescopic
mode. >>
Scott: << OK. >>
He scanned the surface with his telescopic vision.
Scott: << Still can't see anything but hills, mountains, valleys,
plains and craters and things. What am I supposed to see? >>
Pan grinned gleefully. << Derek, you haven't shown him how to
discriminate? You two men have been doing way too much fucking. >>
Derek grinned. << Yeah, OK. >>
The two men followed Pan down towards the sun-lit surface of Mars.
Scott observed that the surface was pockmarked with craters. These
were especially noticeable in the smooth plains. Pan continued
downwards. He was heading towards a certain point on the planet.
They stopped about a couple of kilometres (1.2 miles) above the
surface.
Pan: << Now, Scott, can you see anything? >>
Scott: << I can see Mars in close-up. I can see lots of mountains and
valleys and deserts and things. Nothing else. But it's Mars, the Red
Planet. Wow! I'm going there. >>
Pan: << Nothing unusual? >>
Derek was keeping mum. He had some sort of telepathic shield up that
Scott could not penetrate.
They headed down a bit further. Scott suddenly saw it, what looked
like a low round hill that was a little paler than its surroundings.
It looked perfectly circular and about half a kilometre (500 yards)
across. He understood that was what Pan was directing his attention
towards. He picked up that Derek knew about it, but what it was,
Derek kept hidden from him.
This time Derek led the way down. They landed next to the hill not
far from some sort of doorway made of stone. Scott looked around.
He was standing on Mars. He had actually travelled to Mars. He had
fulfilled a childhood dream. He was on another planet. He was
excited and happy.
He was standing in a desert full of rust-coloured sand scattered with
rocks as far as the eye could see. It reminded him of the pictures
that he had seen of the red sandy deserts in the centre of Australia.
Derek had actually been in the Central Australian deserts when as a
child he visited his grandfather Pascoe who was working out at the
rocket range at Woomera at the time. The Martian desert did look
similar to the Central Australian gibber plains.
However, the air was very thin, too thin to breathe. Scott did not
need to because he was a superman. The gravity was much less too.
Scott weighed about a third of his weight back on Earth.
Derek smiled. << Well, Scott, here we are. You've finally made it to
Mars at last. >>
Scott grinned with happiness. He looked over at the nearby hill and
saw that it was some kind of building. He observed drifts of rusty
red sand piled up against the low sloping wall. The doorway was clear
however.
They went over to the doorway. Pan skipped like an agile mountain
goat across the red sand littered with stones. Derek followed, moving
with the grace of a ballet dancer or a martial arts master. Scott
went with him.
The closed door was made of what appeared to be one solid block of red
ochre-coloured stone the same colour as the surrounding Martian
desert.
In the wall next to the door were four stone buttons arranged in a
square. They were marked 'I', 'II', 'III' and 'IIII'.
Pan: << Scott, open the door please. >>
Scott: << OK, what's the code? >>
Pan smiled. << You can work it out yourself. This is a security
system designed to keep out animals, robots and other unintelligent
beings. I'll give you a clue; what you see on those buttons is a
numbering system. Another clue; don't use too much of your
considerable intelligence to solve it. >>
Derek giggled.
Scott got the impression that the solution was extremely easy. He
pressed the buttons in order I, II, III, and IIII.
There was a resonant clunk from inside the wall. The door swung open.
Derek cheered as best he could in the thin air but it was not loud.
"Well done, Scott."
Scott smiled wryly.
They trooped inside. They were in a dimly lit passageway devoid of
any decoration. The walls seemed to be glowing. Derek pointed out
that the hill, an artificial structure, was built of quartz blocks.
The sunlight falling on the hill shone through the transparent quartz
and illuminated the interior through the walls. The structure had
originally been built as a five-sided pyramid but the sands of Mars
blowing in the wind over the aeons had eroded it to a smooth hill.
Scott caught Derek's excitement. He understood that this hill, this
structure, was not built by human hands. In fact it was far older
than the human race itself. He himself was fascinated. He too was
excited by what they were in.
They followed the curving passage into a large chamber lit by the
sunlight percolating through the translucent walls and ceiling.
In front of them was what looked like a large glass case. Inside it
Scott saw a big green creature about two metres (6'7") tall with four
thin arms and two thin legs. It looked like a giant insect except it
had bulging normal-looking eyes like a frog. Its green face looked
peculiar and rather like an insect. Its mouth parts were horizontally
opposed like those of a grasshopper or praying mantis with a vertical
slit between them; that was the mouth.
<< What the fuck is that thing? >> Scott was amazed.
Pan laughed. So did Derek.
Derek: << That 'thing' is a three-dimensional hologram of one of the
builders of this hill. He was one of the race we call the Wayfarers.
He and his mates built this hill about 70 million years ago. They
came to Earth when the dinosaurs were roaming the planet. >>
Scott: << Golly gosh! That's the first alien I've ever seen. >>
Pan: << The Wayfarers are a people who wandered across the galaxy in
giant space ships founding colonies on suitable planets that they
discovered. They arrived here in the Solar System and wanted to build
a colony on Earth. Earth was then, and is now, a beautiful planet
filled with bountiful life, ideal for a settlement of these people. I
wouldn't let them settle here. >>
Scott: << Why not? >>
Pan: << I was guiding the evolution of life on Earth and I certainly
didn't want a bunch of aliens coming in and mucking things up. I had
super powers then and a demonstration convinced the Wayfarers that it
would be unwise to go against me. So the Wayfarers stayed as my
guests for a while then moved on. They had considerable resources in
their ships, enough to found colonies on the planets that they
discovered as they wandered across the galaxy but they realised that I
would have obliterated everything that they built. I would have made
life impossible for them and tossed them off the planet. >>
Derek drew Scott's attention to a bronze wheel with a handle on the
base of the cabinet. Scott saw that what he thought was glass was
actually some kind of plastic. Derek used his psychokinetic power to
make the wheel turn. Scott found himself looking at the alien's
insides.
Scott: <+ ? +>
Derek: << You've heard of CAT scans? Or MRI scans? This works on the
same sort of principle. They scanned the body from head to toe and
constructed a holographic movie from the scans. You turn the wheel
and the scan moves back and forth through the virtual body. Look!
You can see all its internal organs. >>
Scott took the handle in his hand and turned the wheel, which spun
easily. He scanned back and forth through the hologram looking at the
alien's innards. All the internal organs were labelled in an alien
script that made no sense to Scott. Pan helpfully translated them
telepathically. The alien's anatomy and physiology was so different
that Scott had difficulty making sense of Pan's descriptions.
Derek laughed: << You'll learn soon enough. It took me a week or two
to learn. >>
Scott: << You know, it's incredible that this thing works so well
after, how long, seventy million years? >>
Pan: << Yes, that's right. They certainly built things to last. It
was all in the right choice of design and materials. >>
They moved on to another display cabinet. This contained a diorama of
a group of the aliens who appeared to be talking with Pan. In the
background was a forest of exotic-looking tree-like plants such as
cycads, tree ferns and horsetails. It looked completely different to
the modern-day forests. Near the group was a silvery six-wheeled
vehicle like a small bus. It belonged to the Wayfarers.
Scott turned the bronze wheel protruding from the base of the cabinet.
He felt gears engage and a flywheel start up. The flywheel regulated
the speed at which Scott could turn the wheel.
A scratchy sound of talking came from what sounded like a loudspeaker
in the base of the cabinet. Scott was so surprised he stopped turning
the wheel.
Pan: << That's us talking. >>
Derek: << It's bloody amazing when you think about it that you can
still hear their voices after all this time. Fancy, seventy million
years! It shows you what their technology was like. >>
Pan: << Their technology was not all that advanced. A human engineer
or scientist from the twentieth century would have understood it. But
it is the simple technologies that withstand the test of time. >>
Scott: << How do they show these moving three-dimensional pictures? >>
Pan and Derek together: << Holograms. >>
Derek continued: << There are these clear panels made from a kind of
glass that have the diffraction patterns engraved into them. As they
move relative to one another, the 3-D pictures appear to move. >>
Scott: << We could use that on Earth. There'd be a real market for
moving 3-D pictures. >>
Derek: << Just one problem. It's horribly expensive trying to mimic
that kind of technology. The effort in engraving the diffraction
patterns alone would cost many millions of dollars. To put something
like that in your living room would cost tens of millions of dollars.
Only the filthy rich could afford something like that. >>
Scott: << How come these aliens, what you call them, the Wayfarers,
could do this and leave these things here on Mars? >>
Derek: << They knew how to do it. >>
Pan: << They had the machines to take the stereo video recordings and
make these displays without too much trouble. You humans don't have
them, well, not yet. I'm sure you'll invent the technology soon
enough. >>
Scott: << Do you know how to do it? >>
Pan: << No. I've never bothered to find out. >>
Scott: << Why are they called the Wayfarers? >>
Derek: << Because they wandered from planet to planet right across the
galaxy. >>
Scott << How were their ships powered? Did they have a faster-than-
light drive? >>
Pan: << No, they did not possess a faster-than-light drive. The ships
were powered by ion jets powered by nuclear fission fast breeder
reactors running on uranium, thorium, neptunium, plutonium or any
other fissionable radioactive metals they could find. They used quite
primitive technology that any twentieth-century human could
understand. >>
Scott: << How come the name Wayfarer? >>
Scott was thinking of the old 1960s vintage Chrysler Valiant Wayfarer
utility belonging to Mr Robertson back in Ringtail Springs. Mr
Robertson had inherited it from his late father and had done it up to
showroom condition as a showpiece.
Derek projected an image of Elizabeth Kursky. She had come up with
the name after the song cycle 'Songs of a Wayfarer' by Gustav Mahler.
She liked singing that song cycle.
At that time, Elizabeth was one of the few humans along with her
husband Peter Kursky and Hal Wray who knew about the museum left by
the Wayfarers on Mars. Hal was the first human visitor to the museum
when he discovered it on a trip to Mars. He asked Pan about it and
Pan filled in the details.
Scott: << Why did they leave this here? >>
Derek: << For our benefit. When an intelligent race capable of space
travel finally evolved on Earth, they would travel to Mars and
perchance find this museum. It would let them know that they are not
the only intelligent race in the universe. In other words, we are not
alone. >>
<< Where are they now? >>
Derek and Pan looked at one another. Scott felt the sadness emanating
from them both.
Pan: << They're extinct, wiped out by the perfect soldiers who deemed
them to be lives unworthy of life. >>
Scott was angry. << Bastards! Why does this sort of thing happen?
Why does God allow this sort of thing to happen? How come God allows
all this evil to happen? >>
Pan put his arm around Scott's mighty shoulders.
Pan: << That is the problem of evil, Scott. It is a thorny
philosophical question that has occupied many fine human minds for
many centuries. I have a relatively simple answer though. Let me
take the particular example of the world of Planet Earth and the human
race living upon it. You are familiar with it. I shall generalise to
the galaxy as a whole.
Evil is not caused by natural occurrences. For example, an earthquake
is not in itself evil. The destruction caused by an earthquake is a
tragedy for the humans involved but it is a tragedy, nothing more. It
is not evil. In fact, without earthquakes continually reshaping the
surface of the Earth, there would be no land at all above the water.
The entire surface of the Earth would be covered by water. All land
would have been eroded away into the oceans. So earthquakes are
necessary on Earth for the continual renewal of the land on which you
humans live.
If a leopard carries away a child of a villager and eats the child, it
is not evil. It is doing what it is designed to do. The leopard is a
predatory animal that must kill other animals in order to eat. To
some leopards, human children represent easy prey. However, the
leopard that preys on humans puts itself at risk unknowingly because
the villagers will hunt down the leopard and try to kill it, thus
removing the threat to their well-being.
Life on Earth presents many hazards because Earth is geologically
active planet and also there are many dangerous life forms such as
predatory animals like leopards, lions, tigers, wolves and sharks.
Without such hazards, there would have been no evolution. The human
race would never have evolved without facing the hazards in their
environment. An intelligent race would never evolve on a planet with
no hazards. And a planet with no hazards would be a dead planet on
which nothing ever occurs; no life would exist there.
Humans in the course of their evolution from apes faced many hazards
from being trampled by a rhinoceros through being gored by a bovine to
being eaten by a big cat such as a lion, leopard or the frightful
sabre-toothed Dinofelis. They evolved intelligence in order to face
and win over the hazards that threatened them.
Evil is a different phenomenon. Evil is the deliberate, conscious act
of an intelligent being. It is human beings who bring evil into the
world of Earth. A man who savagely beats a child commits an act of
evil. Someone who steals from another person commits an act of evil.
A person who deliberately kills another person commits an act of evil.
Scott, you have always been a big strong lad. When you have on
occasion bullied other children smaller and weaker than yourself at
school, you have committed acts of evil. >>
Scott reddened hot with embarrassment and shame. He knew that Pan was
right.
Pan kept his arm around Scott's shoulder and patted Scott's deltoid
muscle affectionately. He went on.
<< That said, those acts you committed were in the greater scale of
things relatively petty. Harmful as bullying is to the bullied, it
pales into insignificance alongside the great atrocities committed by
members of the human race in the past centuries. I know full well,
Scott, that you have pledged yourself to the service of the Lord God
Most High. You know from Derek's experience that the Lord God will
not tolerate any acts of evil being committed by His agents and
officers, no matter how petty. And I sincerely hope that you will
never need to repeat that lesson yourself.
Both your grandfathers fought in World War II against the Germans and
the Japanese who committed fearful, brutal atrocities against the
subject populations of their empires. The Nazis in Germany had a
policy of exterminating people they deemed unfit to live, or lives
unworthy of life. The German expression the Nazis used was
'Lebensunwertes Leben'. They used this policy to justify the
extermination of all those they deemed abnormal, deviants, inferior or
'causing social unrest', people such as men who loved other men or
homosexuals, people with disabilities both mental and physical, the
mentally ill, political dissidents, people in mixed race marriages,
criminals, Jews, Communists, Christian clergy, Roma or gipsies and any
non-white people. The Nazis committed a heinous, terrible evil when
they performed a mass slaughter of all these people. They killed six
million Jews, six million Poles and twenty million Russians and
Ukrainians in this horrific holocaust. The Nazis brought a terrible
evil into the world by their acts. These were considered, planned and
deliberate acts of intelligent beings. The Nazis were humans whose
minds by their choice were operating in the evil mode.
The perfect soldiers have the same kind of mind-set, except they
always operate in the evil mode. They have a deliberate policy of
exterminating all those whom they deem unworthy of life, all those
races they deem too inferior to be allowed to continue living. That
included my race and the Wayfarers.
The history of the human race is replete with examples of evil deeds
done by humans to one another, to animals, plants and the rest of the
environment. Human beings are capable of evil and they have done many
evil things.
The point is that the natural world is neither good nor evil. It is
morally neutral. The things that happen in the natural environment
are a part of the natural order of things, despite the fact that these
happenings may bring much misery to human beings. If a volcano erupts
and the lava flows destroys the homes of many people, that is not
evil, that is the result of living near a volcano to grow crops on the
rich fertile soil.
Humans, like other intelligent beings, have free will. They are not
directed to act in certain ways by instincts. They can do whatever
they will. There are no limits set to what they can do. Free will is
an essential attribute of intelligence. Every intelligent being has
the quality of free will. That means that intelligent beings,
including humans, are free to do both good things and evil things. In
other words, evil is a direct result of intelligent beings like humans
exercising their free will to do what they want when they are being
selfish and harming or exploiting others. Like a robber baron
enriches himself by stealing from and exploiting others.
As Derek has explained earlier, there are five forms of intelligence.
Even an evil intelligence may choose to perform good acts; that is
quite possible although unusual. A perfect intelligence may choose to
perform an evil deed; again that is quite possible although rare. A
neutral intelligence will do either, whatever is apparently in his
best interests.
Human beings have evolved to possess divine intelligence. You humans
are unique.
However, humans are like other intelligent life forms in that they are
fully capable of doing good acts, evil acts and neutral acts. On
Earth, humans are the only source of evil because they are the only
beings that have free will. Likewise, they are the only source of
good. The great religions of Earth teach that it is much better to do
only that which is good. For example, the Ten Commandments brought
down from the Lord God by the great Jewish prophet Moses at Mount
Sinai during the Jewish Exodus from Egypt are a guide to doing good
and avoiding evil.
Morality is the glue that holds civilisations together. In the human
context, morality and ethics build trust between members of a
community, large or small and that allows a civilisation to flourish
and become glorious and splendid.
Enlightened beings know that every one of their actions have
consequences, no matter how trivial. Each action sets up a train of
consequences. Therefore a wise and enlightened person considers
carefully each act he performs or word he utters. He does not want to
do something that will have evil consequences.
When a man fucks another person, it is likely to be a life-changing
experience for the person being fucked, especially if the man doing
the fucking is a superhuman god. You both can attest to that. You
have both been transformed by being fucked by gods. Yes, Scott, Derek
is a god and so are you.
The point is, it is only intelligent beings that bring evil into a
world or galaxy. The reason is that intelligent beings have free
will, which is an essential attribute of intelligence. Likewise, it
is only intelligent beings that bring good into a world or galaxy.
The natural world is neither good nor evil. You humans, as superhuman
agents of the Lord God, are expected to bring a lot of good into the
world and the universe. >>
Scott: << Would the perfect soldiers wipe us humans out? >>
Pan: << I doubt that very much, not with you supermen standing guard
over the rest of the human race, not to mention the STD sphere. You
supermen simply would not let them wipe out the human race. I would
think that pretty soon within a few decades from now, most of the
human race will have become superhuman. >>
Scott: << Could you change the perfect soldiers' nature, like
transform them with love like have sex with them? >>
Derek snorted. << They're fucking ugly! >>
Pan: << The perfect soldiers never have sex. Sex is simply not part
of their lives. They are artificial life forms. They cannot
reproduce by themselves. They don't have sexes like most earthly life
forms. There is only one sex of perfect soldiers, which I suppose is
neuter. New perfect soldiers are produced in artificial eggs or wombs
in giant factories that turn them out by the million. They are 'born'
full-sized and are trained quickly to become soldiers. No one has
ever tried fucking a perfect soldier up the cloaca, which is like an
arsehole and urinary tract combined. Sex has no meaning for them.
They have no concept of sexual pleasure, not like humans who revel in
sexual pleasure. In fact, the perfect soldiers have absolutely no
concept of any sensual pleasure at all. >>
Scott: << I could try fucking one and see what happens. >>
Derek: << You would be bloody brave. >>
Pan: << I suspect that you would be wasting your time and energy. You
may just end up hurting it. However, you could give it a try. >>
Scott: << What do the perfect soldiers look like? >>
Pan: << There was a movie called 'Alien' that came out in 1979 and it
was followed by a series of sequels. >>
Scott: << I know! Robbie, my brother, bought a set of the DVDs a
couple of years ago and I've seen some of them. They're pretty
horrible. >>
Pan: << Well, the Alien in those movies is not a bad approximation of
the perfect soldier but without all the extra bits and pieces. The
Alien gives you some idea of what the perfect soldier looks like. The
man who designed the Alien, H. R. Giger, somehow tuned into the
Universe and came up with the design of the movie monster based on the
perfect soldier. It's not a perfect likeness but you get the idea. >>
Pan transmitted a picture of a perfect soldier.
Scott: << I see. >>
Derek suggested that Scott continue turning the brass wheel in the
display cabinet. Scott did so.
After a few minutes of watching Pan talking to the Wayfarers, Derek
sensed that Scott was getting bored. He showed Scott a lever to press
to speed things up. The holographic movie sped up and the sound
became a high-pitched gabble. Scott slowed the movie down again when
he saw an enormous Tyrannosaurus Rex covered in a thin but gaudy coat
of yellow, green and black feathers approach the group. It came in
between the group and the six-wheeled vehicle, cutting them off. It
towered over the group. It opened its toothy maw and made to grab one
of the aliens. They reacted in horror but they did not appear to be
armed. Pan raised his hand and shot an electric spark at the giant
dinosaur's muzzle. The crack was audible through the speakers. The
animal shrieked in pain and terror, reared up, turned tail and ran
away bellowing into the forest.
Scott laughed. << You showed him! You showed him good and proper! >>
Pan: << I wasn't going to let that tyrannosaurus eat one of my guests.
That would never do. >>
They wandered through the museum and tried out many of the other
display cabinets. Scott was elected to turn the wheel.
One cabinet showed Pan with a small herd of gaudily feathered
velociraptors that stood nearly as tall as he was. They knew Pan. He
was quite a bit shorter than the Wayfarers. The aliens were cautious
about approaching the velociraptors with their fearsome teeth and
claws. However, the dinosaurs loved Pan scratching them on the backs
of their heads and rubbing their necks. They arched and craned their
necks.
Pan: << Velociraptors are related to modern birds. They are not
dissimilar. >>
A cabinet showed Pan teasing a tyrannosaurus by flying around just
above its head like a magpie annoying a dog. The huge beast leapt up
at Pan fruitlessly snapping its enormous toothy jaws. The dinosaur
was leaping clear of the ground. There was a loud thump every time
the animal landed on the ground again on its huge hind legs. It
sounded like a pile driver.
Derek: << That's pretty athletic for an animal weighing about six or
seven tons. Just imagine an elephant trying to do that. It just
couldn't. >>
In another cabinet the group saw a gigantic pterodactyl gliding above
a group of Wayfarers. It was the size of a light aeroplane like a
Cessna. The aliens looked up in awe at the huge flying reptile. It
circled around the group once and flew away over the trees. There was
a silvery alien six-wheeled vehicle in the background.
Scott: << I'm curious about those vehicles with the six large wheels
belonging to the Wayfarers. A mate of mine has a radio-controlled toy
monster bus that looks like that. How do those vehicles of the
Wayfarers work? How big are they? >>
Derek: << They probably were a bit like your mate's toy, except they
were full size. >>
Pan: << They were like a bus in that they held up to sixteen Wayfarers
who, as you have noticed, were as tall as a tall human. They were an
all-terrain vehicle the size of a small bus with an electric motor
driving each wheel. The power came from lithium-based batteries that
packed a lot of energy. They were charged from the space ships that
landed on Earth. Similar technology exists on Earth. One of the
Wayfarers drove the bus. The vehicles could travel at speeds up to
120 kilometres per hour (75 mph) on smooth ground or human-style
highways and they had a range of about 600 kilometres (375 miles).
However, they travelled a lot slower on rough ground. The Wayfarers
didn't like being shaken about too much. They were more delicate than
humans. >>
Other cabinets showed Pan and the Wayfarers with various dinosaurs and
other animals from that time. One cabinet showed a Wayfarer giving a
long and learned illustrated dissertation on the life forms of Earth
as they were then. Scott could not understand a word and quickly lost
interest.
Pan: << I could tell you all about it if you like. >>
Scott: << Yeah, whatever. Maybe some other time. >>
Pan smiled tolerantly. << Obviously not now. Mind you, that
dissertation is a most valuable document to palaeontologists. It is
packed with useful information about life on Earth during the
Cretaceous Era. >>
Scott found a cabinet displaying what appeared to be a model space-
ship. It was a bulky, rather ugly and ungainly looking thing covered
with angular bumps and protrusions.
Derek: << I don't go much for the aesthetics of the design. >>
Pan: << There's no need for aesthetics or streamlining in space. That
ship was about 150 kilometres (90 miles) long. It was truly enormous.
And those giant ships never landed on a planet. They would never be
able to get off again from a planet like Earth. Their engines were
not strong enough to lift up their tremendous mass against the
planet's gravity. The ships always sent out smaller scout and lighter
ships from their internal hangars to make planetfall. >>
Scott turned the wheel protruding from the base of the display
cabinet. The display showed various cross-sections of the ship. Each
part was labelled in the alien script. Pan translated. Scott was
very interested. He saw the engines and the nuclear reactors driving
them. He saw the storerooms, cabins, kitchens, dining rooms and
living rooms. The ship was like a city in space. The Wayfarers had
no means of keeping themselves in suspended animation. They lived and
died upon the ships. Pan told him that the dead bodies were recycled
into food for the crew. All the waste was recycled into useful
nutrients. The ships carried seeds of useful plants and eggs of
useful animals but they were only for use in the colonies founded by
the great ships. Until then they were kept frozen.
When they had finished looking at the exhibits, Derek came up behind
Scott, wrapped his thick muscular arms around Scott's chest and
nuzzled Scott's back.
Derek: << Scott, you are one great big sexy hunk of muscle. >>
Scott: << Derek, you're enough to make a guy seriously horny. >>
Pan laughed. << Outside please gentlemen, if you are going to do that
sort of thing. >>
They made their way out of the quartz building. Scott's and Derek's
swinging cocks were stiffening as they walked.
Derek opened the door outside. They went out and the door shut behind
them with a clunk.
Standing out in the red sand, Derek walked up behind Scott with his
mighty erect cock and poked it in between Scott's massive thighs. He
relished Scott's splendid bubble butt. He ran his hands over the
magnificent musculature of Scott's abdomen and chest.
Scott leant back against Derek and relished his ministrations. His
cock stiffened up like a steel bar and stood out in front of him.
Derek stroked it gently and made Scott even more aroused.
Pan leaned against a boulder and watched the two human males
commencing their activity.
Soon Derek's cock was probing in between the cheeks of Scott's arse.
The cock head soon found Scott's arsehole and poked up against it.
Scott was panting with desire in the thin Martian air. He felt the
pressure of Derek's cock head against his anus. His arsehole relaxed
and admitted Derek's pushing cock into his rectum. Scott gasped.
Derek's thick hard cock thrust into him, up his arse and bumped up
against his large and sensitive prostate. Derek bumped his cock head
against Scott's prostate a number of times, stoking the fires of
Scott's passion even further. Then Derek thrust his cock further up
into Scott's colon until it was deeply imbedded inside Scott's torso.
Scott thought happily while he felt Derek's cock thrusting up into his
bowels: << Oh fuck!! I'm being fucked on Mars! I'm being fucked by
Derek on Mars! >>
He peeked into Derek's mind and saw it was a roiling maelstrom of
turbulent desire. Derek loved and lusted after Scott. He thought
Scott was the most wonderful and sexy being on Earth, or Mars.
Scott was swept up by that maelstrom of desire. He loved Derek's cock
ramming up into his body right up to his pounding heart. He relished
Derek's strong hands playing over his chest and abdomen.
He felt the pressure build up in his groin around Derek's ravishing
cock up his arsehole. The pressure burst and he cried out as he
joyfully blew large quantities of his semen out the end of his mighty
cock.
He was startled by a series of loud explosions.
His semen exploded as it hit the ground leaving little craters all
around him. He felt Derek's body tense up mightily against him.
Derek cried out as he too roared into orgasm. Scott could feel
Derek's hot semen gush into his inmost bowels in the depths of his
torso.
Scott was still surprised. However, his orgasm continued unabated
with a loud fusillade of seminal splats exploding as they hit the
ground. Dimly amongst the orgasmic tumult, he wondered what was
causing his semen to explode so noisily. Also dimly, he was aware of
Pan laughing fit to bust.
His orgasm continued, intertwined as it was with Derek's orgasm. They
became a towering pillar of orgasmic fire. The explosions continued
punctuating their combined orgasms.
Finally their orgasmic tumult came to a halt. Scott's seminal
emissions slowed to a dribble. The last drop of his semen exploded
with a loud bang when it hit the ground between their feet.
He looked up and saw Pan rolling around on the ground, helpless with
laughter. Derek continued holding Scott tightly around the waist with
his muscular arms. He rested his head against the back of Scott's
neck. His cock was still stiff up inside Scott's torso. His head was
filled with thoughts like <+ Fuck, Scott, you are fucking magnificent!
You are fucking gorgeous! You are fucking glorious! Oh man, oh man,
what a wonderful fuck! +>
Scott's mind was filling with questions. Pan was no help. He was
seized by helpless fits of laughter. He was still rolling around on
the ground laughing.
Derek kissed the back of Scott's neck. He rubbed his fingers against
Scott's stiff nipples. Scott heaved a sigh. Derek loved feeling
Scott's massive muscular chest expanding in his arms.
Scott: << Stop it please Derek. I want an explanation. Why is my
semen exploding? >>
Derek giggled. An explanation formed in his mind.
<< A little bit of chemistry. Ferric superoxide, or iron superoxide.
It is a very powerful oxidising agent formed by the ultraviolet light
from the sun reacting with the iron oxide in the soil of Mars over
hundreds of millions of years. Iron superoxide is very unstable. It
decomposes explosively when it comes into contact with a reducing
agent like your semen. When your semen hits the ground here on Mars,
it reacts with the iron superoxide and causes it to explode. >>
<< Why is Pan laughing so much? >>
Pan settled down to only frequent fits of giggles. He managed to get
up onto his feet and he shook the red sand out of his hairy body like
a dog. He was still sniggering like a schoolboy who'd heard a dirty
joke.
Pan grinned widely. << When your semen started exploding on the
ground in front of you, the expression on your face was priceless.
You didn't know whether to keep on getting fucked by Derek, or whether
to stop and find out what was going on, or what. Scott, you're the
funniest man. >>
Scott smirked. << Yeah, sure. >>
<< You two are both real hotties. >>
<< Thanks. >>
<< May I fuck you too please? >>
<< I guess so. My arsehole is nice and relaxed and well lubricated
now. >>
<< Why don't we make it a threesome? Derek, you can come and do me
too. >>
<< Why not? >>
Pan's thick penis stiffened rapidly in anticipation. It was 45
centimetres (18 inches) long, disproportionately long and fat for a
being of his stature. The shaft was covered with thick hard white
angular lumps and bumps. The cock head had a ring of small curved
yellow horns surrounding the piss slit like on some kind of sea
creature. The skin on the penis in between the lumps and bumps was
bright purple.
Scott's eyes widened. << That's a freaky monster of a cock! >>
Pan grinned lasciviously. << All the better to fuck you with. I know
you can take it. >>
Derek's eyes glittered as he grinned. << Don't worry, mate. I've had
that cock up my arse quite a lot of times and I survived the
experience. >>
Pan suggested they move to a fresh patch of red sand so that the next
round of sex would go off with lots of bangs as well. The area where
they were standing was pockmarked with small craters as if it had a
bad case of acne.
They moved.
Pan ran his hands over Scott's powerfully muscled body appreciating
every bulge of Scott's huge muscles. He revelled in Scott's mighty,
thickly muscled arms, his massive shoulders, his stallion's neck, the
thick bulging plates of pectoral muscles, the bulging cobblestones of
his abdomen, the hard muscular hemispheres of his bubble butt, the
muscular symphony of his back and the mighty bulging tree-trunks of
his thighs. Pan was rapt in admiration. Scott was magnificent.
Scott delighted in the attention. Pan's appreciative hands roving
over his body aroused him to a high pitch of sexual desire. He wanted
more sex. He was ready and rearing to go.
Pan lubriciously massaged Scott's cock with his force-field lubricated
hands. Scott's cock rapidly stiffened into a thick steely hard rod of
flesh 40 centimetres (16 inches) long. Pan locked the erection in
place.
He went behind Scott, held him firmly by his waist and probed with his
cock head for Scott's arsehole.
Scott gasped when the horns on Pan's cock head made contact with his
anal pucker. He willed himself to relax and was flooded with
vibrations of love from Pan. His arsehole opened up and admitted
Pan's horny cock head. Pan stopped briefly. The sensations in
Scott's anal canal were incredible. Pan pushed in a little more. The
horns on Pan's cock head made contact with Scott's large sensitive
prostate. Scott had a sharp intake of breath. There were massive
sensations coming from his prostate and groin perilously close to pain
but it was extremely arousing sexually. The only thing anything like
this that Scott had felt before was the electric Monster Dildo that he
had tried while Derek was away interstate. The sensations from Pan's
cock were even more intense.
Pan bumped his cock horns against Scott's large prostate several
times, stimulating it powerfully. Scott groaned each time. He broke
out into a profuse sweat all over. Pan rubbed his hands over Scott's
sweaty torso revelling in its big bulging muscles.
He pushed his cock slowly further up Scott's arsehole. As he did so,
the lumps and bumps on the shaft of his penis scraped and bumped
against his prostate. At the same time, the cock horns scraped
against the inside of Scott's bowels and against the internal organs.
Scott went into rigors of agonised ecstasy.
Pan withdrew his cock a little and pushed it in a little higher up
Scott's colon. He kept on doing it until the cock horns were
surrounding Scott's beating heart. Scott moaned each time Pan pushed
his cock further in until Pan had his cock fully all the way up inside
him. The sensations were incredible. They were electric.
Derek sensed that Pan was all the way up inside Scott's magnificent
torso. He grabbed Pan by his little goat's tail and planted his cock
head up against the entrance of Pan's arsehole. Pan's anus relaxed
quickly and easily. With a few vigorous thrusts, Derek had his cock
fully imbedded up Pan's arsehole. Pan was beside himself with joy.
He was the meat in a double fuck sandwich. His feet were lifted up
off the ground by the force of Derek's thrusts. He delighted in
having Derek's enormous smooth fat human penis thrust up his arsehole
while at the same time having his alien penis thrust up Scott's
arsehole.
He and Derek synchronised their thrusts. Scott groaned with each of
Pan's thrusts into him. At the same time he could feel each of
Derek's thrusts into Pan. His mighty body thrummed with the
sensations coursing through his torso.
As the storm of sensations mounted, Pan overrode Scott's
invulnerability. Pan's fingers lengthened into clawed claspers like
eagles' talons that penetrated the thick wall of muscle of Scott's
waist. The clawed claspers drove through the hard muscle into Scott's
abdominal cavity. This enabled Pan to maintain an irremovable grip on
Scott's mighty heaving body.
Waves of ecstatic pain coursed through Scott's torso. He knew he
could take it. He knew he was incredibly strong and tough and
powerful. He knew he was immortal and indestructible. He had faith
that Pan and Derek would restore him to his former state. He found
himself revelling in the pain and pleasure of the sensations coursing
through his mighty superhuman body.
With the combined effects of thrusting into Scott's tremendously
muscular torso and Derek's mighty cock thrusting into his own body,
Pan came into a gigantic orgasm. His body stiffened all over. He
became rigid. The horns on his cock head clasped around Scott's
pounding heart like a clawed hand holding it firmly.
The lumps and bumps on his penis opened up into sharp-pointed tendrils
that burst through the walls of Scott's bowels and penetrated every
organ inside Scott's body. One sharp tendril from the base of Pan's
penis penetrated Scott's large prostate. Other tendrils penetrated
his liver, kidneys, stomach, pancreas, heart, lungs and various other
organs.
At the same time Pan exploded into orgasm, so did Scott and Derek
simultaneously. Scott screamed in the intensity of his orgasmic agony
and ecstasy. Derek roared as he squirted his spunk deep into Pan's
insides. He clasped Pan fervently, lost in the firestorm of his
orgasm.
Pan ejaculated his divine fiery spunk through all the tendrils snaking
through the interior of Scott's torso into all his internal organs.
Scott was riven and transfused with Pan's divine energy. Never before
had Scott felt such pain and joy, agony and ecstasy, terror and love,
being split asunder and reassembled anew. Scott was being authorised,
permitted and encouraged to actualise himself as an awesome, powerful
and potent god.
A cannonade of explosions echoed about them as Scott's spunk exploded
on contact with the red sand. The concussions bounced back from the
low surrounding hills. Little craters appeared as the explosions
sprayed sand all around them.
Blue and purple lightning played over the three. Derek and Pan
amplified each other in a runaway feedback loop of love and power.
They poured huge amounts of energy into Scott. Scott felt as if he
were caught up in a thunderstorm of cyclonic fury; all the energy was
being beamed into him. He grew and expanded until he felt like a
planet-sized being. He was being forged and educated as a god of
power and might, a god of thunder and lightning like Thor. He was
being educated as a god of fearsomely huge currents of energy, a god
who can make things move, a god who can do great things, a god of
great creative and destructive power. He screamed with power, energy
and love. He was a most powerful, puissant and potent god.
Scott's mind stretched out and merged with Derek, Pan and the Almighty
Triune God. He was One with All in blissful ecstatic communion. He
was a firestorm of energy. He was a supernova. He was a mighty god.
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Continued in Part 60.
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