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Chapter 1
Ma'xon
Dear Candidate #9247-AX,
Your application for the Terrainne Rehoming Programme has been accepted. Please report to satellite station QVO-97 in two cycles to begin education and training to find your human companion.
It is a universalknown fact that homo sapiens are extremely durable and biologically incapable of breeding outside of their species. They can adapt quickly to nearly any environment they are placed in and come in such great varieties that once they were discovered during a galactic edge scrap, The Solarium Union voted to preserve the planet for science.
Untouched by the other solar systems in our galaxy, there was only a single planet that had inhabitants. They had no concept ofindoor plumbing, yet alone the idea that their world was one of many far beyond their own. Even now, in the modern day, these “humans” as they have named themselves, can barely make a manned mission to their only moon. Their satellite technology is so weak that the one that made it out of their solar system takes days to transmit the falsified information the SU has been feeding it. This whole system has been deemed as a special nature reserve so solarium scientists and thinkers can monitor their evolution.
They are a unique and valuable commodity in the SU. It keeps planetary leaders in line when it comes to paying the large tax, knowing they could be hurting their future mate if the planet isn’t protected. Some planets suffer from hyper fertility and so much over population that governments will pay to get their citizens to join the Terrainne Rehoming Program. Other planets offer it as a lottery, so each citizen has an equal opportunity to attend the program.
And some planets, like Axilaria, just let its citizens do whatever they want.
This programme has been around for a long time. Long enough that even when I announced to the Senate that I planned to join, there were cheers for my happiness rather than shouts of despair. My sister’s lineage will take the place of leadership once we are gone, as is protocol for when the head of a local colony ends their lineage. Before leaving for the TRP, I had quietly transitioned my powers and plans were drawn up in preparation for the mating frenzy that would awaken in me once I found my mate.
I was fully focused on my education of homo sapiens and how to interact on these “blind” dates we would be set up with. To every knowledgeable member of the union, the Terrainne Rehoming Program looks like any government run mating agency, except there are rigorous questionnaires and interviews,along with the full spectrum of medical exams, that happen before you even step foot into a learning simulation. All of this information is fed through a database that also contains all the information on adult humans seeking partners.
The human side is called a “dating app”.
Apparently it is easier to get them to attend the programme when it is designed to look like a game. But the humans don’t actually know that a part of their agreement with usage of the app is to allow the TRP full access to everything. From hospital records to preferred erotic materials, they get it all. It’s how they match humans to other beings.
And I have been matched with a creature so precious, I am concerned I will go into a frenzy before we even make it off planet. I examine the travel pod on the program’s ship, triple checking that all the settings are fixed to prepare my future mate for Axilaria.
We are nearing Earth now, and I am anxious. She must be given the most comfortable and easy journey home. It is not long once we get up to speed, but her body will not be adjusted to space travel. And from the training videos, it seemed many humans did not react well to seeing the vacuum of space from space. With the pod, her decontamination and planetary implants can be completed before we land and submerge on Axilaria.
I scrape my four fingered hand against the grain of my scales. Everything will be perfect sailing. My dual pointed tailfin flicks and grazes across the smooth walls and floor of the ship as I pace about. These nerves are downright out of place for a male of my age. By human standard age, my life is nearing its end. I’ve lived ninety two earthian years. Axilarians easily live to one hundred and fifty earthian years, with a long portion of it being spent in our youth. We aren’t considered fully grown until we are fifty.
But she likes an older male, I remind myself.
While different species have different lifespans, humans have the shortest. The TRP wouldn’t be as successful if mates were dying off much sooner than their nonhuman counterparts. For my application, the pod has been programmed to only slightly adjust my date’s life span, should everything go well tonight. If it doesn’t…
That dark thought brings me back to the file on my data screen. Focus on her now, on bringing her home.
Odette (she/her), 28
I have already voiced my concern about our age difference, but according to the TRP it wasn’t too unusual for humans to seek mates with a significant gap. And if some of the long form transmissions we have shared back and forth leading up to this blind date are correct, Odette is perfectly happy with our relative age difference and is quite excited for our date tonight.
A shiver vibrates through my fins with anticipation.
“Landing in approximately three ticks. Prepare for body swap and meeting your mate,” the cheery automated voice overhead announces.
I take a deep breath. The body swap is the portion of the night I’m most concerned about. Walking around with no tail or fins to keep me centred? I’m going to make a x’rox of myself the first time I meet my mate.
The human body they have given me is proportioned similar to my own body. It is a large male, his skin a pale brown colour that is a similar shade to my grey skin. The head fur—hair— he has is short, nearly all black except for a few streaks of silver. The rest of his body is also covered in fine fur. Similar to the Axilarian, there is a layer of fat protecting his muscles.
Unlike the Axilarian male, however, this form only has one cock. Is this even a size impressive enough to attract mates? Despite weeks worth of simulated mating training, I still don’tunderstand how the receiving humans enjoy fucking males so lacking.
It doesn’t matter now, my Odette will never see that body’s sex organs nor will she find any better than mine.
One cock. What a joke.
I step under the transmitter and put the helmet on, strapping in my midsection to keep me upright. The machine boots up quickly, a hum vibrating my neurons until I pass out and wake up again in the human form. I look down at my body and shiver. Uncanny is the easiest way to explain this feeling. The new skin I’m wearing is much more sensitive, but my nose is not nearly so. I take a deep sniff and can only get the barest hint of sweet rillin oil I spread across my scales to please my mate.
Either way, I brought a spare balm to apply to this skin to add a level of familiarity to this momentous occasion.
There are human garbs prepared for me by the program. Dark, organic, hard-wearing trousers with multiple pockets and some kind of white chest protection vest to prevent the outer short sleeved shirt from touching my now hairy chest. The instructions prompt with the garments say to partially clasp the shirt and tuck the ends of material into my trousers.
