Callamity Kell

This is Auz‘s favorite fox-girl.

 

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Table of Contents:

1. Introduction
2. Etymology
3. Spec’s
4. History
5. Calla’ & Auz’
6. Calla (Images Begin)
7. Her Armor
8. Her Kind
9. Fox Art – Gifts to Her from Zedicon
10. Calla played by (PB) Kim Possible, and Zedicon PB Bonnie Rockwaller
11. Skinny-dipping at Z’s Ranch River
12. Memes
13. Her Tour of Inisfree
14. Trying Out Nudity in This Nudist Colony
15. Trying the Sex-venues of Inisfree
16. 2024 October/+

 

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Introduction:

Calla’ was a human descendant of a line of intergalactic settlers/colonists who made their way to New Eden millennia ago.  She grew up on planet _ (not yet known to her; her youth was hurried and traumatic, and she ended up enslaved faraway).  Eventually, she became a capsuleer, and one of her bodies has cute sexy feminine human-sized fox-ears and a fox-tail, both matching her hair color.  (Of note:  It was later revealed that this was not a genetic alteration; her fox-features are naturally-occurring; she is a humanoid out there, much like how Zedicon only appears human in most ways.)

 

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Etymology:

• Calla, from the Greek word kallos or kalós, means “beauty”.
  In Arabic, it means “castle/fortress”.
• Kell, from Old Norse, means “into the Spring”

 

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Spec’s:

• typist D.O.B.:  7 March
• 5’2″
• 114 lbs.
• Caucasian
• redhead
• perky B-cup tits
• traits:  cutely bashful, sweet and sensual once she feels safe/loved
• fetishes:  tsundere, and being pretend-bred (not actually impregnated)
• nickname:  star-fox (what Zedicon affectionately calls her)
• fears:  doesn’t like heights –but feels fine in Space

 

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History:

• soft-disclosed on Saturday 4 March 2023 (Inisfree calendar equivalent = Saturn’s-day 7 Mars); 23361 A.D. in EVE-time
• first hauling contract completed for Zedicon that same month
• start of April:  accepted Zedicon’s invitation to visit Inisfree for the first time, and requested a ~1-week first-tour
• Zedicon sees how she reacts to being politely collared.
• She suggests Zedicon seal her collar with nano-particles so she cannot remove it.
• mid-April:  Zedicon helps Calla upgrade her ship to the max’, and this doubles as her first (and mutually-desired) leash-walk.
• Zedicon’s 1st mining with Calla –and 1st mining this year / in a year
• Calla tells Zedicon her Orca now has a bedroom suite just for the two of them.
• (IRL Mon16Apr2023) Calla orders expensive chocolates to Zedicon’s apartment for her, then has dinner ready and on the table when Zedicon returns from work later this day.

 

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Calla’ & Auz’:

She met Auz‘s final daughter, “Z” (Zedicon Prime) at Gottin’s Lamp, a bar deep in the heart of Amarr Space.  They quickly took a liking to each other, and Z’ made sure to help Calla’, a former slave seeking a new Master, or at least much more structure in life.  Z’ made a call to her father, Auz, who was back on their Soliara planet at the time, and asked what he thought.  Not long after, she made another call, this time introducing Calla directly to him, and they, too, hit it off well.

Contract accepted:  helping haul beverages and other shipments for Zed’s family-run hospitality-industry  business based in Soliara.

 

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Calla:

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Her Armor:

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Her Kind:

*Their tits are perkier than these artists mis-drew those parts.

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Fox Art – Gifts to Her from Zedicon:

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Calla played by (PB) Kim Possible, and Zedicon PB Bonnie Rockwaller:

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Skinny-dipping at Z’s Ranch River:

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Memes:

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Her Tour of Inisfree:

Z’ softly hums a little lullaby to her star-fox at first. After a minute or so of this, she then shares a very special story and secret in her gentle and musical voice, just above a whisper, still rocking you. “Only the most gentlehearted and wonderful people do I and my father ever tell of our home beyond these stars. Would you like to hear about it, Calla?”

blushes
whispers quietly “yus….
but you don’t have to tonight..”

Still rocking you on your side under our blanket, our fireplace quietly cracking behind you, she smiles and begins, “…Long ago, my father got an idea. He was a young man and on the other side of his world, doing his best to help people in the middle of a big war. The work was difficult and tiring, and he knew any moment might be his last. It made him want to get all his ideas, art, and songs out; written down and saved somewhere, just in case he could not make it home…”

She kept the tops of her feet resting up along the soles of yours, and opened the blanket just a little to help vent the growing warmth from between us. “Fortunately, his kindness to the locals where the war was… seemed to have paid off; his team was rarely ever attacked, and he did eventually make his way all the way back around his world, but he did not yet have a home. After some months, he had to return to the war. That second time out there, he found himself assigned to a much better team, and things went even better than before, affording him more opportunities to write down more of his ideas, and to revisit and improve upon his other ones.”

“When he came back to his side of the planet after that second deployment, he completed his service and went to the hidden storage unit where he’d been stacking up his many journals and other things. It would take years and years, and he’d have to move over and over, trying many places and peoples, and going through so many unfair situations, but eventually… he figured out where he could make his home. …Our humble little city was born.”

Sliding one of her legs between yours in a single slow movement, she then settled her body, leaning against the back cushions of the couch, letting your tilt a bit onto her chest. “One of the new friends he told about his plans to start his own community somewhere beautiful, clean, and faraway… suggested a name for it. That name sounded good to him. He has called our city that name to this day. We call it… Inisfree.”

“Inisfree was just a lone mountain in a very cold and snowy place at first, and it had only a little research capsule on it, nothing more. My father worked hard to add more and more facilities to it, and he started making vehicles and other things to help. In time… there were many there, and some people had heard of his work and traveled all the way out there to help. Inisfree started growing into an outpost… and then a town… and finally a comfortable city with every one of his ideas woven into it, come to life.”

“There are only compatible people there; its society and system are based not on money, but shared visions and values. Some things most people assume to be fairy tales… are not fairy tales there. There are special people of other species who visit it, and sometimes they even make it their new home.” She stopped to let Calla try and imagine all of that, then said, “and someday if you feel brave, curious, and ready, we would like to host you there.”

“wow…” her eyes full of wonder and stars, she leans back into her and just imagines

“That happened many years ago, and Inisfree has grown a lot since then. Just the basic tour of it takes 41 days. …There are some places where all you see is lush greenbelts; Mother Nature for miles in all directions. Other places have very tall buildings, some of which even rotate in different ways. Deep under its surface is a vast network of underground rooms and huge cavernous enclosures, where gigantic starships quietly dock at different angles, using the ancient river tunnels a mile beneath the surrounding ice terrain.”

“Millions of people return to it at least once each year. Dozens of human-like races meet and are represented there. There are welcoming celebrations and homecomings, holidays and parades, indoor and outdoor concerts, canyon raves and street races, and much much more. It has become a little paradise only the goodhearted ever know.” She gave Calla a loving squeeze for a moment, flexing a bit more during her ongoing hug and rocking, “and you are a goodhearted person, so you now get to know.”

The dim flame-shaped shapes of light and shadow on the living-room walls around them continued to dance this way and that, the fireplace still on behind them, its glass wall muffling the crackling and popping within. Another couple of Amarr ships silently made their way outside the circular window to the adjacent hangar, disappearing, little blinking lights and all. Z’ remained under the blanket back inside with her love, so happy to have gotten this incredible honor to bond with her like this.

“I..
I don’t know what to say.”

She just smiled, so happy for so many reasons, and stayed quiet for a minute, letting you imagine and think…
“For now, just rest,” she suggested. “We can talk more about our city when you feel better –after we have had something to eat, and certainly during some of the upcoming hauls.”

“yes, dear..”

“I love when you call me things like that,” she said, still subtly rocking with you.
“You know you make my day every day, and my night every night?”
-still on her side facing you, now with her head back a bit, allowing her to look in your eyes, hers so full of serenity and love-

nods shyly, her face a little pink

Inching back toward your face, she kissed your lips very sweetly several times, then moved her head back just enough to look into your eyes a little while longer. “I’m gonna fall asleep soon; …maybe in half an hour.” Her arms still around you, it would be clearly conveyed through the way they and her hands rested around you that she didn’t want to let go.

“If you need to use the bathroom or something, you’d better do it before I fall asleep; I’m gonna want to hold onto you the whole night through.”

kisses and does indeed use the bathroom, bringing water and more snacks for the two of them

smiles as she watches you go, and smiles more as she watches you return, then holds the blanket up and open for you to get settled back in and tangled back up with her under it

wraps herself around her honey and lays her head on her chest, tracing random shapes on her thighs

Eventually her eyelids feel heavy and start to convince her to finish letting them close. Her breathing starts sounding like that of someone slipping into full restfulness and deep sleep. Every now and then she slightly tenses, then relaxing back all the way… asleep.

smiles, affection in her eyes as she drifts off, stroking and staring at the cutie in front of her
“goodnight, sweetheart”

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(days later)
“You may have heard how many centuries or even millennia old each of the interstellar empires out here claim to be. As you might imagine, given how much bigger the rest of the Universe is, there have been other such empires, and others still exist out there.” She did not go on to say that her father’s was one of them.

“You may also have heard about very different technological development trajectories, such as those of the Jove who altered the entirety of their own DNA, or the Triglavians who wield the wormhole fairly well. Some technologies are so different… that people out here have no way, even with all their clever and advanced sensors and other gadgetry, of even detecting them. What may appear to be ruins or meaningless background ‘noise’, for example, could be something else.” She again paused for a few seconds, hoping her pauses would give enough time for each concept to be processed as much as her audience might need it to.

“Please consider how devastated the victims of the Triglavians felt when they lost their sovereignty and trade routes. Consider the emotional hells the Caldari and Gallente civilians are still going through in the prolonged aftermath of their home system-splitting civil war. If you were one of them, or one of the survivors of a planet-wide Blood Raiders harvest invasion, would you be able to stay sane and carry on?” That, too, was allowed to sink in.

“Now I would like for you to imagine how advanced the Amarr or Jove or Triglavians or Blood Raiders or anyone might be… if they had not been set back by cataclysms and wars. Would the Amarr have conquered everyone? –or even begun in the first place? Would the Jove have solved their own problems… or even become a breakaway civilization at all? Would the Triglavians have harnessed every wormhole there ever was? Would the Blood Raiders have ever become dependent upon their namesake? …Given several more millennia, could yet another group of people have figured out things that make every last one of those others seem obsolete and negligible?” It was a lot to think about; entire development timelines and possibilities, so many factors known and unknown.

“No matter how advanced and alien anyone or anything might become, there is still that chance that some things, however primitive by comparison, may still be regarded by the given entity as unpleasant, unwanted. It is good, in my opinion, to try and sense and respect such feelings. Friendships and partnerships are based on that kind of thinking; interest, care, and manners.” Was she still hinting at aspects of the place she had told Calla exists?

“There is no way for the people of New Eden to follow us to the city. A very powerful system has been kept in place to ensure that. Still, we would prefer they never even hear a single rumor, lest one seduce them enough to try. We would not allow any uninvited visitors. Ours is a city of peace and health, and the minds of most people out here in New Eden are not filled with or set to that –and it is not our place to reset them; it is only each individual’s own.”

She somewhat changed subjects now. “Would peace and happiness become boring to you?” Calla would likely not be in Inisfree long enough for any desire for battle or glory to set back in, but it still seemed worth asking. She had enjoyed her budding relationship with Z’, and her overnight visit to her ranch, but those were fairly different things; little blips that lasted only hours at a time, not total realm changes that lasted a hundred times longer (a full week or more).

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While en route back to Soliara III, Z’ spoke a bit further about their upcoming destination after this waypoint. “Some researchers believe everyone out here in New Eden came from one solar system. I have not yet looked into whether anyone else was already here when those travelers arrived, or if anyone got wiped out or convinced to leave, but I was told an interesting story once; there was once a terrible regime on a planet faraway, and it took generations to un-entrench it. The survivors who had managed to live to see that day… did something to make sure the ones responsible for the horrors of that regime would never make their way back to that world; they banished even their descendants to worlds faraway, isolating entire blood-lines out across Deep Space, …even to the point of deporting them through wormholes to locations their navigation systems were unable to pinpoint or backtrack from. Even to the point of destroying some of those wormholes.” There was little point in saying more on that topic.

“There are a handful of people who know a way around the wormholes. We are, when we depart from Soliara, going to be taking one of those ways. It is perfectly safe.” They would land at the ranch like they had before, then go into one of its larger hangars –which was built to extend out from one of the adjacent foothills, made to look like a normal hangar, but this one contained another starship.

For a split second, if outside the ship they had boarded in that ranch hangar, Calla would have seen everything blurring gray… and then all would appear normal again; their ship was still in a hangar, …but it was not the same hangar. From her seat inside the ship, it would feel as though they had not yet taxied out for takeoff. Now they were; the hangar doors parted from the middle, sliding laterally on their tracks, until the ship was able to hover forward through the widening opening… out into the daylight.

Up into the sky the ship was piloted, and that sky looked like it does on most habitable worlds; sky blue, partly cloudy, familiar and comfortable. Below, if she looked out her window, the terrain would look normal, too; some mountain chains here and there, some valleys and bodies of water, and a color scheme of mostly greens, tans, and browns. It was wholly unremarkable –for those used to flying and colonized worlds.

It was 23361 A.D.. It had been 21 millennia and almost half a century since nearly every last human had been evicted and deported from the Earth; that planet was considerably different now. Calla was about to find out just how much.

During those millennia, the Elves and others who had reconquered the outer surface of that world… had been working together to re-find and unearth all the pyramids the humans hadn’t managed to destroy. With all of them unearthed, and even the ones once submerged now above sea level and ready to be fixed, the coming millennia would include a concentrated effort to bring all those ancient devices back online –and networked. Those structures had, except for a handful in Egypt and other lands, been intentionally buried to help protect them from how the ancient beings had foreseen the humans would, in the modern era, become; insecure, meddlesome, and destructive.

One by one, as the teams of Elves, Merfolk, and others finished clearing off, exposing, checking, and returning the removed capstones to the pyramids around the world, their re-activations helped restore massive forcefields and manifestation amplifiers, allowing the shared vision of those teams to start raising the oceans back up into the sky… and even raising and lowering entire continents to how they once had been. With lands such as Atlantis back out in the air, and the atmosphere thicker like it originally had been, the Earth was much better able to shield and protect itself –and harbor the gigantic lifeforms of myth and legend.

Eventually (even more millennia ahead) that would provide enough natural energy to relight the long-lost mountain-sized towers that had, in the very distant past, before the first humans even existed, provided worldwide light… before the Sun existed, too. The process of restoring such towering structures and powerful light sources was expected to take a couple million years –minus the 21 millennia it already had. For now, it was still in its first of several phases; the standalone peaks which looked like giant petrified tree stumps were being gradually and carefully chiseled away at to help thaw them out and reshape them into what would accept and hold that energy best, like lighthouses the size of something thousands of times bigger than any skyscraper.

Simultaneously, there was also a deforestation-reversal project going on. It would complete in another three million years and some change, then be followed by an equally-long era of all the stabilized grasslands turning back into baby forests. After that, the last deserts of Earth would become meadows again, their sands finally fully cleared away, revealing the vast expanses of ruins they, like the oceans and landslides, had intentionally kept concealed from the humans, unreachable, thus un-destroyable.

Those mountain-sized buttes or plateaus were also in the early stages of re-sprouting; for millions of years ahead, they would be slowly un-petrifying, re-becoming the miles-wide and miles-tall region-shading mega-flora which had predated the first dinosaurs. For ~63 million years, this thawing and re-sprouting would take place, followed by ~63 million years of a restful lull as they built up their strength to regrow even more, followed by more ~63-million-year intervals of regrowth and rest… until mountain-sized trunks had risen up… and sprouted mountain-sized branches… which would sprout comparably-gigantic leaves and fruits.

As if that wasn’t world-changing enough, that was all also happening during the start of a ~16.4 billion years process which would eventually affect many worlds. Unearthing and reactivating the hidden pyramids was to facilitate and expedite the raising of the oceans back up to become the thicker atmosphere-based world-shield that filtered cosmic radiation better and made it possible for the people still on Earth to have fewer distractions and challenges while they focused on re-lighting the Great Lamps which had, for an Age, been all that remained of the spirits and forms of the greatest trees of Olde. When those mountaintops again glowed with sunlight-bright energy -like the good version of the Tower of Sauron- it was largely what would finish thawing / un-petrifying and re-sprouting/growing them back into what were known as World Trees. When enough World Trees had fully regrown, the Worlds Tree -greatest tree of all- would be able to return –and that was a tree so unfathomably giant… it would reconnect and re-stabilize the whole of the Universe itself; worlds in many systems currently still separated in many galaxies… which are remnants of the fragmented pieces of the Worlds Tree that once was.

Humans on Earth had not had this vision or cared for such things. They had ruined every land they landed on, scaring, disgusting, and chasing away any who tried to do anything healing or otherwise good. Fortunately, their bullying and technological addiction had turned inward after there was no one else left to alienate or harass into hiding; they made themselves incredibly dependent, weak, and obsessed with going back into Space where they, though they had forgotten, had come from.

In the first moments of 2013, a new force they had not thought possible rose up out of the waves off their coastlines… and attacked, wiping out their entire civilization overnight, not even leaving a single building foundation, body, or piece of trash as evidence human civilization on Earth had ever existed. 6,000,000 humans had been preselected to be spared, allowed to rebuild 39 cities after secretly being moved to a facility where 6 ships bigger than aircraft carriers would house and ferry them after that global purge and reboot. Another 144,000 humans had been deemed good enough to not only be kept alive, but be spared even the reconstruction effort; they would instead go straight to new Inisfree… where they would be taught how to interact peacefully with the new race who had wiped out the rest of their kind.

For three centuries, those 39 rebuilt cities had been allowed to spread back out, the Inisfreeans seeing how the 6,000,000 spared would choose to repopulate and try again. If they became wayward and planet-wrecking like before, there would be no third chance for their species. Megacities formed, nuclear wars were fought and worse, and the nonhuman peoples of the Earth had had enough.

Dragons came out of hiding in 2313 A.D. and razed the rebuilt human civilization back to its foundations. They even chased any humans daring to remain on Earth after the declared species-deportation deadline… up into the sky, un-phased by the lasers of their starships, the dragon claws ripping their hulls wide open and sending many flaming wrecks spiraling back down to the burning surface or drowning waves. As in 2013, billions of humans were extinguished. Those who made it off-world in time… fled to colonies on other worlds… and never dared attempt a return.

Powerful magic preserved all the nonhuman lands back on Earth… while the planet itself chose to turn rather quickly in a new direction, causing the pole-shift requested by the leaders of the nonhuman peoples who knew that was what it would take to make big-enough waves and fast-enough winds to wipe away the ruins of the megacities the dragons had set ablaze. When the planet turned in a new direction like that, it took a while for the oceans to change direction, thus tidal waves and hurricane-force winds quickly occurred and took many days to calm back down. That was 21 millennia and almost half a century ago, the day Calla arrived via portal into the sky above that heavily-reshaped world.

A dragon could be seen rising up in the distance off to the side of her spaceship, distinct even at a few hundred meters outside her window. It was seeing what was up with the unexpected vessel that looked to be of banned-human creation. Did it need to bank toward it and attack?

“Those people are Earth’s air traffic control now, and have been for more than 21,000 years,” Z’ explained. “After centuries of trying to reason with the humans, and after the catastrophic failure of their civilization we allowed them to rebuild, everyone realized that nothing short of the force of actual dragons would ever get them to stop trashing this place.”

The dragon could sense it was not humans inside their flying ship, but Z’ and a humanoid; the fox-girl. It banked away from them, letting them pass. No dragon would attack them now.

Their flight continued over many lands and seas, all void of any cities or air traffic like those now dominating the colonized worlds of New Eden, far behind them now. The oceans were all shallower than they had been when the humans had been forced to leave the Earth, and eventually would be only scattered big lakes several stories deep. Groups of unearthed pyramids were where the mountain ranges of most of the landmasses they were still flying over had been.

Then a white sliver appeared on the horizon ahead of them… and slowly spread out until it was apparent they were headed to a polar region blanketed in snow and ice. City-sized icebergs were soon under their flying ship, and then jagged steep mountains smashed thin and vertical by extreme glaciation; the dark terrain spires of Antarctica were in view, standing hundreds of stories tall, like titan-sized daggers and ax blades few might ever dare to climb.

“This was once the home of Inisfree; my father traveled to this polar desert to start his own city that long ago. It cost him a lot, but to turn back during the era of human occupation would have cost him far more. He held on way out here for years and years, until Inisfree was self-sustaining and powerful, and the health taken from him by the humans… gradually returned.”

They finished flying over the white continent, Z’ pointing out a bowl-shaped crater-like lake ten miles wide… which had been the mountain Inisfree was built upon and down into, eventually separated from the rest of that land and lifted up off the surface, flown to a new location, their city having become that advanced, by prophecy and design. It had moved several times like that since, always moving its entire mountain with it, it now anchored in the middle of the shallower Atlantic… helping risen Atlantis continue to re-stabilize, back above the waves.

“It is cloaked behind a miles-wide artificial mirage; we made our city’s forcefield act like an optical illusion from the outside. Whatever is around the landing site of Inisfree, outsiders will see more of; when Inisfree was started in Antarctica, anyone driving or flying by could only see a continuation of the icy terrain and blizzards, and now they see only the unbroken waterways and restored plains of Atlantis. When our flight gets us much closer to Inisfree’s perimeter wall, only then will that illusion fade, revealing that mile-tall wall. We will land on its other side, at our air-and-spaceport.”

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calla looks out the windows of the shuttle with awe, seeing a like, but almost alien world out there nearly shrieking in panic as she sees the dragon and gripping zee’s leg quite hard. Calming down after being consoled and finding out they will NOT be taken out of the sky, she begins to enjoy the sights and looks forward to the smells of this new place

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Z’ was startled when her leg got gripped like that, but she soon understood and grinned, putting her arm back around her lovely Calla for the rest of their approach to the city.

Their vessel was now approaching what appeared to be a dimming dome ten miles wide and five miles tall; it was a massive area on the restored ground in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean which kept getting darker, as if somehow there was a shadow in the shape of a semi-circle standing up like a mountain-sized shadow beneath a rainbow-sized arch that was not visible. A mile-tall wall ten miles long then appeared where that shadow-like dim dome of a mirage met the Atlantis terrain. It was like a perfectly-straight cliff as tall as those of the Grand Canyon.

Z’ continued speaking normally. “The Amarr are too body-shy and religious for the people here.
The Caldari are too cold emotionally.
The Gallente are too chaotic and body-altering.
The Jove are even more body-altering.
The Minmatar are too divided.
All of them are too warring and strange-looking to us and our allies here.
There are a handful of exceptions in all of their ranks, of course, but by and large they are not considered compatible enough with us to ever come here.
You are one of a very tiny percentage of a percentage of all the people there who we pre-screened for potential interviews.
We may end up accepting only hundreds from New Eden as our family-business scouting there continues in the years ahead.
We may end up accepting no more at all.
Time will tell.”
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By the time she’d finished that last sentence, it looked like their descent was too steep; like it would send them crashing straight into that mile-tall cliff-like perimeter wall. They weren’t slowing down, either. The dim dome ahead now dominated half the sky, they were so close to it, and then suddenly… it began to look like the rest of the sky again… and the towering wall they were right about to speed and smash into… was gone, another split-second gray-out occurring, as if an unseen storm cloud had just formed and been flown through.

Their ship was now on the inside of Inisfree’s perimeter, the wall behind it, the city-covering sky-dome above them and looking like normal bright-blue partially-cloudy sky. There was a mighty, conical, flat-topped, ring-crowned, central mountain ahead, centered on the land within the square perimeter, and it had a few narrow waterfalls pouring off its summit. Its slope fanned down and out to the left side, as their flight was facing it, its right side abruptly becoming a sandstone-colored cliff halfway down.

There was also a huge spherical building up against where the foothills of that central mountain met the beach of a rectangular lake, and an amusement park roughly half a square mile, and a small desert -with what looked to be a little volcano between it and the amusement park. A very big tree -nearly as tall as the inside face of one side of the square perimeter wall- was also one of the last obvious features within the wall she would be able to plainly see before they landed.
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Before Calla had time to really commit to memory more details of that majestic landscape, their ship banked into a landing spiral, the view out her window becoming that of the wide tarmac full of runways and landing pads below. Once it had maneuvered into the vertical flight path prescribed by the tower personnel, it leveled out and hovered straight down onto the assigned circular paved area. “Thank you for flying Inisfree Spaceways,” Z’ recited like a flight attendant. “Welcome to Inisfree –and Earth.”

The long building façade of three levels of nearly two dozen terminal gates from side to side, each gate separated by a gray-stone castle-like partition extending out from the building, each of those partitions pouring a waterfall from its top edge down into its own basin, each of those waterfalls generating billowing mist and a mini rainbow, was now out her window. Old-fashioned (to the eyes of someone accustomed to private Spacecraft) aircraft -all private or corporate jets- taxied to and from the tarmac-level gates between those waterfall partitions. The middle level had white flying saucers hovering to and from its docking hatches, never touching the pavement.

Much closer to their landing pad halfway out across the spacious tarmac, a luxury sedan was driving over to park where it would only be a few steps from the lowering ramp of their vessel.
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Z’ unbuckled and stood up, straightening out her dress before offering Calla her arm to hook hers around. “Shall we?” she smiled warmly. They could exit together, starting the tour.

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can barely take her eyes off the world around her, the fox’s view only broken by the tugging on her arm, entwining it with zee’s

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The moment they started walking out of their ship, Calla might notice the air; it was 100% clean, no pollution of any kind in or within thousands of miles of the city, and it was kept by various technologies at ideal humidity and in the 60s (°F).

She might also notice how silent the airport was; even though there were dozens of air- and spacecraft coming and going, none of them made a sound. They had no exhaust fumes coming out, either. It was as if every little engineering detail had been reviewed and revised until they were so streamlined and efficient that they could be mistaken for lifelike holograms.

“Hi,” their naked chauffeur warmly smiled, stepping in to hug Z’ as if they were best friends or family. She looked like a teen supermodel, and her hair was slowly changing colors –as were the irises of her eyes. Her voice was as musical, sexy, and upbeat as Z’s usually was. Easing out of that hug, she offered one to Calla next. “Where to?”
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Z’ looked to Calla and then back to the chauffeur with her own winning smile, saying confidently, “Please take us on the week-long version of the tour.” She remembered how much time Calla had said she could allot for this first visit, so that now determined how much they would try to see each of those days.

Their taxi was as silent as the air- and spacecraft; its engine could not be heard at all. That may have meant it was an electric vehicle. It was also, of course, very high-end, and some of those vehicles had been so well-made, even since the 2nd millennium, that some buyers had requested they be made less so, as it could sometimes become disorienting to be driving in that much quiet.

Driving alongside one of the runways, and getting closer to the airport terminals building with its many parallel waterfalls and gates, the multi-story house-sized colorful crystals hovering inside it became visible through some of its ‘window-walls’; floor-to-ceiling transparent-metal panels affording everyone on the waiting-seats inside the best possible view of all the traffic and their majestic snow-topped central mountain miles behind it all.
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While other luxury vehicles were driving through (in) the terminals-building itself, ferrying people this way and that inside its lengthy span, the one outside which was transporting Z’ and Calla instead turned to approach a commercial airplane-sized square area on the tarmac off to one side. It was a larger version of the fighter-jet elevator-platforms used on aircraft carriers. This was their way down and out from their side of the terminals-building.

It wasn’t easy to spot from their approach (the tall perimeter wall having blocked any view of the airport from the outside, and then their descent being a spiral directly down onto it), but upon being driven to the lift, their sedan then lowered down several stories to ground-level, Calla would now see that all the runways were all on a surface 27 stories up. The entire airport looked like it was on massive stilts bigger and wider than most trees ever got. They looked like expensive, detailed, artistic, Titan-sized Chess pieces, all in a perfect grid of rows and columns –and between them were hovering stacks of a few to several flying saucers; they parked them under the runways like that, not in hangars.

They drove out from under the runways once their lift had lowered them all those hundreds of feet down, onto a paved street that was white, not black like asphalt or gray like concrete, and toward the on-ramp of a super-highway 16 lanes across –with both normal-looking vehicles and three-story drivable actual houses of varying styles. Bicycling and jogging trails wove alongside and underneath its overpasses. There was even a parallel watercraft lane out past both shoulders, jet-skis and small speedboats passing by via it. A sightseeing trolley track was also parallel.
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Up on the highway, Calla would see it, too, was paved a matte white, its surface pristine, void of any tire marks, and inlaid with big swirls of gold like flat metallic ivy. All the vehicles driving by on other lanes had white tires (with tractor-sized white tires for the 3-story driven houses); that was how the Inisfreeans were able to keep their white streets and highways so new-looking. Its median was raised and landscaped, with a virtually endless line of alternating fountains, grass spots, and fit female statues in both directions, lining that middle berm bisecting the highway for miles.

“The healthy female form is honored here, not covered up; that is why we made so many statues of it, celebrating our form and discipline,” Z’ began the tour-guide narration while their driver kept her eyes on the road ahead. “Would you like to get settled in first, or see about something to eat?”

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looks around with wonder and eyes wide open, so much so that people might think they are stuck that way as she looks out at the alien landscape, watching yet more new things passing her by, astonished such things even exist. Trying not to blush at all the nakedness, supposedly used to it from her time in a harem, she still turns red slightly as she goes both ways and can’t help but think everyone is incredibly attractive. Keeping her hand either in zee’s, or touching her body in some way, almost like an anchor, the fox continues to look around and enjoy the tour, stomach rumbling a little bit and grinning sheepishly “I wouldn’t mind something to eat…”

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She adored how Calla was using her as that kind of anchor, and she kept her own arm around Calla, half because she knew it would help stabilize or ‘ground’ her during this literally-otherworldly outing/date of theirs, and half for selfish reasons; she loved how her fox-girl felt, and it always turned Z’ on to touch her.

She also was very happy to see Calla’s positive and excited reaction to the city her father and their kind had worked so hard on for so many generations. Inisfree has been a gigantic undertaking, and really a lifelong and now-eternal endeavor. It was one of the biggest projects they could have ever imagined, and it had always been intended to inspire, refresh, and provide pleasure and relief for good people such as her star-fox.
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Now being driven on the Glowing Art Highway (GAH) just out from under the edge of the high-up runways-surface, Calla would be able to see that the exit-ramp of their towering air-and-spaceport was in the shape of a giant UFO almost as big as a small town.

With a diameter of 1/4 of a mile (the same diameter as an Inisfreean Dropship), this flying saucer shaped, all-lanes exit-ramp of the Civilian Aerospaceport houses the corkscrew-like spiral of the entire 16-lanes GAH.

Their driver, helping Z’ narrate Calla’s tour, said the only other places in Inisfree which have super-highway corkscrews like it are within the Uber Geode, the Uber Sphynx, and the smaller (fewer than all 16 lanes) GAH sections wrapping up and down around the largest of Sotu‘s skyscrapers and (in Sotu’s Under-concavity) ground-scrapers (stalactite-style buildings) –which Calla would get to see later on this tour.
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Next, still driving along that GAH section parallel to one long-side of the airport, they approached what looked like a standalone waterfall as big as Niagara, except not fed by a river… and somehow flowing up instead of down.

Situated over the slope of the Civilian Aerospaceport’s terrain border between its landing strips and the Glowing Art Highway, this unique Inisfreean water feature uses repulsine (electrogravitic / antigravity) technology, rather than the more primitive pumps and jet-nozzles of water fountains, to create this special effect of flowing water moving uphill, rather than down.

width of the water of this water-rise: 1,898′
total width of the structure: 2,190′
depth (front to back) = 292′, half for the flowing water, and half for its basin
height: 146′
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(edit here:  They’d have to take a turnaround loop, then go back around the aerospaceport, seeing its on-ramp building, since there is no GAH-section on the map the other way.)
Turning to take another direction of one of those impressive super-highway sides-weave ‘clovers’ of their city, they were now heading off at 90 degrees from their previous GAH section. This route was taking them toward a low mountain range ‘elbow’ up ahead. There looked to be a pass (tunnel) built into/through it, and as they continued their approach… its Egyptian-temple features became easier to make out.

“This is Four Pharaohs Pass,” their driver announced in her professional and sexy tour-guide voice, “also known as Abu Simbel Pass; for the older structure that inspired it.”
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With one end based on the Temple of Ramses II at Abu Simbel, and the opposite end based on the Nefertari Temple, this highway section passes through a gigantic tunnel allowing terrestrial vehicular access from one side of the local mountain range to the other.

The tunnel itself is lined with Titan-sized humanoid statues serving as both breathtakingly beautiful physique art as well as structural reinforcement. Instead of male or clothed figures, however, all Inisfreean highway and tunnel support pillars and columns are perfectly proportional, nude teenage female forms.

To complete the ‘look and feel’ of this attraction, sand dunes cover the otherwise flat stone floor that spans the length of this tunnel. The tube that encases the passage is unseen; between the rectangular prism ‘room’ (corridor) and the earth of the mountain range itself.

This Inisfreean Construct (I.C.) has 7 distinct sections; 1) the ruins atop the mountain ridge it passes through, 2) the stand-alone towers atop this same ridge, 3) the fortress gate serving as a topside access facility, 4) the port on the side of the Civilian Aerospaceport, 5) the pass itself; the tunnel with its alternating chambers of enclosed hangars and skylight courtyards, 6) the port on the side of the Theme-park, and 7) the Sudanese mini-pyramids on the way out past this port.

This tunnel, years after its construction, was modified to include residential spaces for thousands of future residents and guests.
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Coming out the other end of that Egyptian-themed and now-inhabited mountain-pass, off to their left of the white-and-gold super-highway was a multi-story parking-garage spanning ~3/4 of a mile along its long/GAH-side. It had room for many thousands of personal vehicles, and all of them were luxurious and well-maintained. Thousands of people were moving to and from its levels, making their way through pedestrian underpasses and landscaped pedestrian overpasses to their city’s even more-massive amusement park on the other side; the right side of the GAH they were still being driven upon.
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Their driver took an exit-ramp that got them across to the left side of the GAH and up into that vast parking-garage. Slowing down to a smooth stop, she turned on the sedan’s hazard-blinkers to let other drivers know to go around them, and she stepped out of the driver’s section, walked over to the curbside passenger-door of the sedan, and opened it for Calla and Z’, offering them one of her hands to hold onto to help them as they stepped out and stood up. “I’ll pick you up here when you’re ready for the next part of the tour,” she smiled, hugging them both goodbye until then.
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After walking along one of the landscaped pedestrian overpasses, all the way over and past the 16-lanes super-highway, its many luxury vehicles and mobile 3-story houses moving along below them, their motion signaling square sections of their respective lanes to softly light up from within in advance of them, Z’ showed Calla to the amusement-park’s main gates. More friendly people politely approached to greet her and be introduced to her guest / new friend. Some hugged and kissed Z’ very lovingly, as if almost everyone here was already in a wonderful relationship with her and many others.
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Staying naked since Inisfree was technically her private family home, just one the size of a city, she warmly greeted all her friends and relatives there with hugs and kisses in return. They were very loving, carefree, flirty, and playful, and they chatted away, catching up without missing a beat; no matter how far away Z’ had been working, or how many years passed between her returns to this special city of theirs, it was as if no time had passed at all. Z’ told them of her many studies and scouting across the other galaxy, and they had many questions and compliments.
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Entering her city’s amusement park’s main gates, she walked beside Calla, arm still lovingly around her back, and got a little cotton-candy cone for them to share, then a vegan corn-dog on a stick to share, both to whet Calla’s appetite for what was to come. “Can’t go to the theme-park without these two,” she smiled and musically ‘chirped’ about carnival-food tradition. Calla would see and smell the funnel-cake stands and other food-vendors out along the theme-park’s street-like walkways, as well.
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The restaurants in Inisfree’s amusement park were all labeled on the back-lit outdoor-map near the entrance.
They included the ‘old’ (original/first) restaurants added to this attraction of their city:

1. The Cheesecake Factory: American/Eclectic
2. Nice Buns: Bakery (not just desserts)
3. Auzdein’s Esslokal: Custom & Signature
4. The Ledbury: English (from London)
5. L’Arpège: French (from Paris)
6. Vendôme: German (from Bergisch Gladbach, near Cologne)
7. Compass Mykonos: Greek (from Greece)
8. Saffron Table: Indian​ (from Montana)
9. Maggiano’s: Italian (from Texas)
10. The Ninja: Japanese (from New York)
11. Moon Park: Korean (from Sydney)
12. Ramses: Mediterranean (from California)
13. Taco Diner: Mexican (inspired by its namesake in The Shoppes at Legacy)
14. Genghis Grill: Mongolian (from the U.S.)
15. Anasazi: Native American (from Santa Fe)
16. CPK: Pizza (from the U.S.)
17. Slanted Door: Vietnamese (from San Francisco)

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as well as the new ones; those added years later, once attendance increased a lot:

1. 264 Fresco
2. Aloha Poke Bar
3. Arte Gastronómico Ushuaia
4. Bigfoot Natural Café
5. Bin22 (of Jackson)
6. Black Walnut Cafe
7. Cafe Rio
8. Famous Dave’s Bar-B-Que (for their catfish tenders, etc.)
9. Glacier Brewhouse
10. Good Ramen
11. Ki’ Xocolatl
12. Kiiwik
13. Loving Hut
14. Manik Bal
15. Montana Ale Works
16. Moose’s Tooth Pub & Pizzeria
17. P. F. Chang’s
18. Panera Bread
19. Plonk Bozeman
20. Poki Poki
21. Rubio’s Coastal Grill
22. Smoothie King
23. Snake River Grill (of Jackson)
24. Starwood Cafe
25. Sweet Basil Bistro
26. The Blue Lion (of Jackson)
27. The Kitchen (of Jackson)
28. The Naked Café
29. The Original Pancake House (for the “Dutch baby”, of course; that signature extra-wide pancake with turned-up bowl-like sides)
30. Three Forks
31. Trio | An American Bistro (of Jackson)
32. Triumph Café & Restó Ushuaia
33. TruFire Kitchen & Bar
34. Urban Plates
35. Veggie Grill
36. Vitology
37. Wild Sage (of Jackson)
38. Yak & Yeti Himalayan Restaurant
39. Zydeco Cafe

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Nearby was one of the spans of the park’s “Lazy River”. Its water was swimming-pool blue, clean and clear as ever, and sparkling on its surface, the light cast down to its pale-paved bottom and smooth-curved sides creating that familiar visual effect all the best pools and waterways have. Almost everyone in it was naked and riding an inner-tube.
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Also near them was an open-sided bumper-cars building, its many colorful lights and mirrored-wall creating another cool visual effect. A small line of people and watchers wrapped around it. Inside, friendly laughter could be heard as little cushioned collisions happened over and over, everyone doing their best to gain speed so as to best-bump their friends.
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Another ride was a reinforced boat-‘car’ carrying a dozen or so people. It moved slowly around a turn before going down a boat-sized slide that sent it splashing into the deeper water down below at ground level. The splash was always big enough, boat by boat, to soak anyone brave enough to stand on the splash-bridge that arched over the end of that ride’s route.
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Then, of course, there were the many rollercoasters.
including one inside a pitch-black building,
one that spiraled down into a building-enclosed pit of swirling optical illusions,
and even a rollercoaster whose ‘trains’ (linked passenger-cars) were all shaped like bigger versions of fighter-jets –and which actually took off, flying up out of their amusement-park, and following a preset flight-path elsewhere over the city before it returned

Other rides for thrill-seekers included hammer-like pods that riders could rotate via joysticks within
and rides which hung and spun people in chairs out over the tops of buildings
or which simply dropped their elevator-like booths down several stories before slowing them to a safe stop, the people inside then exiting amidst woops and squeals.

While Calla was told of and pointed to all those different rides, she would also be walking past far-milder mini-attractions, such as the bonk-a-mole,
and simple games of toss.

Z’ made the decision of their first meal in Inisfree an easy one, walking with Calla into one of the nice restaurants which lined the Lazy River all the way around the park.

Inside, she’d find that many of the tables were swim-up; people in bathing suits or nothing at all could dip down into hottub-like booths and be served while they sat or floated there. The tables were set with the kind of electrum-ware Z’ had brought out for that breakfast-in-bed/sofa she’d made for Calla back in her suite in New Eden.

Naked gorgeous young-looking waitresses brought out plenty of samplers for them to try, rivaling the campsite meal which Calla had been treated to at Z’s ranch on Soliara III.

All those hors d’oeuvres were displayed atop ‘living platters’; nyotaimori; on the prone bodies of models.

Z’s main course was brought out and set down on one of the naked girls now lying on their swim-up table; avocado toast loaded a few inches high.

some corn cakes, likewise well-topped, were brought out next

They could wash it down with their choice of fruity sparkling beverages or whatever else Calla might be thirsty for.

Z’ also had a small sharable bowl of flavorful soup for dessert.

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Calla had likely noticed by now that everyone in their city was in great shape and looking to be in the prime of their lives. There was no sickness or signs of aging there; only health and youthful vitality. If she asked, any could explain that the reason that was possible and common or universal in their realm was that they did their best to harm nothing, and they focused on themselves and each other rather than anything else, thus peace and prosperity was bountiful and reflected back onto them.

She might also have seen that fully human-looking people were the exception, not the norm; many had dagger-like elven ears, or cat-slit eyes, or walked with more sway or swish in their hips, hinting that those latter were the serpent-people called Naga. Many also had angelic wings and flew about as often as they landed to walk. Some in the Lazy River had mermaid tails of brilliantly-colored scales. There were also some who stood only a few feet tall; Fairies in their ‘big’ form, their kind usually being Tinkerbell-size outside of Inisfree. A few even openly shapeshifted into their panther or wolf forms and back, as desired, such as when they were asked to show off a little. Some were also subtly bioluminescent; their eyes generated a romantic level of light –if not all of their exposed skin along with them.
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The males of all these humanoid races stood up to ~6′ tall, most closer to 5’9″, while all females in the realm were under 5’7″. Their sexes were proudly distinct in additional ways, as well; males greeted each other by smacking their forearms long-ways together, gripping one another’s muscles near the elbow instead of shaking hands, and females stepped up and slipped into nuzzling hugs with caresses and dreamy gazes, almost purring their affection for everyone. The males wore their hair in masculine Elven or Viking styles, partially braided, while the females had feminine styles, heavily and more-intricately/complexly braided and accented with highlights or flowers. Male voices were tenor, bass, or baritone, while females spoke in the soprano or alto ranges. The few females who chose to wear any clothes all had form-fitting, expensive-looking, diaphanous ones, and tended to stay barefoot, whereas males were opaque vests, tunics, kilts, and hiking sandals, very Roman-warrior looking.

Most of the petite females rode on the shoulders of the males. Almost all females held hands with someone or multiple people. Walking alone was perfectly normal, too, though, and everyone defaulted to the positive, whether seeing people choosing to stroll alone, or being one themselves at times; everyone respected each other’s moments of need for company as much as their moments for personal space and individual thought.

More than three dozen distinct languages were being conversed in all around them; dialects of Aesir, Ainur (Valar and Maiar), Angelic, Anunnaki, Asari, Aspara, Atlantean, Chiss, Djinn, Draconic, Draenei, Elven (Blood, Drow, Eldar, Night, Woodland, etc.), Fairy, Gorean, Illithid, Kryptonian, Lemurian, Majesdanian, Merfolk, Naga, Pantheran, Pleiadian, Seiliu/Sevit, Tamaranean, Thanagarian, Themysciran, Valyrian, Vanir, and more. The vampires tended to speak ancient languages such as Sumerian.
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English and German were the most-heard human languages, and there was Arabic, Chinese, Farsi/Persian, Japanese, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish, Swahili, and other major ones. They were still being spoken the way they had existed before the New Eden evolutions and dialects of them evolved near the time of the EVE Gate. Calla would be hearing all the root-words of her birth-language.

The Inisfree-born girls had languages of their own; one was based on a fusion of all their favorite spoken languages, another based on how they moved and changed the colors of their eyes, a third based on sexual touch and kegels, the fourth entirely of tongue contact like French kisses but more specific (where each tooth a tongue tip touched, and the direction the tongue tip moved, and whether it was lightly tapping or evenly dragging itself, all meant different letters or other things), and their fifth being a technopathic computer-code so rapid and layered that only their own supercomputer brains could detect and make sense of it.

Though there were no children or younger present, everyone looked like a teenager or young adult. Even with some of them being centuries or even millennia old, none showed it the way humans outside their realm tended to. People allowed direct contact with Inisfree just stopped withering as they aged, especially if that contact was recurrent and mutually agreeable. Many had also already figured out the keys to immortality on their own –if they hadn’t been born or made that way from the start.
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It was easy to tell the Inisfreeans apart from everyone else, as their hair was always the most colorful, if not entirely in ‘rainbow mode’; all the colors at once. Their hair was also the only kind that could change colors without being dyed. Their skin and the irises of their eyes had that ability, too.

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calla, preoccupied with everything around her, would not be as self conscious as she normally is, each breath a joy to her lungs. Seeing all the different species, she can’t but help feeling a sense of attraction to most of them, blushing a bit as she not so obviously checks out their forms, moving from one to the other…although wondering how the fairy thing would work. Moving on her eyes lit upon the males, admiring their strong muscles and almost impeccable clothing, how all of them are very stylish and look to be at peace with everything. Seeing most people holding hands, touching in some way or even being in larger groups, she can’t help but visualize being in one with a central figurehead.

The obviously unusual language, at least, unfamiliar to her, made her head cock to one side, catching only bits and pieces here and there. The shock of outrageous hair colors, even multicolor! made her mouth drop, loving all the different styles and colors immensely and getting a sense of freeness that she hadn’t felt anywhere else.

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The males and females alike were very aware of their surroundings, including the auras or vibes given off by everyone within range, and they were polite when people such as Calla took notice of them the way she had; the males looked her way and slightly bowed their heads or waved to her, and the females grinned ear to ear and blew kisses her way.

After their little feast of bite-size morsels, the two naked girls lying on their restaurant table gracefully eased up until they were sitting on the edge, chatted a bit with Z’, offered to shake or kiss Calla’s hands, and then were off on their way back to the kitchen or somewhere to get cleaned up before lying back down on a gurney to have someone else’s meal displayed atop them just like before. They took great pride in their work, having been found physically beautiful and flawless by the most-uncompromising city and species of all; the Inisfreeans. As they strode through the restaurant, that sense of belonging and accomplishment was obvious in how they carried themselves; confident gaits, chins held high, chests almost puffed up, shoulders back, hips swaying, and proud twinkles in their eyes. Having sculpted their bodies and studied numerous feminine subjects for decades, they had succeeded in graduating from the most academically-challenging educational system of all.
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“You’ve probably seen that most of the people in this city, like you and me, are something other than human,” Z’ began, their table now cleared. She was chatting a bit further to give Calla’s meal time to settle in her, that their walking back to the parking garage on the other side of the super-highway be easier. “There are still millions of humans here, but they are some of the last humans allowed on this planet, after the nature of their ancestors was twice found to be… less than kind,” she did her best to choose objective words, if positive ones were not easily thought of or honestly said. “Most of the humans here and elsewhere on this planet are, like you, naturally submissive, so you’ll see some of them employed as servants, some also collared and leashed when outside -and that is willing; we only accept those who enjoy that lifestyle and culture with us.”

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blushes and can’t help but smile and wave back, feeling a little out of sorts wearing as much clothes as she is. Her typical leather vest over tight, midriff baring shirt, leather pants and combat boots. Seeing some of the aforementioned humans with their leashes and or collars and blushing, a hand reaching up to touch her neck briefly as they walk and explore. Having enjoyed her meal and likely never to forget it

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This map shows how much of Inisfree she has seen by this time; the airport in the bottom corner, the tunnel pass, the parking garage, and the amusement park. The thick white line is the route the tour sedan drove. The narrower white line is where they walked over the highway and to the restaurant deeper in the park by the Lazy River.

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Back the way they’d entered the amusement park, out its main gate/s, and over that pedestrian bridge spanning the whole super-highway they walked. Inside the big parking garage, Z’ led the way to its back side; where another set of main gates was, this set through a pedestrian mountain tunnel pass… which opened up on the other side out into a smaller parking area just for off-roading pickup-trucks with big cages attached to their truck-beds. Some of the trucks had people in them, but none of the people were collared or shackled in any way; they were not captives or other ‘living cargo’ being human-trafficked; they were passengers, sightseers. The drivers of each of the cage-trucks all had the color-changing hair; they were Inisfreean girls.

Z’ explained, “The reason these people are in cages on the back of vehicles is because this is what we call a ‘reverse zoo’; instead of non-human animals in cages humans walk by, all the non-human animals are out in the open in big fields they can roam freely, and we help those animals feel safe by only viewing them from these vehicles which are driven only in designated parts of their fields by Inisfreeans like me.” She hoped Calla hadn’t had a little ‘start’ from seeing people being helped up into cages on vehicles parked in-convoy. It certainly could have been mistaken for another slaver operation.

If Calla trusted her enough to climb up in one of the truck-bed cages, Z’ would hold her hand the entire way, and take a seat on one of the side-benches inside the cage, keeping her arm around Calla the entire time. Another Inisfreean girl would close the cage door behind them, once the other passengers had boarded, and she would then get in the cab to start the truck and wait to drive it, in line with the matching zoo trucks, into the first fenced paddock.

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The first creatures their trucks drove past were white lions. The lions looked up from their daytime napping when they heard the passing vehicles, and seemed calm, even docile. One got up and walked over to a watering hole, lowering its head to lap at the crystal-clear water.

“All these animals here are people to us, and friends, even family. They, like everyone else in our city, are here by choice. Sometimes that is to vacation or catch up with long-time friends, sometimes it is to recover from upsetting surprises outside our realm.”
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There were a few Inisfreean girls walking out amongst the lions, rubbing their tummies and armpits, the lions purring at the affection, completely trusting of each other.
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White tigers were in the next paddock the convoy drove into. Like the lions, they were relaxed and just out enjoying the day. Some were grooming one another, while others bounded around in play, pouncing every now and then from their hiding spots in the grass, tackling their friends before roaming off again.

“Humans used to hunt all of these species. They drove some into hiding for generations. Some were thought to be extinct, even mythological. It was no small miracle they ever dared resurface and trust again.”
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Pangolins were in the third paddock entered. They looked like bigger armadillos. They had very long tongues, like those of ant-eaters.

“My father takes his reign very seriously,” Z’ spoke, somewhat on an unrelated tangent for the moment. “…Once, many millennia ago, he even banned the High Queen from returning here; she was a powerful goddess and had a bizarre telepathic outburst and threat that the entire kingdom heard. He immediately sided with us all, doing what all good kings should; he sacrificed his own relationship to protect as many of his people as he could. It sent a powerful message out in all directions; our king was trustworthy, honorable, and selfless, unruled by lust, able to control his own emotions. We all came to love and rally to him that much more. Everyone here realized in those moments that he saw us all as his family, not just her.”
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Griffins came into view next. They were like horse-sized eagles, all talons at the ends of their four feet. Standing with more of an air of pride and apex-predator readiness, they eyed the passing convoy the way one might expect birds-of-prey to, but they, like the others in this ‘reverse zoo’, did not attack.
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Hippogryphs were their ‘relatives’ past the next fence-line. Those had two hooves as their back feet, and talons on their front two feet. They also had unique short antlers. Their feathers were more colorful, too.

Z’ smiled to one near them, and it bowed its head, then trotted off and took flight.
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Unicorns were next, some gleaming white, others of other expected horse colors. Both the males and females had a single forehead-horn, like the land-equivalent of narwhals. Arguably the most-persecuted and endangered of all, at least millennia ago when humans were still dominant on the planet, they had retained their wise wariness of all things human-looking, and kept their distance, staying near a tree-line in their paddock which they could gallop back into for cover and evasion.
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Only the purest-of-heart could ever get anywhere near their kind, and usually only if they were wearing casual clothing or none at all, and kneeling or sitting down, clearly unarmed and innocent.
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One Inisfreean girl was snuggled up against a resting unicorn. Their rare friendship wasn’t just about familiarity, though; it trusted her because it could sense she was also there to protect it and all its family members. Anyone daring to bother a unicorn or the other non-human people in this realm, like Z’ had once revealed to Calla back in New Eden, would have hell to pay.
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Pegasi were horses of various colors in one of the final few paddocks, just with wings capable of getting them airborne just like the griffins and hippogryphs had.
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If approached too quickly, they could rise up to pummel with their powerful hooves, or kick like mules with their back ones, or simply flap their wings suddenly toward the aggressor, knocking them back with the wind alone.
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Those who were polite to them, however, were sometimes allowed to ride on their backs like normal horses -though this was risky business without a saddle and lots of training; one might slip off and fall quite a ways.
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The Wyvern-variant in the next paddock had the wings of a dragon (albeit smaller; proportional to this race’s size) or giant bat, the head of a lion, and the tail of a scorpion (larger, of course; again, proportional to the Wyverns’ size).
Males of this hybrid or chimera also had goat-like / demonic horns, somewhat like elephant tusks except that they curved up from their skull, not down from their cheekbones.

“Humans hated health and power when they were allowed to rule over some of this world, so people like these wyvern-variants were demonized and hunted by the insecure humanimals, as we call them.”
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Then Calla would hear a noise that sounded like a lion roaring, an elephant trumpeting, a fog- or train-horn blaring, and a tornado rumbling ominously, all at once. It was the kind of sound that the tyrannosaur makes in the movies, and almost as jarring as a sonic boom. Losing its volume over several seconds, it died down like a peal and roll of powerful thunder.
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Jurassic Park – T-Rex Roar (Rexy Best Roar)

Their truck drivers did not seem scared or concerned, and kept driving in convoy toward the last of the tall paddock fence gates, it parting like a 2-story double-door in front of the lead truck, closing behind the last one.

Right up ahead in front of them, standing on all mighty fours atop the grassy hill, perched a dragon as big as a house –a mansion-sized house, several stories from its firewood-sized claws to the lightning rod-like spikes sticking out from its skull over the sides and back of its neck. Its scales were like obsidian, and its resting facial expression was horrifyingly demonic. The pair of snake-slit eyes it kept fixed on the approaching convoy were motionless and unblinking for a long while.
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Game Of Thrones – Drogon Roar (Re-Sound)

Auz of Inisfree — Today at 10:50 AM
“It’s okay to be scared of people that look like that,” Z’ offered some reassurance, “and these dragons understand; they will not be upset by any fear they sense. Their race came from a very ancient time when bodies had to be much stronger; gravity was different, the air was different, the land was often molten, and fragments of other worlds rained down, causing gigantic explosions and earthquakes, kicking up the precious metals and gemstones they became known to seek out and horde millennia later after the Earth’s crust had solidified, burying and trapping such forms of sustenance. That is why they make their homes in caves; caves are the hollow petrified remains of World Tree trunks, the easiest way for them to access the concentrated residue and essences of the eldest gods which once manifested and sustained all.”

The dragon took in a breath, its torso rumbling like the purring of a cat big enough to knock a semi off the highway just by exhaling, if it huffed. It stretched its wings out away from where they had been tucked in against its sides, and they fanned out and up high overhead, blocking out half the sky, each section a leathery dark membrane tougher than rhino hide, and separated by bat-like ridges and more claws capable of slicing a whale in half. Closing its wings back around its body, the breeze generated was gusty enough to rock their trucks a little and send up many blades of grass and particles of soil.
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“Hello, Calla,” a menacing ultra-bass voice rumbled like a subwoofer in her head; the dragon had chosen to speak directly into the fox-girl’s mind. “I am Jorrrrr,” its overwhelming voice sounded like it said. “You have traveled so farrr,” its r’s were pronounced as if its flamethrower-breath was always on the verge of erupting like a sideways volcano or fire-tornado. That last remark was a compliment, though.

Z’ would later inform Calla that every dragon in Inisfree wholeheartedly protected everyone of and visiting their realm, as the dragons invited here were seen as wise, allies, and family, so they felt honored and reciprocated in kind. The Chinese had respected dragons in a way, but only Auz had called out to dragons with love and worshipfulness, seeing them as equals and guides –even victims, in some cases. They looked to him as a living miracle and bridge, restoring a coexistence all others millennia ago had assumed impossible.
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Not all the dragons in this part of their zoo were huge and towering, though; they ranged in size as much as color, some more like big snakes. Their cave mouths had light sources deep in them, too, and, if Calla dared to approach and peek inside, would reveal they had palatial underground furnishings and wall carvings not unlike ancient or alien temples. Families of dragons were being raised in there, and they were the bravest of all the creatures, not shy at all about close contact with newcomers, for they knew their thick armor-like ‘skin’ could take a brutal beating and then some.
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Some humanoids, such as elves, even appeared to be standing guard with the dragons who had bonded with them.
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There were also maidens and goddesses sitting with a few, as if having a normal mid-day chat with a friend.
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And, as one might come to expect in a special place like Inisfree, the bravest and more trusted could be, in the distance, seen riding them high into the sky and back.
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 10:58 AM
Their convoy had completed its serpentine route of a few miles along the dirt roads of the paddocks. It was now up to Calla if she wanted to linger a while and try approaching some of the non-human people living and vacationing in the reverse-zoo. The driver of her cage-truck stepped out after parking it, walked around to open the door at the back, and reassured everyone inside that they would not be harmed by the dragons if they stepped out before the convoy got moving back to the entrance parking lot.
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just so you know the scale of that last image, every green square = a 66′ x 66′ area, so the dragon paddock at the end of their zoo convoy route, for example, is 1,914′ by 2,442′; 107.3 acres)

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Calla:
imagines what it would be like to bond with a dragon, or even ride one!

as they travel along on their guided tour of the dragons, their caves and their bonded charges/riders, calla munches on some snacks the thoughtful zee would have picked up for her, knowing that she likes to eat whenever she can and not knowing when the next meal would be. Curious as to where they would go next, she turns to her mate and cocks her head to the side, giving her an affectionate smile

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Polite as could be, the otherwise physically intimidating dragons hopefully ended any stigma or stereotype Calla may have had from popular make-believe shows and books. Z’ bid them farewell, and they bowed to each other. It was as though they were normal friends, just in dramatically different bodies.

Exiting the ‘reverse-zoo’, they met their driver in the parking lot they’d been dropped off in to see the amusement park, and she opened the passenger door for them, waiting for them to get back in and onto their seats before closing it behind them and returning to the driver’s seat. Back up onto the otherworldly wide highway of matte white, inlaid gold, support pillars fashioned after female models, and its median of fountains and statues to the horizon in both directions, she drove them in that high-end sedan. Z’ pressed the button to roll her window down, and the breeze was pleasantly cool and accented with wildflowers in bloom not that far away.

Just a mile along that highway and the low mountain ranges on either side (one around the amusement park, and the other around the reverse-zoo) spread out, blending gradually into picturesque storybook meadows terrain of gently undulating short hills. The towering spherical building they’d seen during approach and landing at the air-and-spaceport was now dominating the sky to the right, some hundreds of feet out past the shoulder and access-street parallel to their section of the white-and-gold superhighway. Resuming her narration of the tour, their driver introduced it; “That is our city’s museum, called Epcot 2, inspired by Walter Elias Disney’s “Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow”.”

As they exited the main highway, its branch leading out to connect with the base of the gigantic spherical building was just as wide and decorated; 8 lanes on either side, some of them extra-wide and used by the 3-story literal mobile-homes driving alongside them. Closer and closer their route took them, straight toward the center of the foundation of that sphere. It began to look like they were flying toward a planet or moon, upside down, about to enter its orbit and make landfall; the museum was that vast and towering.

The superhighway didn’t just go into a big parking garage like back on the other side from the amusement park; they continued driving the highway right into the ground-level floor of the museum sphere, and in there it began to spiral up, widening floor by floor, until it stopped widening near the middle-floors of the sphere, after which it of course began to narrow, hugging the walls as each successive floor up from there got narrower. Floor by floor, as their route on that indoor superhighway took them round and round, Calla would be able to see floor-spanning landscaped mega-maps and animatronics of every continents-arrangement and eon of lifeforms the Earth had known, starting with the Valar and World Trees on the symmetrical first supercontinent, followed by Maiar and Titans, then Atlanteans and others who were still a bit giant compared to the norm today, then the humans and other people of modern heights she had grown up with, and finally forecast beings of the near and distant future. By the time they had gotten to those map-covered floors up near the top of the mega-structure, they were 3,960′ above the ground; nearly 400 stories.

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calla is a little shaky, but also jittery at meeting famed creatures of very old times. Her face nearly glued outside the window, she fawns over the places and buildings they pass by, eyes wide open as she tries to take in as much as possible.

Arriving at the top of the megastructure, she gulps and stays quite close to zee, gripping her with a hand as she never mentioned she doesn’t like heights…..space is fine but being high up never really was her thing. She would tremble a little until her curiosity was peaked by being able to see so far being that high up, her nostrils flaring and her ears twitching this way and that. “this…this is almost like a dream…

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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 10:02 AM
Z’ was raised and well trained to be very aware, observant, and compassionate of the subtle and overt body language of those around her, so she very soon realized that the scale of the tall building they had driven through was getting to Calla. Holding her hand and staying as close by her side as Calla seemed to want or need, Z’ made sure to be her ‘grounding’ and anchor, as well as her occasional reassure-er. She would also remain conscious of not making any sudden movements that might further set Calla at unease.

“Yes, and it *was a dream for a long time; a decade or two, before enough of it had been foreseen, prototyped, and all its engineering questions answered, making its existence in this plane possible,” she said, her voice as smooth, soft, and professional as ever.

Their driver continued taking them along the Glowing Art Highway (G.A.H.), their vehicle moving fluidly in its lane with the rest of the light traffic of nice vehicles and mobile houses. Back down from the top of the mega-structure, the GAH now curved. In another several minutes, they’d be driving toward the same highway-spanning cave-mouth-like archway that they’d driven in under to get here.

They were now driving through the middle of a meadow a ~mile wide off both sides of the GAH.
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It had many patches of colorful wildflowers, some as tall as Calla was, and the air was rich with their fragrances.
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There were a couple river-like canals meandering this way and that across the meadow’s vast sides.
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The water/boat lanes parallel off the shoulders of the GAH must have been partially ‘fed’ by those waterways.
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As always, the city’s miles-tall central mountain rose high and prominently some miles away from them.
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Up the slope toward that mountain, there were some people hanging out on porches and rock formations, just enjoying the view.
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 10:19 AM
Closer to the water’s surface, more were wading in terraced natural-looking ponds and pools. The females were all nude, and the males mostly so.
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Some were also sleeping on disc beds hung like swings from the thick branches of the many healthy trees.
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One woman looked up from her book and smiled to them, waving as they passed by.
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There were also transparent-kayak paddlers.
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and various house-boats
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Calla might be able to see through their windows; to the luxurious dining rooms and bedrooms inside.
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Almost as big and tall as that spherical museum they had left… were three cylindrical mega-structures off to the left of the GAH, right in the middle of their section of the city’s meadows.
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They look like much larger versions of this.)
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and have skyscraper-sized turrets extending off them at angles)
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 10:27 AM
Their vehicle left the main part of the GAH and took a side street branching off toward them, allowing Calla to see inside one. It was hundreds of stories tall, open-air inside, mostly hollow, its curving walls dotted with little cave-like apartments and lounge-balconies.
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Its branch-like mega-turrets were also hollow, their locations obvious from the inside, as the open-air center of the mega-structure was like the water-system inside a tree.
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Getting back onto the main part of the GAH, they drove another half mile or so until they were coming up on the clubhouse of the city’s golf course.
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Pulling off the GAH again, they drove into the clubhouse’s parking lot, and stopped in front of the double-doors. As always, their driver got out, walked to the passenger door of their vehicle, opened it for them, and offered her hand if they wanted to feel it or use her to help them step out and stand up. Up the several steps to the clubhouse’s main entrance, another pair of women opened the double-doors, flanking them like sentries or bellhops.
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Inside, the clubhouse was very well-appointed; it had all the bells and whistles of any world-class lodge.
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and right outside, it had numerous sequences of golf holes anyone could play through
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“We can take a look through here if you like. Afterward, there are a few more buildings I’ll show you before we settle in for the night,” Z’ said on the way into the clubhouse’s lobby.

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Yesterday at 5:29 PM
gives her an affectionate look as she squeezes zee’s hand, breathing a little easier when the vehicle goes through the archway and goggling as she sees fields and fields of GREEN. Used to seeing browns, blacks and gunmetal gray everywhere, she isn’t used to seeing so much LIFE, or even this many colors.

“Everything looks so healthy.”

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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 5:58 PM
The first thing across the GAH from the golf course was the section of foothills rising up toward the central mountain which had skyscraper-size flower-shaped buildings. They were nowhere near as massive as the museum sphere had been, or even the three stone cylinders known as tree-castles (due to how they had castle-like exteriors, but in the shape of tree-trunks with branches), but they still were bigger than high-rises, and the reason for this would become clear once they went up one of them.

Driving back up onto the GAH, then immediately taking one of its nearest exit ramps, their driver parked the sedan on a parking space right under the high-overhead petal-like platforms that extended in all cardinal and inter-cardinal directions off the top of each of the Flower Towers. Z’ and the driver both had a smile on their face that said they were pleased with the engineering marvel they were about to show off. Offering to hold Calla’s hand again, Z’ would stand with her under that Flower Tower while it and the others nearby were signaled to close their tops…

Many stories up above them, the parking-lot-sized ‘petals’ closed by raising their outer ends up. From where Calla, Z’, and their driver were standing, only their smooth matte-white undersides could be seen, the light from the Sun changing their bright and shadowed portions as the ‘petals’ rose and met together at the very tip of the towering structures.
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“C’mon,” Z’ smiled to Calla, intending to lead her up into the base of one, taking a ‘lift’ (wall-less elevator) past an encircling wide spiral staircase up into the domed sports gear, snacks, and refreshments shop up at ‘petals’-level. There was a railing Calla could also hold onto once inside and on that ‘lift’. Up at the top floor, where the ‘lift’ slowed to a stop in the middle of that shop, she would be able to see many clothes hangers stands and shelves in all directions, and naked Inisfreean girls at the desks, working.

Then all the dark window-like panels wrapped around them in a full circle… would start becoming bright… as those massive ‘petals’ bloomed back open, their tops moving out and down… until the sunlight hit their top surfaces, revealing each ‘petal’ was the moving base holding up an entire sports stadium; one sports field and all its seating risers per ‘petal’, eight of those stadium-petals per Flower Tower, all the other Flower Towers up the slope, adjacent the one they were standing atop, blooming likewise.
terrain slope concept for the Flower Towers field
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topdown map, cropped – and sideview design-sketch
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conceptual; general form of the towers
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actual placement on the topography, Minecraft model
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 6:06 PM
“This is where we play most of our sports games,” Z’ proudly smiled, letting Calla go outside the domed shop on the center of the Flower Tower they were on. She was free to walk out on the sports fields and up into the stands/risers. The slight breeze out there might feel cool to her, and the view was just about as good as it had been from up inside the highest floor of the museum sphere.

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Today at 6:16 PM
takes ahold of her hand and keeps a loose grip, but a grip nonetheless. The fox continues to look around, nearly struck speechless by the amazing marvels she is being shown, not sure anyone else could fathom some of these structures or places, turning to look briefly at her mate, a wide smile on her face, looking carefree and happy for the first time in a very long time, the stress lines on her forehead and cheeks nearly melting away, her posture loosening up and her breathing a bit easier

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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 6:33 PM
“We’ll come see a game here during another visit, if you decide to return,” Z’ politely offered a date.

Down from the Flower Tower they went, descending via that same shop ‘lift’. Their driver warmly met them back outside the base of the femininely-curved stadiums-structure, and on they went, back up onto the GAH, the white lane-squares ahead of their direction of travel softly lighting up from within in anticipation of their approach, as would be the case everywhere they drove on the highways and streets of their city. Some 3/4 of a mile down that section of the illuminating highway was another tall building, though this one more like a high-rise, and just a couple hundred meadow-feet behind it… was a square-mile known as the Welcoming Lot.

On the GAH-side of that vast square… stood three female statues, each half a mile tall; each was the feminine version of ~264-story skyscraper. The one nearest them had pastel-/sky-blue skin and white hair, and the middle one was a tan sunny-/platinum-blonde, with the far-one being a fairer-complexion vibrant-redhead, all of them with features of girls or women in their primes, youthful and sexy as can be. Each held a single Titan-sized trumpet proportional to the statues’ heights; a 5′ female holding a 19″ trumpet… on the scale of these three mega-structures… was 2,640′-tall females with ~836′-long super-trumpets.
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The driver exited the GAH and went under it, taking an underpass just as white-and-gold and artsy as the rest of the traffic-system, and pulled into the parking lot of the green-roofed gray-walled high-rise. “Welcome to the Library of Congress II,” she chirped; “like its namesake in the long-lost human city called Washington D.C., it has the same floorplan, ours just with many more floors, as we keep publicly available all the known books of all the humanoid peoples, not just the books of the humans of one nation.”

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Those three half-mile tall female super-statues’ backsides were to them, and Calla would only be able to see that and their near-sides… and that they were shifting their stances, moving like real people, their flesh flexing and relaxing in different ways based on which foot they moved their weight to, or how they posed with their trumpets, their full heads of hair lightly shifting in the Inisfreean breeze, the sunlight from above the perimeter wall making their three different skin colors and outfits rich with bright colors.

“You’ll get to see them from the other side after we take a peek in this library,” Z’ said.
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 6:41 PM
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looking up after walking into the library’s lobby
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walking up a flight of the flower-troughs-railing stairs
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checking out one of the less-fancy bookshelves-rooms
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checking out the main/central reading-room
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(calla would look around, mostly speechless at the near impossible sights and the technology to make them)

After walking through a couple of the floors of the tall library, Z led the way back out to their waiting vehicle. Their next stop was not far at all down the GAH and side of the Welcoming Square. They pulled up near the drop-off curb of what was introduced to Calla by their driver as the Performing Arts Center.
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Auz of Inisfree — Today at 7:27 PM
Walking in its main double doors, another pair of Inisfreean girls flanking them and opening those glass-like transparent-metal doors for them, Calla would see how luxurious the inside of this building was.

There were no events scheduled, so no guests were there; Calla had it all to herself and Z.

 

typist:  calla enjoys the immensely decorated buildings, feeling very underdressed

 

once in the first toilet-room:  “This (a BTB) is not designed to stimulate your type of ears, but you’re in luck; I am here for that,” Z’ lovingly offered.

 

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Trying Out Nudity in This Nudist Colony:

obviously minus tats and makeup

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Trying the Sex-venues of Inisfree:

Nothing like a watched/filmed tentacle ‘creampie’ to brighten a sexy girl’s day.

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2024 October/+:

Z’ introduces Calla to great Steam games (the equivalent of that gaming service millennia from 2024, of course) which have a fox as the main character, such as:

1. Dong Wu: Odyssey,
2. Spirit of the North 2, and
3. Wild Assault.

 

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Also see:

• fox sitting up, paws rub

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