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Omkara

(who chooses never to publish his email due to lacking an account that hides his real name, but can be reached via the HypnoHub or Deviantart communities, and does appreciate constructive feedback).

Acknowledgements: This story came from a writing jam on Deviantart by a user named BluRider a few years ago, leading to a number of short drabbles. This story is based on the drabble “Performance Enhancement” that I wrote, but being an original story and not a fan-fic, there was a lot I could do with it, though I changed the name of the “protagonist.” All personal names are real, human names, to show how “alien” some other languages can seem.

The basic plot is adapted from the immortal Shakespeare’s “Othello” and the name of the protagonist was borrowed from an Indian adaptation of the story (so it is actually a guy’s name in real life). It does not stick at all close to the story after the very beginning, however, mostly loosely focused on characters’ relationships and motives.

Act One:

Almost one thousand years had passed since the human race had first left the bonds of their obscure solar system and entered a much wider world. Even as humans themselves flourished on many worlds, Earth remained obscure, and the humans among the stars integrated themselves into galactic civilization, taking up the arts, the culture, and the sports cultivated by star-faring aliens long before man put even an object into the cold void of space.

This story takes place on another object floating in that same cold void, a space station orbiting the world of Kherlen, in a distant sector of the Milky Way. Few humans were lucky enough ever to set foot on this space station, but that was true of all species. The station was home only to an elite, picked from among the bipedal, hominid species of the galaxy. This station was the place where the best of the best congregated for one purpose: to achieve total mastery of the most celebrated interstellar martial art: Leren Dai. Though the people of Kherlen, the Yeke, had invented the art millennia ago, even they had but a handful of representatives among the several hundreds who trained here, at the Thein Sein Dojo. Of all of the dojos in the galaxy that practiced Leren Dai at the Seven-Star level, Thein Sein was the most prestigious, and so attracted comers from all eligible species, of which there were many.

Of course, several bipedal species were disqualified from competing at the Seven-Star level, even by default. Leren Dai was a very fast-paced martial art, focusing on quick strikes and relying heavily on the combatants’ abilities to chain moves together, and to read the actions of their foe in order to counter them. If a species moved too slowly, or had a brain or sensory structure that prevented clear, quick thinking, they could simply not hope to compete and were, as a rule, not invited. But so prestigious was the dojo that it attracted the kind of beings with such perseverance, such fortitude, that even these rules could be broken sometimes…

The white-steel hallways of the space station were abuzz with noise as the students moved between training sessions. Despite being dedicated students of a very serious martial art, they were prone to gossip and camaraderie like most other sentients, and today was certainly a good day for gossip, due to a certain surprise announcement by one of the dojo’s legendary instructors. “You could have told me this was coming,” one human girl remarked to her friend, another of the same kind and gender. “I could have done something. I can’t believe I missed this opportunity!”

“Please,” Ankita scoffed. “Like you could have done anything.” Her companion looked crestfallen. “Like any of us could have done anything,” she said more softly, placing a supporting arm on the other woman’s shoulder. “Little miss perfect’s always been teacher’s pet, this is just making it official. The faculty’s always been in love with her. Seeing a damn pinky make it in this dojo is just so inspiring to them,” she finished acidly.

“Ankita!” Ryoko hissed in shock at her friend’s slur.

“Oh come on,” Ankita said. “Everyone’s thinking it.”

Her companion nodded gently, but still looked a little uncertain. This young woman, slim and athletic with her silky black hair cut in a bob, had skin color and facial features that marked her as a member of the “East Asian” race of the human species, though the identifier was little more than a name to most galactic citizens, who could barely place Earth on a starmap, let alone know or care about which varieties of human originated from which earthly landmass in the distant past. Ryoko wore a skin-fitting white jumpsuit, which reflected the sterile, white lighting in the cold steel hallway as she moved. Her athletic build meant that her curves and endowments were more than modest, barely there at all, though her lack of womanly endowments had not helped her get very far at the legendary dojo.

The fact that she was there, that either of them were there, made them remarkable. It meant that they were the best practitioners of the galaxy’s most refined, mixed-species martial art. But even amongst the best, somebody had to be the worst.

Ankita, meanwhile, was of South Asian extraction, with more prominent cheekbones and coffee-brown skin, her silky black hair was worn longer than Ryoko’s, though held in a ponytail. She was better endowed, curved with both muscle and a respectable bosom, shown off by an identical skin-fitting white jumpsuit, the standard uniform for students at Thein Sein.

“Nobody else had a chance,” Ankita said again. “Sochigel-sensei’s always loved her. Yeah, Omkara’s good, but she’s not as good as me, and she’s definitely not as good as Cebile. Why else would Sochigel-sensei elect her to be her apprentice?”

“Well, if she wasn’t that good before, she will be pretty soon. Sochigel will see to that,” Ryoko replied.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Ankita glowered. “She shouldn’t even be here. She’s got a trick to overcome her species’ limitations. I just know it.”

“You’ve said that ever since the first time she beat you,” Ryoko observed, earning another fierce glare from her friend. “But what could it be? They’re always checking us for anything and everything we could use to gain an unfair edge. I mean, who could even get anything into the space station from outside without the caretakers finding out?”

“Omkara,” Ankita answered, spitting the name as if it were a curse.

* * *

“Marvelous,” Leren Dai master Sochigel said. “Simply marvelous.”

“But I still have much to learn, correct?” Omkara asked in reply.

“Of course,” Sochigel said dismissively. “Though your skills are worthy of my direct tutelage.”

Master and student walked into the locker room, fresh out of a sparring session. Vastly different in appearance, the student was head-and-shoulders taller than her teacher. She was clearly humanoid, especially in facial structure and body shape. She was distinct in her hot pink skin and eyes of a solid cobalt-blue with periwinkle pupils. Her most striking feature was that, instead of hair (or ears), two large tendrils sprouted from the sides of her head, hanging down over her pert breasts. They tendrils were ribbed with a pattern of blood-red on white.

The master, meanwhile, was shorter and covered in sleek brown fur. She had a thick tail which reached down to the ground, and her head had a pointed muzzle which was something like a cross between the otter and weasel species of Earth, though she was bipedal. Her fingers were stubby, lowering her dexterity, but grappling played only a small role in Leren Dai, and the dew claws on her hands helped make up for it. Unlike Omkara, who wore the white jumpsuit standard to the dojo, Sochigel was naked, though her fur covered her breasts and genitals. The jumpsuits were for those species that saw nudity as shameful: to leave them fighting at their most unencumbered. For other species, naked was the optimum way to fight.

“I have seen your demonstrations before,” Omkara continued as she opened her locker, “but never have I been able to comprehend the depths of your skill.”

Sochigel thumped her tail on the floor once, a sign of modesty amongst Lutra. “I will make it my personal goal to see you defeat me one day,” she said. “Yours will be one of the great legends of Leren Dai; the only Garvani ever to compete at the-“

“Ah, Sochigel-sensei! Omkara!” a voice came from the far end of the locker room.

“Ryoko-senpai!” Omkara greeted the human girl warmly, turning away from her open locker as she did so. “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh…” Ryoko hesitated suddenly. “I just wanted to watch you two spar. Is that okay?”

Sochigel shifted her paw on the floor. She did not have a lot of experience with Ryoko specifically, but she knew she was usually a headstrong student, despite her comparative lack of skill. “We just finished a session,” Sochigel said.

“I just… really wanted to see it.”

“I wouldn’t object to a second round, sensei,” Omkara said helpfully.

“Very well,” Sochigel said; a hint of happiness in her voice as her suspicion faded. She led the way back out of the locker room, her two students following.

The door back to the practice arena slid shut before Ankita appeared. “Perfect,” she said to herself. Ryoko had timed her intervention with all the skill of a Leren Dai expert, just after the Garvani student had opened her locker. Ryoko’s insistence on going to see Omkara and Sochigel train again led them off before Omkara could address her open locker. Now Ankita had a chance to pry into the alien girl’s personal belongings, to see if there was anything in there that was different, anything possibly illicit. Ankita bore her duffel bag with her, to discretely remove anything that caught her interest.

The locker contained several training jumpsuits, up on hangers, and a small duffel bag with a few innocuous personal effects; a series of standard-issue toiletries, some simple clothes, and Omkara’s headband. Ankita looked around, feeling the contours of the locker’s inside walls, as if hoping she would find some hidden catch or secret compartment. Of course there was nothing. Her eyes fell back to the headband, a simple device used by all students; it interfaced directly with the brain to put users into a virtual reality, one of the few customizable personal items students here were allowed to own, but something from which they could get almost infinite use.

Ankita withdrew her own headband from her duffel bag, hoping this would work. She grabbed the two headbands with one hand, and uttered “sync.” A light blinked for a breathless thirty seconds as Ankita waited, then a soft pinging noise indicated her success, and she put the alien’s headband back into her duffel bag. She cast one glance around the inside of the locker again, wishing something more concrete was in there, then turned and shut the locker in one swift motion, before striding confidently out of the locker room.

* * *

The human girl returned to her sleeping quarters, and sat down on the padded segment of floor that, aside from the bed, was the only place to sit in the small room. In order to discourage any sort of foul play as well as to cultivate ascetic discipline, the dojo did not allow the students to have much in the way of private possessions. Ankita’s room was as barren as Ryoko’s, Omkara’s, or even a champion student like Cebile. This is what made her capture of the contents of Omkara’s headband so important: even more than sneaking into the alien’s locker or even getting into her bedroom, Ankita now had a chance to see as much of Omkara’s personal life as was possible at Thein Sein.

She placed the headband on her head and activated it, scrolling past her own collection of training programs and entertainments down to the newly downloaded files. Most she could dismiss out of hand, music files and media programs that seemed to feature other Garvani, dramas or comedies or whatever genres a young Garvani woman like her would enjoy.

In the midst of these media files, however, Ankita saw something that gave her pause. The file was titled “Ghikhar Shu’xhal”, which gave the girl pause. Unless it was a proper name, the title should have been translated automatically into something Ankita understood. If it was a proper name, it was very unlike Garvani names. The preview clip of the file featured a strangely beautiful being, bipedal female, with white skin and curiously large, almond-shaped eyes.

Ankita selected the file, and found herself immediately in a vast, open space. A blue sky dominated overhead, brightly lit though with no visible sun. The ground was of beauteous marble, and stretched off in all directions as far as the girl’s eyes could see. The only feature in all this space seemed to be this strange alien.

“Welcome,” the alien said. “I am Tamasi, and I will be your guide on this day.”

“What are you?” Ankita asked. She approached the sitting alien woman, seeing that her pure white skin was not flawless, but seemed to be composed of tiny iridescent feathers, of a fine soft downy type. The alien had mother-of-pearl eyes that shimmered too, like all colors of the rainbow, though very subtly. She was unlike any species Ankita had ever encountered.

“I am of the Ghikhar,” Tamasi said, and now her halting, but strangely exotic, accent was more apparent. “We do not often interact with outsiders, though some among us saw fit to build this program, so that other species could seek our level of enlightenment and self-understanding.”

Well she thinks real highly of herself, Ankita thought.

“I speak only the truth,” Tamasi said aloud in reply.

Ankita started, but Tamasi merely smiled. “My species is deeply psychic, though we would not need to be so here. The program reacts to your thoughts, after all.”

“Can you give me information about your other user? The Garvani who downloaded this program?” If it was indeed such an obscure program from an isolationist species, perhaps it lacked standard user access protections.

“Omkara Nahinyom,” Tamasi replied. “She came here seeking what all who use this program seek: to fulfill their inmost desire.”

“Which was?”

“To be able to compete at the Seven Star level of Leren Dai.”

“But how could a band-program help her with something like that?” Ankita asked. “Garvani are empathic, they sense things through those head-tentacles. That stops them from being able to compete at the highest level because they can’t filter out the emotional noise from themselves or their opponents. What could you do to change that?”

“Allow me to show you,” Tamasi said, motioning for Ankita to sit. So the human sat down indian-style before the Ghikhar, gazing idly at the ripples in her luminescent eyes as she waited for the strange alien to get on with it.

“So, what, do I have to tell you what I want?”

“No,” Tamasi said firmly. “What you say you want is often an illusion. This is not true for some, like Omkara, but we cannot know if your stated desire is selfsame with your inmost desire. Together, we will discover it.”

Suddenly the light of the sky went out, and Ankita found herself sitting with Tamasi in a sea of… stars? No, they were technicolored, like jewels but too small to make out as they hung in the inky blackness.

“They are your thoughts, your feelings,” Tamasi said, reading Ankita’s mind again.

There was a sound like a heartbeat, and the jewel-points moved, flowing around as if they floated in an invisible sea. Ankita realized then that the flow of colors matched that of the many colors of Tamasi’s eyes, and were even reflected in her downy skin.

“What is…?” Ankita began.

“Hush,” Tamasi commanded. “We will now travel down deep, diving into your inmost self. There you will see your desire, and know it, and know how to realize it.”

Ankita only half-heard the alien, for the heartbeat sounded again, and all of the colors swirled; the pinpricks of light growing larger in Tamasi’s eyes, in her feathers, in the background. The colors all seemed to be headed in one direction: towards Tamasi, towards her face, into the center of her beautiful large eyes.

“Dive,” Tamasi said, though Ankita could now indeed only hear her voice as a tiny thing on the edges of perception, soon to be swept away by the tide that was drawing her away. “Dive down in, into the brightest depths, into the truth.”

The heartbeat continued, pulling colors inward, first in a slow tempo, but gradually increasing. It was not to be resisted, but Ankita did not want to resist. Omkara had gone down this path, so she could to. At the core of all of this, she would find Omkara’s secret. Yes, right between those boundless mother-of-pearl eyes…

“Down, down,” Tamasi said softly. And as she said it Ankita could feel herself sinking, getting closer to the point that was pulling, to that mystical source that seemed to be between Tamasi’s large, almond-shaped eyes, alive with the flow of color. Unwittingly, unconsciously, Ankita was getting closer to the alien. She did not know how long it took, gradually scooting forward in her seated position, bringing her body towards where her mind so desperately wanted to be.

After what seemed like an eternity of falling, of fixing her vision deeper and deeper into the alien’s eyes, Ankita reached bottom. She felt, in the part of her mind left to feelings other than sight, ever so slightly, the brush of her nose and her forehead against Tamasi’s soft face.

Tamasi now grabbed Ankita’s face with her soft hands. “Enter,” she commanded. And with that Ankita’s mind flew, flew, deep into the sea of colors, until she felt like she might be lost amongst them forever.

In time, though, the colors gained coherence. Amongst the spectrum, pink began to stand out. Omkara came into the sea, or at least ghosts of her, memories from Ankita’s mind: Omkara fighting in the dojo, Omkara eating in the cafeteria, Omkara walking through the halls.

To Ankita’s surprise, however, the image that stayed with her was not that of Omkara fighting in the gym; that one faded back into the sea of colors. Instead, she followed the sway of the Garvani’s white-clad hips as she sauntered through the halls and back to her private bedroom. The other girl sat down on the padded floor, much as Ankita herself was seated.

More pink leeched into the vision from out of the sea of color, pinks that wound their way over the white jumpsuit, covering it, sinking through it, melting it away. Soon Omkara was nude as she sat prominently in Ankita’s vision. The image sharpened as Omkara’s arms moved, one hand rubbing against her hairless pink slit, and another brushed gently against the purplish areola of one of her pink breasts.

Ankita found her hands moving as well, brushing against the white cloth flush against her own pussy, and touching the nipple that was now exposed, erect, under the skin-fitting suit.

Omkara began to masturbate, first gently, with wan fingers exploring the outer edges of her folds almost curiously, with her other hand rubbing against her breast. Her mouth moved in a moan, though Ankita could hear nothing beyond the deep throbbing of the powerful force which had brought her here. Omkara’s movements gradually became more passionate, first one, then two fingers jammed recklessly into her glistening pussy, while her other hand grabbed roughly at her breasts, seeking purchase that was not to be found. Her mouth opened anew as her body began to rock back and forth, her head tendrils moving lazily with the rocking of her body.

Ankita tried to match her movements to the vision of pink beauty, though her clothes encumbered her, she felt her own fingers brush up against her clit, and shuddered with the pleasure that rippled through her body, though it was only a ghost of the pleasure that Omkara seemed to be feeling as she pleasured herself heedlessly, joyfully, now lying on her back as she plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand and ravished her breasts with the other.

Finally Omkara reached climax, arching her back in a silent scream of sheer ecstasy. Pink flooded forth from her satiated pussy, flooding the entire vision, until it was all Ankita could see, until Tamasi emerged in the midst of the pink void.

“Such is your desire,” Tamasi said. “Do you know what you want?”

“Yes…” Ankita said dreamily. “I… want… Omkara…”

Tamasi smiled, and the program ended.

End Act One.