The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica by Victor Hadnot and Amanda Travis (surface ebook reader .TXT) 📖

had all sorts of hangups on how it should be done. She on the other hand, had needs, she wanted pleasure, having explored those parts of her body that demanded attention. So, they slept and Stella dreamed.
She dreamed that she was standing on the glen, and someone was busy eating her out down there. She had a golden plate in her hand, and when the passion reached a certain point, she put the plate behind her, under her butt hole and began to shit onto the plate. After she pooped, she raised the plate up and began to eat her own shit. The man who was eating her out, she couldn’t quite make out who he was, but he spoke in a strange language that she could not understand. This went on for awhile and then she woke up. She looked around the darkroom, Simon was sleeping next to her. She kissed his lips and kissed his now very relaxed penis, and rolled over and went back to sleep. Then, she had a second dream. A man was busy sucking her breasts ever so wonderfully. In her hand was a golden plate. She placed the plate under her butt hole and pooped onto it. Then, she took the plate full of poop and began to eat it again. Her poop tasted very sweet to her, but again, she liked the taste of poop, specially her own. This time, she awoke, and behold, it was just a dream. So, she shifted her position and fell asleep again. And this time, she dreamed that a man was talking to her in a language that she clearly did not understand. And again, she had a golden plate. She placed the plate under her asshole, and began to take a serious shit, onto the plate. She brought the plate up and this time, the man wanted to share with her, but she was selfish, and would not share her nice moist shit with him. It was all hers and she stood there, eating her bowel movement in front of him.
When she awoke this time, it was morning. Simon had already gotten up and had left her a sweet and loving note. He had further business to deal with. She got dressed and left the hotel and went to her aunt Jenny’s house, which was situated at the end of town, just on your way out, back to Stella’s parents farm.
Aunt Jenny was younger than Stella’s parents. And while Stella’s parents were obviously neo-hippies, Jenny was just the opposite. They hadn’t seen one another in awhile and her aunt was very happy to see her and they enjoyed the visit. They talked, the kind of talk that is reserved for face to face, not the kind that often happens over the call-all. There was something more personal about spending real time with someone, specially someone that you loved. And Stella loved her aunt Jenny. Jenny was raised differently from Stella’s parents, she was raised in the city, and it was only when Stella’s grandmother died that Jenny came to live in the farming sector. There was no secret that Jenny would much rather return to the city but in her grandmother’s will, a family member had to actually live in the wonderful pseudo-Victorian home. Often, buildings and houses were fashioned off of period’s from Earth. It was a way of helping to adjust to the sometimes obvious fact that people didn’t actually belong on Tral-Gothica. And no matter how much humans took over the planet, often like an infestation. The planet would rebel, as if, because the original people, the natives, could not. Maybe it was a way of the universe fighting back? Jenny, unlike Stella’s parents, didn’t like the way that humans treated the natives. She tried time and again to tell Stella about the oppression and depravity of the colonization programs. Not just there on Tral-Gothica, but elsewhere as well. But, this time as Jenny was doing her usual thing, the two women were having coffee and cakes. Stella surprised her.
“Tell me more about how the colonist mistreat the natives?” Stella looked up.
Jenny was taken aback. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand? What has brought this sudden change?”
“I don’t know, Aunt Jenny. I guess I’ve been listening to the radio, to all the protest planned. I was actually planning on attending one. You know, to see what all the fuss was really about?” Stella expounded.
Jenny smiled. “I can do you one better.”
“What? I don’t understand?”
“There is a big event taking place in the city. Do you want to come?”
For some reason, Stella became all excited at the prospect. “Oh, I’d love to. But won’t that sort of thing be dangerous? I mean, there are smaller protest...”
“Ah. But the ones in the city are the ones that really matter. That is where the eyes and ears of the world will be focused on.” Jenny sipped her coffee, like the sly old fox that she was, she could see that a seismic shift had happened in Stella’s thinking. For whatever the reason, Stella was now ready to question the authority that put everyone there, on Tral-Gothica.

DIVIDE AND CONQUER
“You speak in tongues and write in riddles, you sly old dragon, from Kwani Quittle.” Ploaskus

The big city was more than what a country girl like Stella had ever seen, except in pictures and on the call-all. Aunt Jenny had promised Stella’s parents that she would take special care of their only child. The trip took a few hours by air-rail, which was an airtrain traveling along a transport laser track. Once they arrived Jenny quickly made calls and arrangements. Jenny had a flat on the upper eastside, it was there that Stella and Jenny were to stay. The door robot carried in their things and set them where they wanted them. After that, Stella flopped onto a plush sofa and gazed out onto the amazing view. The contrast from what she was used to was like the difference in night and day. How backwards things seemed to her now, living on that farm, doing those chores, some by hand. And while she loved the family domestic robot Patty, the robots she was seeing in the city, were the most advanced domestic robots that people used to serve them, made poor Patty look like a pile of scrap.
“Aunt Jenny, this is so wonderful.” she told her.
Jenny smiled, “The city can be a wonderful place, Stella. But, it can also be a very dangerous place. I want you to promise me that you will be careful.”
Stella nodded, but, Jenny knew that Stella wasn’t used to the more sophisticated ways of city dwellers. The two-sidedness of its population, how lacking in decent feelings the average person could be. Stella said, “I’ll be careful. And I want to thank you again, for letting me come to live with you. I won’t let you down.”
Jenny sat across from her niece, “Baby, I’m not worried about you letting me down. I’m worried about me letting you down.” And with that, Jenny kissed her on the forehead and after giving the domestic robot instructions as to how she was to treat Stella, she left. Stella spent the rest of the day watching the call-all, a much larger version than the small ones that people used. Finally, Stella turned to the domestic robot whose name was Fifi.
“I want to see the city.” Stella said.
Fifi answered. “There are many ways to see the city, Miss Stella.”
“Don’t call me Miss Stella. Just call me Stella.”
“Yes, Miss Stella.”
“Didn’t I just...never mind, forget it. I think I need to go shopping.”
“Miss Jenny has provided you with an account. Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t really know. They all look so amazing. Where does my aunt go shopping?”
“Your aunt enjoys many places, but she has a passion for Izods.”
“Hmm? Let’s go there, I need a few things so I won’t look so backwards.” There was a real cultural clash between rural and urban Tral-Gothica.
The two, headed on out and Stella managed to find a few things that looked good on her. After that minor transformation, Stella became interested in seeing what a city night club was like. Fifi didn’t want to take her to any, something about having received specific instructions from Jenny.
Stella said, “Aunt Jenny isn’t here! It is you and me, the night life, the excitement.”
Fifi uttered, “Miss Stella, you don’t know your way around the city. It can be fun, if you are used to it, it can be very dangerous, if you are not. And you are not...”
“If you don’t want to go with me then just go back home. I’m fine. I can find my way back to Aunt Jenny’s.”
“I can’t do that. I have orders to watch over you. To keep you out of harm’s way.”
Stella approached the robot. “Well, I order you to go back to Aunt Jenny’s apartment. I’ll be fine.”
The robot stood there for a long moment, as if it were trying to resolve the conflict it was now presented with. It knew that Jenny’s commands were paramount, however, Stella’s orders were more immediate. Fifi struggled to figure out how to carry out both of them at the same time. Orders that she had to obey, but conflicted to the point, then finally, Fifi resorted to default. The robot simply walked away out of Stella’s sight.
And with that, Stella was glad, after all, she was not a little girl, she was a young woman. Capable of making her own decisions. She caught an aircab and asked to be taken to the nearest and best nightclub. She ended up a Garrio’s, one of the hottest upscale clubs in the upper eastside.
Once she went through all the bullshit to get inside, the ambiance was striking. The music pounded, the press of the people was something that Stella had never experienced. She managed to find a spot at the bar.
“What will you have?” came a rather flamboyant robot bartender.
She studied the machine for a moment, the said, “I’ll take something really light. Not too strong.”
“Like what?” the machine stared at her.
“I’m not sure...” she responded.
Just then, a tall and extremely handsome man cut in, “She’ll take what I’m having.” The robot acknowledged the order and started on it. The young man fixed his eyes on her confidently and said, “I’m Markus...”
Stella didn’t say anything for a moment, then responded. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Stella.”
“Nice to meet you Stella.”
“Thanks.”
“You are new here?”
“Er. Yes. How did you...”
“Know? You just seemed a little out of place. Most of the people who go here, already know what they are going to order when they sit at the bar. You seemed shocked when the bartender asked you what you wanted.” He smiled at her. He was very good looking and Stella found herself being extremely attracted to him. Gosh, he smelled so good too.
“So, you want to find a table?” Markus asked her, as he grabbed her finished drink.
“Er. Sure. Sure, I’ll just follow you.”
They moved through the press and eventually after a few confusing moments, she saw Markus as he sat down. She followed him and joined him. He placed the drink in front of her and she took a sip, basically trying to fit in. The darkness contrasted with the lights and the loud sounds, the music that she had rarely ever heard. The whole thing was somewhat overwhelming.
“So, let me guess, first time in a club?”
“Yes. I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”
“What thing is that?”
“You know, this...”
“Oh? Where you from?”
Stella just responded. “I’m rural.”
He acted like he didn’t need to know anymore than that. “Dance?”