[center][b]Kink Planet Episode 3[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw AKA IcyCoatl[/center]



[Intro fades out to a view of a starfield. Panning left, a planet comes into view, continents against blue water. The oceans might be a shade darker than Terra from this angle, suggesting different microbes or mineral content. Three large continents are visible as it spins in time lapse, with a smattering of smaller islands. Two of the major land masses are closer to one another. One is more or less on the equator, the other having glanced off its side toward apparent north in some recent (by geological standards) tectonic collision. The third continent is larger than those two, and pivots off-center around south pole, half coated in antarctic ice.]

Narrator: This is the world of Zho Ken VIII. 

[Text appears at bottom of picture.]

[i]At the risk of pissing off management: FUCK the Zho Ken system.[/i]

[Image zooms toward the southernmost continent, the time laps having slowed to the point where the recorded view matches the planets rotation.]

[i]It’s just another set of rocks rotating in space, right? Wrong! The whole fucking star system is the meat in a nebula sandwich. Which everyone likes to gush is really, really pretty.[/i]

[Closer now, it is apparent that the majority of the unfrozen portion of the southern continent is covered in greenery. As altitude of the visual decreases, levels off, and comes close enough to angle to a horizontal, the greenery can be identified as a mixture of grasses studded with the occasional bush or bare patch of dirt.]

Narrator: This world’s polar continent is mainly tundra. By definition, tundra is a biome in which tree growth is prevented by short growing seasons and cold temperatures. Here near the poles, winter is harsh and long. Any species living here must find ways to cope.

[i]But there’s no transnet coverage. None. Z I L C H.[/i]

Narrator: Some of the native animal life hibernates through the cold seasons, like many terran mammals. Others migrate, either as far as the northernmost coastal regions or beyond by air or water.

[i]And nobody freaking told me beforehand that I wouldn’t be able get a connection. I didn’t even know to pack some media chips.[/i]

[View pans downward into the grass. The blades sway slightly in the wind, though it’s not long before a small creature tumbles out of the grass. It resembles a rodent. Short, brown-speckled fur is shiny over the small body. The shape is rounded, with stubby legs and a blunt face. There are no visible ears or tail, but the creature has huge amber eyes with no whites at all, only deep gold iris and strangely faceted pupils.]

Narrator: A handful do neither. One such is the zhoki, a mammaloid. These creatures subsist mainly on seeds and fruits. This one is making her preparations for the coming winter, which is due to hit soon. For other species this involves doing their best to fatten themselves up so they can sleep through the snows.

[i]I went ages without any new porn! It was a tragedy! I mean some of these places have patchy reception but there was absolutely nothing![/i]

Narrator: Here we see the first indications of how the zhoki makes it through the harsh times to come, by grooming itself into its thinner winter coat.

[The next several seconds show that you heard correctly. The zhoki has bounded over into a bush, and has proceeded to vigorously rub its side against the rough bark with a rapturous expression. Bits of brown fluff rub off of it, stuck to the trunk of the bush. Clearly enjoying itself, the zhoki turns, rubbing its butt up against the plant.]

[i]Right I should probably stop bitching now. These little fuzzballs are cute, aren’t they? Watching them kept my stress levels down, thank fuck.[/i]

[The subject of this comment, which is making a methodical effort to scrape loose every bit of fur that it can, is indeed super cute.]

Narrator: Most mammals and mammal xeno-analogues in similar climates will grow a thicker coat, including many native to this same region of Zho Ken VII. Yet with the first snow due in mere weeks, we can see this female zhoki actively removing her fur.

[i]Itchy scratchy itchy <3[/i]

[Done for the moment, the zhoki flops onto her back in the dirt and takes a deep breath, letting it out with a tiny huff. With the original fur gone what’s left is a very short, velvety white fuzz. After a few seconds she flips onto her stubby legs and scampers out of the bush, into the sea of grass.]

Narrator: This puzzled the first xenobiologists to witness this behavior. Surely reducing one’s ability to hold in body heat hurts chances of surviving through to spring? But it turned out the zhoki have another way to keep warm… 

[The camera flicks upward through the deep grass cover, swivels, and skims over the very tips of the foliage. Picture flicks through one of the taller shrubs in a neatly managed footage cut. This is evidently a later time of day from the angle of the sun. A large creature of some sort is wading through the tall grass. It has a rotund body, covered in thick tan and grey fur. The build is reminiscent of a terran hippopotamus or rhino, though something of the way the muscle structures hang off it suggests a tinge of ‘bear’. It’s placidly munching at some of the greenery, blocky teeth grinding at thick juicy leaves.]

Narrator: This animal, by contrast, is obviously well suited to survive the harsh winter snows that occur on the southern continent. Even now it is building fat reserves and growing a thick coat to hold in additional heat. But let’s take a closer look.

[Picture swings in to a side profile of the creature’s face. It has a vaguely oval-shaped overall skull structure, with the working jaw quite a longer than the portion of mouth that opens. A long tongue snakes out to wrap around a portion of herbage and pulls it in.]

[i]monch crunch cronch[/i]

[Notably there appear to be no obvious ears, although what may be an ear hole is barely visible in the thatch of fur toward the back of the head, which itself blends into a tall ruff on the neck line. The eyes have a pale goldenrod iris circling an octagonal pupil. Half of the picture slices away, replaced with a side zoom of the zhoki’s eye. They are not identical, but the ‘facets’ of the eight-sided pupils are the same.]

Narrator: In an example of extreme sexual dimorphism, this creature and the zhoki are the same species. At over a ton, the male zhoki is immensely larger than the average female. For comparison, females average approximately 70 grams, or two and a half ounces.

[Image turns into a translucent wireframe, zooming out to silhouettes of both male and female zhokis. The zoom comes to an end with each to scale, making the female smaller than one of the male’s toes. The silhouettes spin slowly in tandem.]

Narrator: This is such a large difference in scale that at first they were incorrectly identified as different species. 

[i]Happens more often than you’d think, I guess. Remember episode one? I was there when they did the gene tests and found out that the galfox’s ‘parasites’ were male agsnakes. Watching eggheads flip out is fun.[/i]

Narrator: However, it is also integral to their unusual life cycle. A female zhoki is indeed not usually capable of surviving the winter here on their own. They must either share body heat in a communal den, or spend the season with a male. A male zhoki is the more desirable alternative.

[View cuts to the same female zhoki from earlier, scurrying through the grass and shrubs. She pauses, takes an abrupt left turn, and zooms onward. The small animal bowls headlong into a paw larger than she is. Not to be deterred, she clumsily rolls back upright, and rears up to place her paws on top of a short-furred knuckle. A muzzle lowers out of the top of the visible area, and snuffles cautiously at the tiny visitor.]

Narrator: This female has located a male. Others have approached him this year already, and been rejected. If he feels it is still too early in the year to accept, he may refuse this female as well.

[The male nudges his miniscule counterpart, sending her head over paws backward, but again she flops back to all fours and darts toward him. She presses her nose to his much larger muzzle and her fur ripples slightly in his huff of breath. After a moment, he lowers himself to the ground. There is a soft [i]whump[/i] of air as his stomach comes to earth. At the same time he rests his chin on his paw, and she rests the front of her tiny body on his nose.]

Narrator: Luckily for her, he seems to be willing to at least consider the possibilities by now. A male zhoki, when the time is right, will judge a female by her smell and appearance. The healthier she appears to him, the more likely he will be to accept. If he does, she will spend the winter with him as his mate.

[After a long moment of amiably allowing the female to scrabble over his nose and inspect him in turn, the male turns his head to look at her with an eyeball not considerably smaller than she is. She spends most of a minute sniffing at his face and energetically bouncing around. Text rolls across the bottom of the screen is in a slightly ludicrous faux-brushwork font. The ‘i’ is dotted with a tiny heart.]

[i]Notice me senpai notice me![/i]

[Eventually the larger of the two animals rolls partly onto his side away from the enthusiastic little female. She immediately darts right toward the rest of his body, just dodging a paw that flops outward with his change in position.]

Narrator: It seems he has accepted her. She will spend the winter with him as his mate.

[The zhoki scuttles alongside his underbelly until she comes to a large fold of a fleshy furred pouch extending from between his legs to just a third of the way down his belly. Looking up the tube a pair of testicles is visible toward the back of it, hanging limply in a velvety sack nestled in the thick fur. Each is larger than the female inspecting his sheath, though not by much.]

Narrator: Obviously, coitus in the traditional sense would be impractical for the zhoki.

[i]Unless the dude was packing next to nothing, which, obviously...[/i]

Narrator: Instead, they have evolved a different method of transmitting their genetic material. As you can see, the male’s genital sheath is very much of a size with the rest of him. 

[The female rears up to put her front paws on the side of the sheath, patting at it. In response it moves and shifts slightly, internal muscles pulling the whole envelope back a few inches. Squeaking excitedly, she runs back around to the sheath’s front, where it rests against the ground. Camera angle shifts to behind her, which is also a front-on view of the sheath. The opening at the end of the flesh tube is thick-rimmed and trending toward triangular, like an oddly threefold set of lips. The sleek-furred female noses against it, licking at the umber skin.]

Narrator: Anatomically this organ is a merging of the sheath with what, in the species’ evolutionary past, may have been a more traditional penile structure. Now both are a hollow genital passage.

[The opening of the sheath squeezes against itself, tightening, and the tiny female leans forward to keep contact. With her nose pressed against the middle of the opening, the first visible sign something is happening is when her whole body moves forward a fraction. A few seconds later it becomes clear that the opening is relaxing open and she has begun to press her head inside of his sheath.]

Narrator: With the right time of season, the muscular orifice opens under tactile stimulation to admit the female into this organ. 

[The tiny female has pressed her entire head into his sheath now. It’s clamping and unclamping softly around her neck, and then as she gets first one foreleg then the other in, hugs her middle. A soft breathy bellowing sound is heard in time with the fall of the male’s chest in the left side of the picture. Her legs scramble against air as she slowly gets further in, muscles of the little rodent bottom moving frantically. Finally she pulls herself all the way in, her toes vanishing inside. The sheath-lips press closed behind, squeezed together and pulling back in a way that must press against her rear.]

[i]The junk has entered the trunk, we are clear for lift off.[/i]

[The wiggling lump is visible from the outside, moving up the male zhoki’s sheath. As the big alien creature stands up, the bump stops for a moment, and then continues onward as he is fully upright. Picture cuts into an overlay, showing a cutaway view of the female crawling through him. The inside of his sheath is ribbed, which she is using to pull herself along despite the walls shiny, slick appearance.]

Narrator: Her winter coat’s chemical and physical makeup is tailored to make her passage through the male’s genital tract as easy as possible. The structure of each individual fiber is quite smooth even at a microscopic level, as compared to the zhoki’s insulating summer coat, or human hair.

[Right side of picture cuts away to a microscope view, and then the lower two thirds of that inset cuts away to a different microscopic view simultaneous with the narrator’s mention of ‘summer coat’. Half of that subsequently cuts away again at ‘human hair’. The winter fur does indeed appear quite smooth, where the summer fur is very nearly spiky. The human hair has ridges.]

[i]Don’t talk to me about the hair frames. Just don’t. DAYS of touching and retouching because it didn’t ‘look right’.[/i]

Narrator: This coat also has a specialized chemical makeup to avoid sticking to the male’s internal secretions.

[Microscopic views slide off to the side, zooming pack in on the female, lovingly lingering on the full-body embrace she is receiving from the inside of the sheath. The way ahead of her turns upward to double back, and she starts to pull herself around the curve upward.]

Narrator: These factors combine to make her travel into her mate’s body achievable. If the female zhoki were to retain their thicker coat, the male would be at risk of internal injury both from friction of the fur itself and the force needed for the female to pull herself along by her (admittedly dull) claws.

[She scrambles up over the vertical ledge, pulling herself over a lip of flesh and into a snug, but wider, section, and snuggles in against the rugose walls as if it were a loft bed. This pocket is slimy, filling further with reddish fluid as she rubs against the walls.]

Narrator: As it is she makes an easy climb into the internal pouch where she will be stay for several months. Dubbed the clausura amorem, this body cavity fills with a fluid that carries oxygen well. Blood vessels in the walls will replenish this oxygen supply well enough to support the female’s reduced winter metabolic needs.

[i]I will forever refer to it as his love sack.[/i]

[Cutaway view fades, leaving the opaque tan hair of the bull’s side. The male zhoki ambles off, or rather, given the current camera position, his genitalia, belly, and leg amble off. Presumably still attached to the rest of him. Camera focus adjusts sharpen the background shrubbery.]

Narrator: A male will sometimes accept multiple females in a year. Scientists have observed zhoki bulls carrying as many as five at once, although one or two is much more common. They can afford to be fairly choosy.

[Infographic appears; A simplified map of the plains in flat green studded with stylized bushes, with a handful of bull zhoki silhouettes. One by one, numerous much smaller silhouettes of the females pop into view, and continue to appear.]

Narrator: Mature female zhokis outnumber mature males approximately eight to one at the onset of winter. Females who do not succeed in impressing a male will congregate in groups to share body heat in communal burrows when the first snowstorms begin, and grow in a new coat early. Nonetheless, the ratio of females to males will drop over the course of the season due to cold and predators.

[A few of the female silhouettes move onto the male icons, showing up in outline over them. The rest clump together in a half dozen spots on the map, which turns from lush green to snowy white. Black curvy quadrupeds appear on the background near a few of these clumps, from which a few females disappear at the mention of ‘predators’. A little sketched arrow, stylistically slightly out of place, points at one of them leading to a few lines of text:]

[i]These dudes don’t get any screen time because their sex lives are VANILLA BORING, if you were wondering.[/i]

[Scene slices away to show the tundra again. Now, it’s covered in a dense coat of snow. Swirling white flakes blow off the bumps of covered bushes as the camera pans.]

Narrator: By contrast, no predators native to the continent are large enough to seriously threaten a healthy full-grown bull. With their size, insulating fat layer, and thick coats the mature males have no problem with the cold, either. 

[A male zhoki, dusted with chilly white, slide onto the screen before the camera pan slows to bring them to center. Unperturbed by the weather, he’s digging at the roots of some plant obscured by the snow. He periodically jams his muzzle down in to bite at the roots he has exposed.]

Narrator: By staying inside a male, the female zhoki obviously avoids both predation and cold weather. Now, at the height of the cold season, these peculiar living arrangements serve another purpose as well.

[Viewpoint darts forward toward the bull’s face and loops under his forelimb. His sheath/penis/genital canal looms large in a brief view of those odd muscular genital lips before the view darts inward, traveling up the inside, hooks around and in to show the impossible view inside of his ‘love sack’. The inner tissue of it hugs wetly around the quiescent females within. Two, for this male, cuddled up against one another in the oxygenated slime.]

[i]They still manage to be cute even all goo’d up.[/i]

[The inner walls tremble. And, slowly at first, begin to shift.]

Narrator: The time is right for the zhokis to pass on their genes. First, the bull’s hormones cycle and activate the muscles of the clausura amorem.

[From the first subtle squeezings, movement ramps up. Innards squeeze and twist around the chubby rodentine females, pressing their short silky fur against sides and haunches. They wriggle against the walls wetly. Kneaded against each other they twist and tumble in the writhing pocket. The fluid supporting them begins to take a cloudy tint, and when at one point it pulls away briefly a tiny spray of grey cloudiness can be seen from a pore in the pouch wall.]

Narrator: This rather rough handling signals the female that he is releasing his sperm. In turn, she will undergo involuntary smooth-muscle contractions of her own-

[While the narrator is talking, picture goes into a slight slow motion and angle adjusts. It focuses on the rear end of one of the females. From this angle it’s shown that not only is there no tail at all (as previously seen) but unlike most terrestrial creatures there isn’t even a nub or any indication of a tailbone. The effect is rather strange, but among other things means she has a pair of rather plump if oddly-muscled buttocks framing her anus. Underneath that little pink hole runs a soft ridge, which is in fact vaguely reminiscent of the sheath she climbed into to get here, if further back and not so long. It visibly twitches under her short-furred skin.]

Narrator: -in order to draw in his sperm-carrying secretions.

[Either the camera angle or the female zhoki are shifting (it’s difficult to tell which), bringing the opening at the end of her… vagina? Fem-sheath? Around to be visible. The opening is swollen now, in a way that surely would have been visible when she climbed inside earlier. Evidently she has gone into heat, or some equivalent. The pink opening spasms around nothing, clenching perhaps on the memory penis that’s long gone from the zhoki species and sucking in the viscous juice- now jizz- that she is being marinated in.]

[i]TFW enjoying your massage way too much.[/i]

[Slo-mo glides back into regular pace, and the female zhokis’ kneading resumes at full speed. Both are clearly enraptured by this strange orgasm, tiny genitals pumping to pull in as much love-juice as they can, and end up smushed back-to-back with their faces twisted in rodent pleasure as they inhale the life-sustaining fluid they’ve soaked in for months, now diluted semen. A diagram view, showing a surface of pink tissue shaped like a comb or a brush of pink extrusions, slices over the right side of the climaxing females.]

Narrator: Female zhokis’ reproductive canals are lined in a layer of villi, microscopic projections of the reproductive tissue. Similar structures exist in the digestive and reproductive systems of many creatures and serve to increase surface area. In the zhoki these reproductive villi are sticky to the male sperm.

[Sperm cells, identifiable despite being oddly spherical and with two very short tails instead of one long one, float by in the representative diagram. Their pattern of motion indicates they are being carried by a strong current, and begin to drift back outward in time with the still-pictured female’s cooch-tube squeezing back down on nothing, but they catch on the villi’s tiny tendrils.]

Narrator: Over the course of several muscle contractions the sperm will accumulate on the surfaces, and be passed along inward to fertilize the egg. Zhoki sperm cells are barely mobile, so this is essential to their reproduction.

[i]It’s not like these guy’s swimmers can’t afford to be lazy fuckers, what with the love sack and the ladies’ bits doing all the work…[/i]

[The villi in the stylized image begin to pass along the struggling cells upward, while more settle on them. This diagram cuts back out of the right side. Meanwhile the female zhokis have continued to be tossed and turned and squeezed in the active, slimy, all-around water bed that is their mate. The churning maelstrom of oxygenated ejaculate slows to a stop, and the females end up face to face- they clutch to one another, still riding out their own pleasurable convulsions. One more time the walls slowly squeeze down on them, this time not in a squishing active embrace but closing in like form-fitting shrink-wrap around the cuddled females, and forcing the now rather creamy fluid outward into the love-sack’s entrance. Camera follows the flow, as it is methodically squeezed out by the peristaltic squeezing of the rings of the sheath wall in turn, until it and the splatters of cum emerge into the outside world. After a moment another gush forces out of the muscular opening. The sexual fluid steams where it lands in the snow.]

Narrator: The bull expels his sexual fluids to be replaced with fresh oxygen-carrying fluid in the clausura.

[Zoom out to show that the zhoki bull is nonchalantly munching on some piece of root he has dug out of the ground. Another bull is sitting not far away in the snow, grooming at a paw.]

Narrator: This cycle will repeat itself several times over the deep winter months to ensure that the females he is carrying will be fertilized with his young.

[The other male, lighter-colored from what fur is visible under the white dusting, hoists himself to all fours and walks over to the male who just finished mating (if it can be called that). He plods over on all four claws to snuffle at the jizz his companion has just expelled, and laps it up, biting at the snow to get the last bit. Not content, he angles his muzzle upward, and licks at the opening of the sheath that is still slightly dripping. The male on the receiving end grunts, looks back, and whuffs before going back to what he was doing]

Narrator: This unconventional reproductive system means there is no evolutionary pressure on grown males to compete. Except during early autumn, when they spread out to forage and fatten up for the winter, they demonstrate an easygoing tolerance of one another, socializing and grooming.

[The sheath-cleaning gets rather intense. Before long the licking male is forcing his tongue a few inches inside his compatriot, who has rolled over into the snow to let him. He grunts happily as he is worked over, though his contentment doesn’t seem quite comparable to lust.]

[i]Grooming. Yes. No homo. Just being bros. X)[/i]

[i]Actually I guess I take that back? ‘Cause there’s at least three chicks involved? Whatevs it’s all cool.[/i]

Narrator: Elsewhere, females not chosen by a bull this year are denned up in communal burrows.

[Transition to a dim earthen hole, roots like supporting pillars here and there from dirt ceiling to floor lined with dried grass. There’s a group of female zhokis piled together in a dozens-strong cuddle-puddle of soft-looking white and grey mottled fur. One kicks in her sleep, pushing away another who, after laying still in the grass a moment, shakes awake, rolls onto all fours, and shuffles back to burrow into the pile.]

[i]So. Fucking. Cute.[/i]

Narrator: Without an insulating male to warm them they have grown in an extra coat. They will spend these months sleeping and digging to nibble on edible roots with their bachelorette band. They too will groom one another’s genital canals, a behavior conserved across both sexes. 

[One of the zhokis’ eyes blink open, and she nuzzles between the legs of one of her companions. It’s not a difficult thing to do, with all of them jammed this way and that into a mass of fur, noses, and paws. It’s awkward on a bed made of other zhokis, but she eventually pushes the others into an angle such that she can be face-to-underbelly with the other and trail down to the opening of her sheath-like vulva. Which she tongues awkwardly until she finds her rhythm. She settles in to tongue-fuck the other female’s fem-sheath. The tube is thin enough that the tongue inside is visible, wriggling in and out surprisingly deep. After a bit the lick-ee clambers around, shifting some of the others as she moves, to settle into a sixty-nine with her lick-er.]

Narrator: It is believed that this activity serves to help regulate their hormonal cycles and ensure that their reproductive anatomy will function properly in the coming year, when they will hopefully find a male to mate with.

[Before long a cascade of sorts has started, and most of the mound of little females is involved in one way or another… although one visible from here agitatedly swats at others who try to interrupt her sleep for a while before grumpily crawling off to try to nap a little ways away. Cut to the outside again, a nice view of a swaying bush branch, snow coated. Time lapse. Night, day, night, day, and the snow and icicles on the branch are starting to thaw and green leaves spring out of the woody branches.]

Narrator: Spring. The planet’s angle of spin has brought the southern continent back into warmer proximity, and the tundra turns lush and green once more.

[A familiar mouth comes from the left and closes on the branch, munching the entire sprouting limb. View pulls back to show the original bull zhoki, the first one to be seen. Camera slowly pans ‘south’.]

Narrator: With the season changing, it’s time for our bull’s lodgers to leave for the season and be about their business.

[A startled- or possibly pleased- sounding grunt comes from the male just as the angle begins to encompass his sheath and balls. A ripple passes through his furred belly, abdominal muscles squeezing. Again. And the very base of his sheath/penis bulges outward. The bulge subsides, his stomach ripples again, and it returns and passes down. This continues, the bulge followed by another, and then a third. They pass convulsively down his sheath with each ripple, and his groans take on a pleased reverberant note. Finally the first of the bulges reaches his tip, which opens up around it, and a damp and slimy female pops out of his sheath lips to tumble several inches to the ground. She is still momentarily, then shakes all at once, stumbling to all fours.]

[i]Wakey wakey little lady! Up and at ‘em.[/i]

[She coughs, tiny little squeaky noises beginning as she begins to clear the male’s juices out of her lungs. Hacking up the last of the, essentially, pre-cum is interrupted by the second female falling on top of her, and she is still chattering in annoyance at the new arrival when the third falls on her. All of them are chubbier than when they started, fat off the nourishment they received inside. He steps back carefully, to nuzzle and lick at them. The ‘help’ grooming sends them tumbling, as they are still nonetheless barely wider around than the root of the tongue he’s pushing against them.]

Narrator: It seems this male found several females to his liking last autumn. All of them are carrying his young now, and will be striking out on their own for the summer. They will soon search for good places to build a nest, and give birth to the next generation.

[One by one, they scramble away. The bull stops to roll around on the ground, grooming at his sides in a self-satisfied manner.]

[i]…I really gotta wonder from how they act if popping out the females feels sexy… probably.[/i]

[Another animal, smaller, walks in to the scene on all fours to examine the big bull. It takes a moment to recognize from the scale, but this must be a smaller male zhoki- he can’t be more than half the size of the elder he’s curiously sniffing at.]

Narrator: In time, the young, born less than an inch long, will grow. The females will be mature by the end of the summer. Young males will grow over several years to full size, proving their fitness by surviving long enough to reach full growth.

[The grown male nuzzles the youngster in a friendly fashion, rolls upright, and meanders off to look at another tasty-looking bit of greenery. His new acquaintance bounces after him. Camera tilts upward to show the sky. It is [i]lovely.[/i] In the twilight the swirls of color, nebulas twisting and weaving into each other in gentle arcs and blending clouds, is a portrait of absolute beauty.]

[i]Okay, okay, it’s pretty. Still fucks up reception harder than the top plat fucks ALL the girls.[/i]

Narrator: Despite their extreme differences in size, the zhokis life cycle continues again and again. Their strange anatomy and behaviors make them survivors in this shifting climate. Next year the circle will repeat to reaffirm the continuity of life.

[View continues on upward, still showing the lovely astronomical phenomena as the planet recedes. Theme music wells up in the background.]

Narrator: We continues onward, but we leave knowing that the zhokis will continue to thrive. Tune in next time as we explore the reproductive habits of more strange and wonderful creatures on Kink Planet!

[Credits play. At one point a single line appears at the bottom.]

[i]Did it show that I had a looooot of free time to fiddle with the angles and such? I did. Kinda miss the fluffy little fuzzballs though. Catch ya later, kinksters![/i]



[center]End of Episode 3[/center]