(Author's Note: writing another path in case I get any bits of Ghelzor lore or phisiology wrong, can be merged into another path if needed.)
It had been a long journey from the comforts of Earth, but your guidance had given the millions on this journey hope. And finally, the sensors on the Earthship "Persistence" picked up the signs of heat and gravitational pull from the cold vacuum of space. A light-purple sphere, with a brilliant glow. Your colonists, who'd put in so much sacrifice to create a new start for humans, had almost lost hope of touching firm ground ever again... But thanks to you, they would indeed have a planet to call their own.
Perhaps even more than that. As you sent out more scout ships, the purple planet had four others just like it nearby. Each got larger and larger, with the biggest being about the size of the moon. They seemed to be connected by some great planetary bridge at their South Poles, though thick fog blocked your view.
You sent your Science Officer, Dr. Genrich, to analyze the data from the probes. She and her crew quickly reported back on the new world. It had a humid, temperate climate, massive plates of fertile dirt, and even gentle seas of water. The skies were filled with a serene, otherworldly mist.
Your crewmates were eager to land, but you still had reservations. This strange set of planets had unusual atmospheres, and a strange surfaces with maze-like mountain chains and odd trees. You saw no star, so you couldn't tell if the weather would stay this hospitable, or how it would orbit. Choosing a landing spot would require deep analysis.
But soon, you didn't have a choice. The five planets began to move rapidly, chaotically. Scout drones quickly crashed, crushed under massive rockskides. Despite your pilot's quick and cautious response, your ships were caught in the huge shifts in gravitational pull, like old boats stuck in a storm. The uniform fleet was scattered like dust particles. Communication broke apart. Your starships each made emergency landings on distant, separate landmasses.
Little did you know, the "planets" you had been observing were the five delicate toes on the right foot of Crown Princess Arilaz II of Ghelzor.
The readings of warmth were due to her body heat.
Their misty atmosphere and fog was the natural result of Ghelzor body temperature and smell clashing with the freshness outside.
The patches of fertile land on wet seas amid tall mountains and crevices and tall trees... Tiny dirt sediments and drops of sweat from her recent stroll outside, stuck in her toeprints and microscopic hairs.
And those chaotic shifts in gravity that had sent you and several million humans careening through space... that was Arilaz wiggling her toes idly in her sleep, feet peeking slightly out of her silky blankets.
The Princess had a restful sleep, green eyes shut. Her tail fluttered left and right. She dreamed of the stars. She had very few material wants, with many servants to take care of her every need. But she still felt happiest alone, watching the movement of small planets and comets in the dark courtyard. Many saw them as gross, floating dust, and encouraged her to focus on other things. But Arilaz was entranced by the way they twinkled, like small gemstones. Late into the night, she followed planets from a distance, and drew maps of how they moved around stars. Being only 150 years old, it fascinated her how many of these constellations had been around for lifetimes longer than she was, performing their dance. One time, she was about to pluck one from its place to fashion into a necklace, a cute thing coloured green and blue - but she knew that moving it too far from its normal space might freeze it, and ruin its colour, so she left it be with a sad wave.
Never had she considered there could be intelligent species living on the planets. To be sentient, they'd have to have, at the very least, brains the size of an island. Ghelzor scientists theorized that some planets might have some interesting bacteria and germs, but they found nothing on the ones they'd observed, and fears of viruses kept them from researching further. Still, Arilaz loved looking at the minuscule surfaces of worlds, with their weird microscopic rock formations, and in the night dreamed that she was navigating them with her own legs.
Thus, the catastrophic toe-curling that sent the human ships flying all around, struggling to make landing.
A large set of settlers stabilized quickly, and ended in the gap between Arilaz's gargantuan toes. Even the skin ridges on there were so immense, they could barely see beyond into the scales on her leg. They quickly tried to set radio communication back up, with no luck.
More ships flew towards her sheets. They used the last of their fuel to navigate through the massive holes in the weave, landing on Arilaz's stomach, ass, and breasts. Caught on the deep landscapes of her tight cleavage, deep navel, and round ass cheeks, the millions found the land around their ship hospitable; and set to gathering plates of dead skin cells to rebuild and nourish them.
Some ships had flung so far, that they landed on Arilaz's beautiful, resting face. They had no time at all to admire her, or even recognize where they were. Gigantic, raging tornadoes picked them up and sent them into deep, wet caverns. Arilaz's soft snoring inhaled hundreds of thousands of tiny explorers deep into her nose, or into her giant mouth. The faster-than-light warp engines of human ships were no match for the Ghelzor respiratory system, and they soon sunk deep into her body.
The majestic Princess Arilaz, in one night, had made herself the home of millions of humans, lost and separated.
Living was hard for the first days. With many of the colonists' supplies spread unevenly among the ships, they had to ration them well. They'd lost contact with each other, and had to reorganize their governments quickly to manage the hungry, restless civilians. The strange, alien nature of their surroundings was overbearing, and it took many a long time to get used to farming on the light-purple land, sailing the sweatdrops, or looking up to the misty skies.
Then, the day Arilaz awoke from her long slumber - or short nap in Ghelzor time. There were massive earthquakes as she rose her bed, a colossal shift in the maps of curves. Populations were forced to seek shelter in her wrinkles, in her deep butt, in her dark scales and thorns, or in her milky breasts' ducts.
And yet, it was the beginning of a miracle.
Ladies in waiting were quick to strip the princess nude from her sleepwear - revealing light to some cities for the first time in days. As was customary for Ghelzor nobles, they bathed and massaged her in skin-nourishing oils and perfumes. As the servants' careful hands rubbed it in, it caused huge tremors for the human populaces; but left behind massive supplies of food and drink, as their special lotion was delicious and suitable for their consumption. Some communities researched it as a natural phenomenon, and looked for ways to process the food and drink. Others accepted the gargantuan hands from space as dieties, giving them a reward for their bravery.
Arilaz also enjoyed a fine breakfast of gourmet dishes, made with fruits and vegetables the size of planets and meteors. No matter how good her table manners were, it was a cacophonous, chaotic flood in her mouth and stomach. Yet, the Earthships she'd swallowed and inhaled, having been built to survive high pressure and strange environments, were able to send miners out to retrieve the remains of the food. These bits of material, softened by her saliva and chewing, filled them with courage, and helped them grow their gut-and-mouth-based cities.
She was cloaked in her royal garbs, wonderful cloth and expensive jewlery. This gave the civilizations more terrain to spread out on.
And lastly, her morning walk. Arilaz enjoyed the peace of the Ghelzor Kingdom, and the feeling of earthy ground beneath her feet. The small twigs and clumps of dirt picked up by her tremendous, powerful steps and the sweep of her tail were invisible to her. But to the humans living down there, they were vital resources, new land to plant on, and strong material to build mighty new tools from.
Thanks to the miraculous morning, the entirety of Planet Arilaz was in harmony, celebrating their new home. For humans huddled together, the alien princess provided a warm, loving place to develop. And Arilaz, herself, noticed nothing, still not even aware of the very concept of a human. She just enjoyed watching the distant planets fly around...
It was time for you to spread further, discover more about your new planet, and try to make contact with other cities - to see how they survived. Your city was...
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