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Time seemingly skipped for Cassie as she found herself standing directly in front of the red crystal spire, staring up at the monument.  “What are you?”  She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Cassie started to buy the idea all of this was normal but quickly snapped herself out of it. “I’m dreaming; I know that.  But all those red things we found on the farm are real.”  She hesitated, finding her lack of fear to be somewhat peculiar.  I need to be careful; this is a dream, none of this is real.

“You are a sharp one,” responded the entity.  It recalled how differently Laura’s dream went.  Cassie could immediately see the spire and engage in conversation.  “I always knew you were special.  I’m confident now that you are the one who can help me.” 

Cassie winced, turning her head to scan her surroundings.  The uncanny, uncomfortable ambiance emanating from the sanguine farm didn’t bode well.  “Special?  How?”  She demanded, looking back at her inhuman guest.  “I need answers.  I don’t think I even need to ask any questions; I’m sure you can guess what they would be.”  Her eyes narrowed.  “If I find out you pose any kind of threat to Laura, I will--”  What would she do?  Could she kill it?  Report it?  “At the very least, I can promise you that I won’t give you anything you want.”

“The fact you’re able to confront me and speak with such conviction is what makes you the perfect candidate to help me,” quickly responded the monolith. Undoubtedly Laura would recall their conversation; maybe it should have started with her.  “I understand that you won’t immediately trust me, but I assure you no harm will come to your family.”

“We’ll see about that.  Explain yourself,” plainly stated Cassie.  Of course, this entity would claim no harm regardless of its actual intent.

The crystal spire was happy to comply.  “You can refer to me as Crin.  As you have likely extrapolated, I am not from your planet.  I had been cast out into space for millennia-- or maybe hundreds of thousands of years, if not longer.  It was hard to gauge properly as I was going in and out of hibernation.  When I sensed life nearby, I changed course and came here.”  It recalled giving these details to Laura previously but knew she likely recalled none of this.  The story it gave mainly was the same as the one provided to Laura, but not entirely.

Cassie shook her head, muttering to herself.  This whole scenario felt so unlikely and farfetched.  She instinctively wanted to call Crin out on its bullshit but realized it would be pointless.  The fact of the matter was that these red crystals popped up and saved the farm.  Considering these crystals fell to the farm during a meteor shower, this story made sense.  “So, you’re on earth by chance?  Why did you wander space? What’s your goal?”  Something felt off about his story;

“In short, my old home grew inhospitable for organic lifeforms.  As time passed, every one of them died.  I had to witness the despair and hopelessness of all sapient life as their planet died.”  Crin paused for a second.  “I can live eternally without breathing or sustenance.  “But, I have been cursed with the sensibilities and emotions of a mortal being.  To be frank, I was inconceivably lonely.  Hundreds of thousands of years, isolated and left with my thoughts as company.”

Cassie’s visage softened slightly.  “Are you trying to tell me that your only goal is finding intelligent beings to interact with because you’re lonely?”

“Basically, yes.  I wish to socialize and form bonds with others.  I do not wish to return to my seemingly eternal purgatory.”

Cassie sat down cross-legged in the grass with a sigh while a gentle breeze caressed her cheek.  This was a lot to take in.  She was never one to lucid dream, so this vivid and real felt uncanny.  In the few instances she did lucid dream, she would wake up soon after recognizing nothing was real.  However, this farm bathed in crimson light felt quite real and unyielding.  “So it’s just a coincidence you landed here.  Why are you helping us?   Do you expect me to believe you’re doing all of this for no other reason than to make friends?”

“I don’t expect you to trust me.  I assumed you would not, considering your intelligence.  But, yes, you are correct.  I have nothing to gain from helping your farm other than earning the favor of Laura and yourself.  If I save your farm and reduce the stress experienced by the two of you, I am hoping I can help your community and be your friend.” 

Cassie had some other questions; how could this being seemingly speak English?  Was she just interpreting its words as English?  She also wanted to know precisely what helping the farm would entail.  As she prepared to lob another volley of questions, fog rolled in slowly as the surrounding world grew fuzzier.  Briskly standing, Cassie swiveled her head with mild concern.  “What’s going on now??  Am I waking up?  Also, I still don’t trust you.  If you’ve had thousands of years of whatever, I’m sure you’ve also had plenty of time to think of a story!”  She raised her voice, wanting to reinforce that last point if their meeting got cut short.

“You will wake up very soon as you assumed.  I will answer more questions for you in the coming weeks.”  Crin had another plan to ease some of Cassie’s worry.  “If you do not trust me in sixty days, I will voluntarily hibernate for another five-hundred years, and re-attempt my quest for companionship after you and your family are long gone.  You will never have to see or hear from me again.”



Would you do that?  Cassie ruminated on the information she had been given.  There wasn’t much time left; she would be awake very soon based on the rate at which the farm around her deteriorated.

Crin continued.  “You are exceptional, Cassie.  I will give you the power to make your sister happy and make your farm prosper.  If you wish to return my gift in two months, I will take it back.”

“W-- Wait!  Gift? Power? What are you on about exactly?  What are you going to do to--”  Cassie’s words cut off as a vortex of wind and fog began to swirl around her.  She staggered backward, attempting to regain her footing as it pulled everything inward. “I’m not ready to wake up yet, hey!”



“We will speak again.  Please remember that I will leave in two months if you so desire; everything would then return to the way it was before.”  Crin’s voice grew muffled through the gale of wind.

“Hey!  Don’t--”

“Leave yet!”  Cassie yelled, sitting up in bed.  She blinked in confusion, deeply breathing as she took a slow look around her room.  “This-- is my room…”  She muttered, brushing from her brow.  Pulling the blankets aside, she quickly realized her pajamas and bedding had been saturated with her perspiration.  She still vividly recalled that dream and conversation with Crin as she fell onto her back and stretched her arms and legs out.  Cassie blankly stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly in an attempt to curb her ongoing adrenaline rush.

“I’m going to need to wash everything, aren’t I?” Cassie groaned, tracing her fingers over her blanket.  After a few seconds, she noticed something off.  What’s this?  She rubbed the fabric between her finger and thumb, feeling something viscous and sticky.  It felt gooey and slimy, unlike the usual wetness she felt after sweating all day.  Cassie sat up once more, holding her hand out as she stared.  Quite strangely, her fingers had a slight reddish tinge where she rubbed.  “What the…'' Cassie muttered, pressing her finger and thumb tips together.  As she pulled her digits apart, she noticed a red strand of ooze connecting them.  Cassie briefly recalled getting glue on her hands as a child and doing the same thing.  “What?--  What is this?”  Adrenaline once again pumped through her, returning to assault her full force.

Giddiness consumed Laura as she drove into town by herself. This morning, she had been annoyed due to her big sister giving a random lecture on staying away from those red crystals.  She also faintly recalled masturbating to some weird shit the previous night before passing out.  Thankfully, her mood had drastically improved since then.  Once again, the girls ended up finishing their chores early as the farm seemingly tended itself.  While Cassie ultimately decided to stay home, Laura took this as an opportunity to drive around without a care in the world.

“Hmmm…”  She intently watched both sides of the road, looking for something fun to do.  Various restaurants and shops lined the street, none of which caught Laura’s interest.  With a sigh of frustration, she pulled over in a gas station parking lot and whipped out her phone to look up things to do around her.  As she tapped away at her screen, she adjusted her butt to get comfortable.  Every ten or fifteen seconds, cursing how poorly designed her car seat must have been.  She changed focus away from her phone, refocusing her effort to get comfortable.  Why does my seat feel so small?  She lamented, staring downward.  Her ass seemed to take up more space than usual, eagerly to her white capris.  She hoped she wouldn’t regret wearing white later today.  “I thought my pants were feeling tight…  Am I putting on weight?”  She asked herself out loud.  Putting on pounds while working back-breaking labor was quite the feat.  How was this even possible?  Their workload had only been lessened for a short period; there was no way to put on this much weight this quickly.  Laura remembered the struggle her bra provided earlier, moving her hands up to cup her breasts through her pale blue button-up top.  Last night she noted they seemed like a small C cup; were they a little bigger than that now? Even just brushing against them faintly was enough to make her yelp in shock.  Why are you being like this today?  Laura huffed at her swollen chest mounds, picking at her bra carefully while finding a good sitting position.  This would have to be good enough; she chose to blame her engorged assets and tender breasts on a combination of doing less labor and the fact her period would start any moment now.

Laura switched her attention back to finding a source of entertainment, starting her car as she turned onto the road.  After another minute, a sign finally caught her attention. A Dave and Busters called out to her amongst a sea of mundane, uninteresting bullshit.  Wasting away the hours on random arcade games while saving up enough tickets for crap she didn’t need was one of her favorite pastimes.  One she hadn’t been able to indulge in since moving.

Laura slowed and turned eagerly into the parking lot, driving past the Red Lobster with two stars on Google Reviews and that new Starbucks that inexplicably had a drive-thru line at least twenty cars long.  After parking, she trotted to the door with pep in her step.  Each foot forward caused her ample rear to strain against her pants, giving her hips a more pronounced sway than usual.  Higher up, her tits chafed uncomfortably, testing the buttons of her shirt as they worked harder to keep her increasingly ample bosoms contained.  While these events annoyed Laura on some level, she was too entranced by the allure of mindless gaming to pay much notice.

Laura approached the counter, standing behind a couple in front of her while silently thanking whoever ran this establishment for the ample air conditioning. The combination of dim lighting to hide any dampness and cool air to prevent exacerbating her discomfort was incredibly welcome.

“How can I help you, ma’am?”  A young, college-age man asked in a bored tone, staring dully at the new patron as she approached.  His eyes moved slowly, discretely examining her features.

“Hmmm…”  Laura thought for a moment, crossing her arms under her chest and unintentionally hoisting her tender mammaries upward. “How far will twenty bucks get me?”  While thinking over the logistics of how long she could waste here, she failed to notice her nipples hardening to near-diamond levels and piercing through her moistened bra and top.  On the other hand, she did feel the painful throbbing that mounted within her chest and hoped to ignore it until it went away.  She would pop some ibuprofen in a minute, which would probably help.

The man just blinked and stared blankly, struggling to maintain eye contact.  His demeanor shifted from aloof to more pleasant as he brushed his short, well-cut brown hair from his face and smiled.  “Oh yeah!  I’d be happy to help,” he chimed happily, going over how much the games and machines cost.

Laura was too distracted to determine whether or not she was being ogled, instead of casting glances toward the arcade and forming her battle plan as the man spoke.  When he finished, she smiled.  “Thanks--” She glanced at his nametag briefly.  “José!” Laura took her card and briskly walked into the arcade proper.

As Laura looked for something fun to do, she was careful to keep her body obscured from the handful of other customers scattered around the arcade.  While searching and lost in thought, she noticed a teenage boy giving her a look and turned to see what he was doing.

His eyes briefly made contact with Laura’s heaving chest before shifting up to meet her eyes.  A slight yelp escaped his lips as he turned and scurried off with crimson cheeks.

Laura’s heart rate picked up as she carefully crossed her arms over her chest.  She felt self-conscious and embarrassed but ultimately chalked this up to teenagers being dumb and horny.  It’s just some kid, relax.  She took a deep breath, ignoring the discomfort in her nipples.  Before long, she pressed onward and continued her search.

After another minute, her eyes honed in on a new target. There you are!  She approached the Galaga machine and took her seat, resolving to leave a positive review for this location after noticing the ample seating for every single arcade cabinet.  Who the hell wanted to stand while playing video games all afternoon?  Or, instead, all of the next couple of hours or so until her budget was used up.  As she put her card in the slot, she once again noted the extra squish beneath her.  Everything below her waist felt more tightly packed than usual.  It was enough to make Laura slip her hands under her body to confirm whether or not this chair had a cushion.  “Nope…”  She frowned, feeling a slight amount of unease.  I came here to game, so I’m going to game. Laura resolved as she readied her hands, focused on the screen, and started the game.

The first few levels went by without a hitch, Laura falling into a cathartic rhythm of blasting alien spaceships.  Retro gaming was an unlikely hobby of hers, but she held it dear. As the levels went by, her mind gradually wandered.  She was only fifteen levels in when a feeling of boredom and monotony crept into her psyche.  With a sigh, she continued playing while reminiscing about the farm.  I wonder how Betty is doing right now.  I bet she’s looking forward to being milked tomorrow.  She couldn’t help but think about her precious cows.  How cute and happy they looked grazing under the sun; how eagerly they mood while swishing their tails in delight when it was time to be milked.  As soon as her thought train veered into milking, her swollen breasts spasmed, sending warm shocks down through her torso.

“A-- Ahhhh…” Laura moaned out, trembling as she tried to keep her voice down. She overlooked that her ship got blown up and peered down at her chest.  Each nipple embedded itself in her bra, poking through the increasingly tight blouse.  “What the hell?  It’s not that cold,” growled Laura, turning her attention away from the machine as she shakily reached down to adjust herself.  While doing so, she noticed how much trouble her buttons were having as they creaked.  It was as if her blouse was in pain and crying out for help.  Shifting back onto her feet, Laura’s hot, panties rode up into her sensitive vulva, eliciting a small cry from Laura as her cheeks turned crimson.  She turned her from left to right, seeing no people in sight.  Thankfully, it was a slow weekday at the carcade.  With the coast clear, Laura slipped a hand onto her waistband in an attempt to dislodge her underwear.  She quickly noticed the outline of her feminine slit pressed upon her sweat-dampened capris.

A pang of anxiety shot through Laura as she realized how odd all of this was.  At this point, she had forgotten about her game and let the countdown end.  What the hell is going on here?  She thought in confusion, starting to consider going home.  Man, I need to change-- and go on a diet.  When I get home, I’m going to…  Her thought train tapered off as her mind grew fuzzy.  I need to check on the cows.  Maybe I could take a nap in the pasture with them; it’s such a beautiful day to be outside after all.  She didn’t quite understand why, but the thought of sitting here and gaming all day sounded kind of boring.  Wouldn’t it be better to shut her brain off and relax?  That would be way easier than trying not to die one-hundred levels into Galaga.  There was something else, though; a swelling of sexual need within her loins.  She contemplated whether she needed to get laid.  It had been a while.

Despite the fact Laura had been gung-ho about her afternoon of arcade shenanigans just minutes prior, the allure of profusely masturbating followed by spending the rest of her day with the cows was proving hard to resist.

“Oh, hey!”  José waved, approaching Laura cautiously as he gulped and wiped some sweat from his brow.  “I thought I saw you having a difficult time over here.  Is this game giving you any trouble?”  Did it eat your money or something?”  He moved closer, almost seeming hopeful that she would require some assistance.

Laura turned beet red, snapping back to reality as she swiveled in her chair just enough to obscure her body a bit.  Ooh!  No, I’m sorry.  I’m just trying to remember if I forgot to do something important at home before coming here.”  She turned her head to face him.

 “That’s all it is…”  Her words trailed off and grew quiet as she made eye contact with José.  Had he been this attractive half an hour ago when she arrived?  She couldn’t help but notice how well cut his black hair was.  His goatee was finely groomed and symmetrical, his deep brown eyes peering deep into her soul.  She admired how youthful yet masculine his face was.  Just squared enough to appear manly but still rounded and soft enough to seem welcoming and approachable.  She failed to notice the musky aroma wafting from her body and into the air around them.

José’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.  His eyes shakily stared down at Laura’s tits despite getting a mostly obscured view.  He shifted slightly and pursed his lips.  “I, uhh…”  After regaining some of his composure, he continued.  “You, like, don’t want to be here right now, right?  I get off in twenty minutes.  Maybe we could do something more fun-- err…  Like, I could get you, uhh.  A drink or dinner?”  He stammered awkwardly, unable to deliver his speech with any degree of eloquence.

Something snapped inside of Laura upon hearing the man’s proposal.  A surge of excitement and primal need flooded her senses, overpowering any self-restraint she had left.  “Do you live close? Maybe I could come over and get to know you, José.”  A quiet voice inside Laura screamed that this was an awful idea and tried to reason with her that this was a horrible idea.  However, a louder voice insisted that Laura had earned the right to unwind and screw around after dealing with hellish farm labor day after day.

 An intense lust permeated the air around them as José’s face brightened up with a look of awe and excitement.  “You know, I think I can be out in five minutes,” he responded with great anticipation.

CHAPTER END

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