Part 3

More than anything, Natasha loved to sleep. She never got enough sleep, it happened because more than sleep, she loved to read books - love stories or watch TV shows about love. But lately, strange things have happened to her. Every night she had the same dream. More precisely, the dream was about the same thing, but during the night she looked through several series in a row. Now she was in a hurry to come home from work, to have dinner as soon as possible, quickly do housework and, at ten in the evening, as an exemplary girl, lie down in her warm bed and, failing to close her beautiful eyes, fall into an interesting dream.

All dreams were more real than reality. In the morning, waking up, Nat remembered them completely. In dreams, she lived not one day, but several at once. With each subsequent days it became more. Nath explained this by the fact that the alien, who had stolen a copy of her essence, was flying in a spacecraft, which all the time was accelerating its movement in space. The theory of relativity, you know, had its quirks. Umnichka immediately figured out why so. However, she did not understand why she sees these dreams. Besides, she was sure that her copy - for simplicity, the girl called her Tasha, and Nat herself - did not see dreams of her original. Nat was sure of it.

She could not influence the actions or deeds of her copy. Some seemed to her not peculiar to her - too depraved or inconsistent. The copy over time began to separate from the original. This is understandable. She had her own life, saturated with other events than that of Nata. The original days were like one another: work, home, sleep. The clone was preparing to become matter. In one of the dreams, she gave birth to thirteen beautiful cubs. These lovely creatures were very sweet. While Nat was in a dream, she felt like Tasha. But as soon as she woke up, a bitter awareness of reality was falling on her, that all this was happening not with her, but with her clone. Sometimes she even regretted copying her. “Couldn't Dumbist steal me without any projection withdrawals ?!”, she once thought. But soon drove this thought. Anyway, Nat considered Tasha to be an independent person. “It will take quite a bit of time, and it will become completely different. If it was destined to happen this way, I will consider her to be my sister, ”the girl thought so, without thinking about the ethical norms of cloning. In addition, she was not aware of the Galactic law on the theft of intelligent beings. Actually, the cloning was also punished, but much softer.

Soon her dreams began to change. She has become a sort of third-party disembodied observer. What kind of spirit. There were no locked doors for her. Nat traveled throughout the ship. She easily managed to find out what these or other things were designed for. For this, she connected to the computer brain as if in search of information on a computer in reality and learned everything about everything. But one day a terrible thing happened. Dreams are gone. They disappeared. Stop dreaming. More precisely, went into the category of ordinary. It was a blow to Nata. She did not find a place. Taking a vacation at her own expense, the girl began to experience a variety of unconventional means: from alcohol, soft drugs to weak tranquilizers and hypnotics that fell from the feet of a buffalo.

But dreams did not dream. Do not dream and everything! Though you burst. Walking around the city at night, Natasha accidentally wandered into a kind of entertainment institution. A modest girl would not have gone to this for any price. But not now. Now she was upset, depressed, depra enveloped her beautiful brow. Perhaps Nat was ready for any recklessness.Having somehow got through the tangle of bodies bending in a dance trance to the bar counter, not a slutty maid pouted her gorgeous ass onto a rotating high chair and, calling the bartender, ordered a Tranai special. The bartender bulged his gray eyes and asked:

- Chevo?

“Forgive him, dear lady,” came the pleasant baritone above the ear of the lovely lady, “he did not read Robert Sheckley.” Dear, ”the handsome handsome man, who had not attained thirty years old, addressed the bartender,“ pour fifty grams of whiskey into a tall glass and fill it to the top with tarragon.

- I guessed? - he turned again to the lady, - do not be honored for the intrusiveness, it is just nice to meet in this den a lover of classic fiction ... Serge, - he introduced himself.

The lady was surprised by the strange reprimand of a man in the spirit of novels of the nineteenth century. Unlike the bartender's "chevo" - it looked like the northern lights in the middle of lamb eggs, as the great aunt of her mother used to say.

“Natalie,” jumping off the spit and slightly half-squatting, as if symbolizing kniksen, the modest girl introduced herself.

With all this, she stretched out her palm not as they usually say hello, but as if for a kiss. The man happily touched his lips to Natalie's sweet hand.

Electricity pierced the whole essence of the woman - in her panties locking her, her eyes were covered with languishing, her nipples, clamped by the fabric of her bra, fluttered and vibrated, rushing out. Nat, a little flushed, breathed often and deeply. To calm down, the girl grabbed a glass with a green turtle without looking and drank it to the bottom in one sitting. Alcohol struck the weak non-drinker's brains. The music sank, the colors flashed brighter. Looking at the kisser of her pen, she saw dramatic changes in him. Before her stood a completely naked alien. He was bald. Not smooth shaved, but bald by nature. His skin was bright blue. On the face there were two brown eyes, in which an extraordinary, inquisitive mind glowed.

After a couple of seconds, everything was back to square one. But Nat already realized that what she had seen a few seconds ago was the real essence of an alien. And what everyone else sees: “Prompted hallucination” or simply “transgender telekinetic mirage”

- He is blue! - pointing with a finger, referring incomprehensibly to whom, said the girl who had settled down from half a hundred point.

The bartender, assuming that she is saying this to him, quipped:

- One should not make hasty conclusions without getting to know the person closer.

“I meant blue,” the sober girl tried to explain, but realizing that they would not understand her here, she suddenly grabbed the stranger’s hand and dragged him toward the ladies' room.

- Where are you taking me? - the stranger was perplexed, but dutifully trudged behind the girl clinging like a tick into his hand, loudly creeping with his heels on the parquet.

Once in a mono-gender establishment, an unprincipled maiden, she pushed into one of the unlocked cabins of the MCH, which did not rest, and despite surprisingly rare visitors to the room, locked the door behind her and said:

- Come on, show yourself!

“Yes, please,” the stranger shrugged, revealing his true self.

He was in everything similar to a human man, except for the complete absence of hair and bright blue skin. Even his dick was cheerful blue, and his lips, nipples and head dark, rather, blue or even purple.

- Why are you naked?

- You are too hot.

- Well, I could wear panties.

- What for? No one sees.

- And when you sleep?

- I sleep alone. In his apartment. If I disconnect in a dream, no one will see.

- Do you want to sleep with me? More precisely, sleep.

- Want...

- How did you find me?

- Nooo! You found me. You are the only one in the entire observable universe that attracts aliens to itself.

- Then to you or to me?

“To me,” answered the blue man.

“Get dressed, I don't want them to see you like this.”

- They don't see. Only you see ...

***

Almost no one was on the street at this late hour. Alien raised his blue face to the sky and enjoyed the raindrops, which Nate seemed opposing.Noticing how the girl cuddles from the water streams that hit her anywhere, especially by the collar, he created a kind of umbrella over her head, no, no ... Read more →