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Starla’s Story

Commissioned by TRM

Written by HarmonyMotion

Part 1

Chapter 1

“The drill rigs and mining are destroying our planet!” Alistar cried before the head council of scientists that ruled Xenon.

“Perhaps… but your evidence is unconvincing. The energy we are reaping will surely be enough to power us for centuries to come. We will find a solution if it comes to that.”

“How can you risk the entire planet on that gamble!?” His protest fell on deaf ears.

“Your protests are the cries of someone who is far too conservative, someone who does not understand trade offs. Would you deny the rapid advancement of our civilization from this nearly limitless energy? And what if your forebodings do not come to fruition? We will have lost an era of prosperity for all of our peoples, all due to the naysayers of you and people like you.”

“I have… I have an alternative!”

“Your quantum theory is far too raw and untested. No, we will continue the drilling.”

Five years later, a prosperous, flourishing Planet Xenon was doomed. They drilled too far, too fast, too greedily. Most of the citizens considered their situation an age of paradise, living hedonistically and not putting effort into furthering their knowledge of the universe or advancing their science. People lived carefree, with no want for material wealth. Whatever they desired, their planetary drills provided enough energy to deliver.

Part of the energy they harvested was put back into powering the drills themselves, the exponential growth far outpacing what their models had predicted. The core of the planet became unstable as they dug beyond the point of no return.

Alistar, however, had not wasted those five years. With that energy, he was able to make his own large advances in his parallel quantum universe theory. However, he was just one man, and while there was no shortage of resources to power his experiments, the real bottleneck was his ingenuity. He simply could not manage and run every single test that he needed to. There was not enough time in the day to configure, test, ruminate, re-configure, and re-test.

When he made his big breakthrough, he sent out multiple probes, looking for a good parallel universe to jump to. The probabilistic nature of reality-hopping meant that most of them would never find something habitable. He sent out probe after probe, fighting against insurmountable odds that he could find a target destination.

Then, he spent his efforts focusing on a ship for the arduous journey. Xenon had spaceships that could traverse their entire solar system, but this was something else entirely. The vessel had to withstand the different, potentially harsh and lethal vacuums of space from other realities. He soon realized that he could not engineer a ship that could be sturdy enough to save his entire family. After a day of mourning, he steeled his resolve. He would save Starla, their daughter. His wife supported him one hundred percent as tears streamed down her face. They embraced each other. Starla was five years old—far too young to understand. But she cried with her mommy and daddy too.

His hope started to wane as the destruction of their planet neared. Even if he constructed the reality-traversing vessel, he would have no target to send Starla to. Would she just drift across infinite realities, suspended in sleep eternally, as good as dead? No, was this a fate worse than death?

And finally, one of his probes responded. It had landed on a primitive planet, blue and green and beautiful. Two of their inhabitants had discovered the strange device in their isolated farm. The probe opened communications.

Alistar’s wife, Astra, explained their situation to the native inhabitants. She explained their plight, how their planet was doomed, and how Alistar was desperate to save one, just one, of their inhabitants, along with all the knowledge and history of their culture. She introduced them to Starla, and they began to build a rapport as they talked daily.

Mark and Joanna had never been able to conceive, and their hearts wept for Alistar’s family. Starla was bright, bubbly, and a bundle of joy. They would gladly do their part to raise her and preserve the last Xenonian and her culture.

And thus, near the eve of destruction, a ten year old Starla was placed in the small capsule that Alistar had painstakingly constructed in a desperate bid to save just a single person.

They said their tearful farewells as Starla’s capsule reached escape velocity and shot out into the black emptiness beyond. She would need plenty of room in the void of space to begin her reality traversal.

“Do not forget us! You are the last hope of Xenon. All of us will live through you!”

“We love you, Starla! We love you forever!”

“I love you Mom, Dad! I’ll never forget you!!” she cried.

And as the planet’s surface began to fragment, leaking and radiating its lethal power, Starla’s vessel made its first jump and winked into the ether, just before the shockwave of the destruction of the planet washed over it.

Chapter 2

Starla fell deep into sedation as her father’s vessel began its meandering journey through reality-space. There was no guarantee when she would arrive on this parallel planet called Earth, or whether she would arrive at all.

Deep in space where the probability of materializing inside of a planet was low, the ship constantly blurred and glowed different colors as the stars and planets shifted around it. Sometimes the sun shone yellow, sometimes red, and sometimes, there was a black void left behind from when it had exploded in a supernova. The ship’s engine continued to consume its large reservoir of the last gift the planet had given them—its Xenonian energy—as it journeyed through ever more realities.

Starla herself was intubated, the ship monitoring her vitals and feeding her nutrients intravenously. Electric shocks stimulated her nerves, making sure to flex her muscles so as to stave off atrophy. She grew, albeit at a stunted rate, which was good considering there was barely any spare room in the vessel to begin with.

As she phased through realities, the vessel blipped upon a vicious space storm that nearly broke the ship apart. The tiniest, microscopic leak of Xenonian energy trickled into her tubes as she continued to slumber. The vessel quickly blinked to the next reality, correcting its course away from the apocalyptic nightmare of that particular universe.

Still the planets disappeared and reappeared, stars light years away winked in and out, and the vessel looked for the absolute perfect configuration that would herald its destination.

After long, grueling years of monotony, it succeeded. There it was, halfway in between Mars and Earth. A satellite orbiting the green and blue planet. Its yellow sun, burning bright, long to live.

Starla’s ship began its descent.

Chapter 3

She crash landed in the middle of Mark and Joanna Gwent’s field around noon, when the sun was brightest so that people would be least likely to see the alien entry. The entry hatch opened vertically, revealing a now-sixteen year old Starla to the alien planet. Dressed in some sparse cloth bindings around her waist and chest, her body absorbed the yellow sunlight of this parallel universe, filling her with power and rousing her from her long journey’s slumber.

Her luminescent blue eyes slowly fluttered open. This planet’s sky was so blue, its environment so green, the smell of nature so foreign to Starla. Immediately, it hit her that she would never see Xenon or her parents again. She began to weep bitterly into her hands.

A small, rectangular, handheld Xenonian device began to ring. Starla wiped her puffy red eyes and looked at the screen that was flashing at her. It was a message from her biological parents.

“Starla, if you are seeing this, your mother and I are probably long gone. The fact that you are alive is a miracle. Do not forget us, but please do not be sad for us either. You have a lot to live for.

This planet’s radiation should have an enhancing effect on your physiology. Our models indicate that your body will become much denser, stronger, and extremely resilient. Your strength should increase too, to perhaps, the power of ten Xenonians or Earthlings. We do not know what other side effects there will be.

Despite your power, you can still be hurt. Learn to love your new home. Go and meet your new family.”

With the recording device containing the parting message of her dear parents in hand, she climbed out of the claustrophobic pod, eager to stretch her limbs. Immediately it began to sink into the earth, digging deeper and deeper into the crust.

“No!” she cried, thinking something had gone wrong.

Her little handheld display blinked back to life.

“Your mother and I have programmed your ship to build you an underground fortress. This is where you can peruse our great history at your leisure whenever you feel homesick. We have also prepared devices to help you exercise and master your power.”

With a sigh of relief, Starla began to approach the idyllic ranch home. As she walked, her shimmering blonde locks reflecting the sunlight, swishing across her shoulders, her body felt light as a feather, supercharged with energy. The sun’s radiation more than made up for six years of inactivity traveling through parallel space. She felt supple and strong as she strode across the velvety grassy field. Her toned, elegant calves swelled with beautiful female muscle as she pushed off this alien planet with her bare feet.

Eager to meet Mark and Joanna with whom she had corresponded all those years ago, she picked up the pace, tearing up the soil with her dainty toes as she surged forward. It was exhilarating! The wind whipped her hair and massaged her mostly bare, smooth, actively tanning skin. Her muscles swelled as they became more well-defined, her shoulders and arms gaining a more than subtle hint of definition while sacrificing none of her femininity. Starla’s shoulders and biceps bulged with smooth, powerful muscle, yet still belying the superhuman strength they contained, far beyond what a mere Earthling could ever comprehend. Her triceps tightened up, slender yet strong, with no hint of loose skin or jiggle.

Her previously smooth torso, slightly malnourished from her long maiden journey, packed on healthy, solid muscle, each one looking as though they were carved out of marble. The muscles on her back expanded as well, growing into a protective, sexy sheath around her spine. Her skin was lightly bronzed, the entire backside of her torso showing off a beautiful arch that thrust her chest forward.

Starla’s thighs also gained in mass and density, growing thicker, with more defined quads. Still, her hips were so wide that a neat little box gap that would captivate any onlookers lucky enough to witness it. Her rear tightened and lifted, giving her a ripe, delectable bubble butt. No hint of sag, no extra trace of fat—just pure, dense, perfect feminine muscle.

Her already succulent breasts did not grow in size, but the improved musculature of her torso and the enhancement from the radiation of the yellow sun caused her bust to perk up. Never would she suffer the effects of gravity on the perfect spherical swells of her chest. Her nipples grew more harder, more sensitive, poking through her improvised cloth covering.

By the time she had finished her little one minute jog, Starla was a completely transformed person. She could grace the cover of every fitness magazine, had she known what it was.

Standing on the doorstep of her new home, she took a deep breath, preparing to meet her foster parents. Swallowing the butterflies in her stomach and wiping her teary eyes, she let out a long exhale, which promptly ripped the door off its hinges and sent it flying inside! All of the furniture spun and scraped across the floor as smaller items were scattered by her brief breath.

Starla gasped in shock! Was this really how she would introduce herself to her new home?

She peeked inside. It looked uninhabited, judging by the thick layer of dust that her simple exhalation had picked up.

Where were Mark and Joanna?

Chapter 4

While her Xenonian technology churned deep in the earth, building her private fortress, Starla explored her new home. The humble, rustic living room that she had so callously scattered did not have a trace of the warmth of being lived in.

She began the arduous task of putting everything back into place, expecting the heavy-looking wooden cabinets and tables to be troublesome. But when she wrapped her toned, tight arms around it and lifted, she way overshot! In a single heft, she lifted the whole thing completely above her head, arms outstretched. It was completely weightless!

Starla oscillated her arms up and down, confirming that the seemingly heavy table really did not cause her any strain at all. It was all too easy! She tried supporting the object with just a single arm. Still nothing! As she began to lower it with the table outstretched lengthwise, it began to creak under the strain of its own weight. So, it really was heavy. At least, to itself.

Was this really what it meant to be as strong as ten Earthlings or Xenonians? Oh well, she could find out later in her fortress.

The hardest part of putting everything back in place was how delicate she had to be. The well-maintained, expensive looking furnishings splintered under her fingers if she so much as gripped with a tiny bit of force. She grimaced every time she crushed yet another object under her delicate fingers. It was important for her to find the center of mass of the various objects, but her endless energy and extreme flexibility was more than up to the task. She couldn’t believe how easy it was to contort her own body now!

Soon, everything was back in place, albeit mostly embedded with her fingerprints, inches deep into the material it was made of.

Starla quickly cleaned up all of the looseleaf paper she had sent scattering, placing it back on the coffee table. There was a single letter addressed to her.

Dearest Starla,

We wished we could be here to welcome you to our home. But I fear our time left on this Earth is limited...

Our planet has suffered a plague that afflicts the elderly. We have both contracted the disease, I am sorry to say.

We leave to you everything we have. When you turn 18, or if you already are by the time you get here, you can speak to our estate attorney. We leave you our modest fortune, which includes an apartment in the city. We needed to give you an Earth name, so we decided on Jane Gwent. We hope you will be happy with this.

We leave to you our entire library so that you can learn what our culture is like. Our books, our media, our entertainment… We hope you will find it enjoyable.

We so desperately wished to meet you and raise you as our own. You are beautiful, inside and out.

Everything we have is yours.

Love,
Joanna and Mark

Starla sat on the couch, stunned. Just… just how much could she lose in one day?

Chapter 5

Underneath the foundation of her farmhouse, a nude Starla trained in her immense fortress. As she grew older over the past two years, it was easy to see how her people had been seduced by the drilling of their planet’s energy. She couldn’t believe the paradise that her father had created out of the tiny capsule that she’d been transported in!

The infrastructure it had created underground was sturdy and showed no signs of wear. Museums of replicated houses and rooms of Xenonian furniture, a physical library of their most treasured and critically acclaimed literature, replicas of wide fields where they enjoyed their sports and leisure… not that Starla cared to read it or delve into it much. She much preferred Earthen young romance novels and movies.

But most of it was dedicated to Starla to train and hone her powers. Her father had planned a regimen to bring out and maximize her potential, but… Starla had exceeded her projected maximum by day one. She was far more powerful beyond even Alistar’s wildest imagination!

To his credit, the fortress recalibrated to try and match Starla’s growth. But Starla smashed every single recalibration for months. Her fortress generated unnaturally dense materials, and she sent her pretty little fist right through it with a casual punch. The Xenonian alloy would eventually get reabsorbed and recycled, and the process would start anew.

Months later, Starla realized that if her fortress really needed a chance to catch up, she would need to actually demonstrate her real power. It was now generating multiple pillars, denser, thicker, littered around the field for her to mow down. She began to go all out, and sure enough, her fortress adapted, building stronger, tougher, more resilient targets. And she continued to demolish them effortlessly. Today would probably be her final day playing destruction in the fortress.

As soon as the starting whistle rang, Starla pushed off the ground with her toes and hovered into midair, never to touch the floor again for the duration of the session. “Standing” completely vertical, she merely hovered straight into the first pillar, her body far more invulnerable than her father’s greatest technology could withstand. It shattered into a billion pieces upon impact with her gorgeous physique, the shards flying out with deadly force and chipping deep grooves into the other targets. Larger pieces drilled deep into the pillars before they were worn away into ineffective nubs, their projectile energy completely spent.

She blurred from her hovering position and appeared immediately at the next pillar. A quick jab obliterated the next pillar into atoms. And flattened all of the surrounding ones. The shockwave put a deep crack into the wall, which the fortress hustled to repair. She brushed her hair behind her ear. The two simple motions hadn’t taken even a microsecond.

Starla floated to the next pillar, cocked a finger, and flicked it. An entire chunk blew out of it, faster than any bullet ever fired. She realized that she had probably overdone it, and it would probably permanently damage her fortress, so she shielded her wall from the chunk of alloy by flying in front of its supersonic flight and letting it smash into her invulnerable cleavage. She suppressed a slight moan as she cupped herself and massaged the metal between her breasts until it became molten and dripped down her body.

She turned horizontal and flew headfirst into all of the remaining pillars, sending them all crashing to the floor. To her fortress’s credit, it began conjuring more, having learned from prior experience how incredibly powerful Starla was. No longer could the pillars be strengthened. Instead, it simply supplied more quantity to try and exhaust her.

But she would not be exhausted. Every gentle brush of her leg, every caress of her fingers, triggered the sound of shrieking metal before she atomized or liquified the Xenonian alloy. Growing bored of demonstrating her physical strength, she hovered in the center of it all and drew upon the bottomless well of her energy. Her pupils glowed intensely cerulean as two thin beams of searing heat erupted into existence, melting every pillar into slag before her all-destructive eye lasers could touch them. She spun in midair, flying above the molten puddle, ignoring the distorted, hyper-heated air that should have been suffocating her. The Xenonian technology attempted to reincorporated the materials and generate new, but the temperatures she generated were so extreme that the pillars could not even take form before being reduced into bubbly lava.

She gazed at the floor, causing those lava flows to swell and erupt. They licked at her feet and legs, and she merely shook her limbs clean. The only way she could gage how powerful she was was to focus her power on her own body. Bringing her hand to her face, she focused in earnest, the beams doubling and redoubling in power as they widened and threatened to incinerate her entire fortress, despite the fact that she was only aiming at her own body.

Finally, Starla winked the lasers out of existence and bathed in the scalding heat when it became too dangerous. Naturally, the dry, oppressive, stinging air didn’t bother her eyes in the slightest. She knew that she wasn’t close to her limit. Did she even have limits? Even emitting pure beams of energy did not seem to drain her reserves at all. How had her father, the most brilliant scientist that Xenon had ever known, underestimated her abilities on this planet by incomprehensible magnitudes?

The inferno raged. The machinery struggled to recycle. The walls to the fortress were beginning to melt, and the ground outside was visibly burning. Starla did it a favor, pursed her lips, and exhaled. Immediately, the molten mess below her bare feet ceased bubbling and iced over. Her fortress would be able to reintegrate it eventually. She directed her little frozen jet of breath upward as well. The grass on the surface of the planet immediately froze over as her icy blast continued straight up into the air, high into the sky, freezing clouds in the atmosphere above and freezing and dissipating clouds, despite the fact that she had barely given it a split second puff. Anyway, she was done playing in the power room. There was no way it could keep up with her. It never had.

Starla spent most of her time now in what she called the fragile room. She had programmed every object in there to be as flimsy as possible so that she could practice interacting with them without breaking them with a pinch of her fingers. Her kinesthetic mastery had become such that even as her power seemed to grow daily over the last two years, she rarely had an incident anymore. She sat in delicate wicker chairs, brushed styrofoam with her perfectly manicured, indestructible nails, placed utensils in her mouth and closed her luscious lips around it, massaged it with her tongue… everything she touched retained their original shape, more or less.

And she was desperately interested in controlling her power. All her time alone, waiting for her bequeathment from her deceased Earthen foster parents, God bless their souls, was spent consuming either superhero or romance stories.

Starla wanted the adoration of the public. She wanted to help people. To uplift them, guide them, be their beacon of shining hope. And she knew that she could do great things. Impossible things. She spent her time browsing social media, following all trending issues, laughing at all of the funny videos and pictures. She felt that she understood this world she had come to call her home. It made the pain of losing Xenon so much more bearable.

She also desperately wanted companionship. To know the intimate contact of another thinking mind, to embrace, to struggle with their relationship and overcome any and all odds, no matter the cost, no matter the distance, a transcendent love beyond time and space… it was so romantic! She spent her last day as a seventeen year old re-watching her favorite movies, sobbing into a pillow as she lay horizontal in midair.

Controlling her rapidly pounding heart and calming it to relative stillness, Starla closed her eyes and fell asleep, still floating in the second floor bedroom. She couldn’t wait for her first day integrating with Earth!