Battle For The Womb (3 page)

As he began to cycle through her memories the images
played in high definition like small home movie clips, taking her
back to the times she was familiar with, but rarely thought of.

“Further on, at age 10 the memories become more
consistent. I believe this to be your date of creation, where you
were made sentient and placed with you father.”

Veronica stared in wonder. It all made so much sense.
He was right. She tried to think of new memories in her past but
she always had the same thoughts, her brain had nothing else to
draw from in that time period.

“I believe you,” she said, “I don’t want to, but I
do. Can you show me Quinn? Can you show me those memories?”

Grear stood up, breaking the data connection and
grabbed her hand. “I can do more than show; I can allow you to
feel, to relive.”

“How?” she said, her hands beginning to shake, unsure
if reliving those faded memories was a good idea, afraid they would
undo four years of forward progress without him.

“We must be connected, as one,” he said, grabbing her
hand, leading her to an adjacent room which was his sleeping
quarters. He placed her into a thick, skin like hammock. It was big
enough for the both of them.

He placed his body inside, his crusty scales rubbing
and scratching her skin.

“I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t know if this is
healthy, to remember such memories. It will bring back the
pain.”

“I can stop, Veronica, if you wish,” he caressed her
skin, causing her to recoil, not from disgust but from
pleasure.

Veronica felt his hand meandering up and down her
back comforting her. “OK,” she said hesitantly, “I’m ready, I want
to see Quinn.”

Veronica turned toward Grear, his hands now stroking
her chest, ravishing her nipples with intergalactic delight. They
hardened instantly and begged for more.

She moved her body into him, creating more pressure
against her skin. His tongue began to protrude out, stroking her
nipples, covering them with his thick, slippery saliva. Veronica
moaned at the sensation, grabbing his crusty back and holding him
tight.

Grear moved to her mouth, kissing her. At the moment
their lips touched she began to receive flashes of memory. Her
first kiss with Quinn came in and out of existence. She could feel
him through Grear, reliving the pleasure and anxiety of that
fateful moment, just like it was happening in real time.

Grear’s hands gripped her hips, pushing his body into
hers. Veronica could feel his penis against her skin. She looked
down to see it, still unsure if she wanted him inside. His cock was
long and thick, and radiated a pink hue as it engorged with blood.
It was much larger than Quinn’s. Veronica grabbed it anyways.
Holding on to it tightly and then stroking it.

With each stroke of his cock she could see and
experience memories of Quinn. It was how she always seduced him. It
took her back to the moments in their bed at night, where her
wandering hand would make its way to his thick cock, all but
eventually forcing it inside of her. She didn’t just see him, she
could experience him, Grear was right. Veronica allowed herself to
be lost in her memories.

Grear moved toward her dripping wet, engorged pussy.
Stroking its wetness and rubbing her clit. He dipped his fingers
inside of her, feeling the tension inside of her dying to be
relieved.

“Quinn baby, is that you?” she said.

“Yes, Veronica, I love you,” Quinn said.

Veronica’s body shuddered as Quinn’s voice tickled
her ear drums.

“I’m going to miss you when I’m out there,” Quinn
said, “I promise I will make it back, rich or poor, no matter what.
This mining trip could change our lives forever.”

Veronica began to cry as she relived their final
night together, in all its vivid physical and emotional detail.

Grear penetrated her flooded pussy with his fingers,
spreading her open as she squirmed into his hands. He pushed his
fingers deep inside of her, in and out as she humped him.

Veronica continued to relive her last night with
Quinn. Remembering how much of a selfless lover he was and how hard
he would make her cum.

Grear pulled his fingers away, moving his mouth
toward her hot hole, his tongue now dashing in and out her pussy,
fluid overflowed and dripped to her anus. His tongue graced her
delicate butthole before wiggling its way inside, pumping in and
out, accelerating her vaginal pleasure.

“Quinn baby don’t stop,” she said reliving the
sensation with Quinn as the giver, her tight sphincter clasping
against the tongue in her ass.

Physically it didn’t matter who was pleasuring her at
this point, she was lost in a fantasy and a wealth of physical
pleasure that threatened the control she had over her mind and
body.

Grear pulled his tongue out as Veronica gasped, “Baby
I need more she said, I’m gunna cum.”

Grear mounted her body, holding her shoulders down
pressing his thick cock against her greedy, horny little hole. He
pushed inside of her as she gasped.

Veronica was overcome with the memory of Quinn on top
of her, thrusting, pleasuring her one last time before he was to
set out against the stars.

“Don’t stop, Quinn,” she said, “Baby please don’t
stop.”

Grear moved his hands to her face and began to
squeeze. With each thrust an aura of blue light began to surround
them. Everything else just simply faded away as she began to
convulse on his alien rod.

“Quinn, baby, cum inside of me,” she said, “Let’s try
again, get me pregnant before you go.”

“Ok, baby,” he said, “I won’t pull out.”

Veronica’s body climaxed over Grear’s thick dick. She
felt an explosion inside of her as fluid coated her insides like a
fresh coat of skin.

Like turning off a TV, the visions of Quinn simply
vanished after the orgasm, leaving Grear on top of her, crushing
her body into the alien hammock as he unleashed more of his load
inside of her.

Veronica began to cry, “I miss Quinn,” she said, “I
miss him so much.”

Grear pulled his penis out and moved to her side and
held her, “It’s ok, Veronica. Everything will be ok. He will always
live on in your memories, and stored forever in our computers if
you should need to re-access these memories.”

“I know,” she said, “It’s just not the same. We were
supposed to have a family when he returned, and now there is
nothing. He’s gone, my womb is barren, and to find out it never was
viable to begin with is a bit of a shock.”

Veronica wiped the tears from her eyes, trying her
best to be strong in front of Grear.

“I know, Veronica. I know how you feel. That is why
it is paramount that you trust me and that we meet your father. It
is through him that we will track down the clues to your origin.
Unlocking the programming of the machines inside of you will allow
us to fix your womb and to fix the trillions of others across the
universe in the same situation. Will you help me?”

Veronica looked into his red eyes as he held her,
comforting her. It didn’t matter that he was a scaled alien
creature from a distant galaxy. Grear’s emotional capacity and
selflessness far surpassed anything else she could draw on from
experience, even that of Quinn. She simply couldn’t say no.

“Yes,” she said, “I will help you.”

Genetic Revelations

“You must leave at once, this is too important to
wait,” Grear said as he looked into Veronica’s eyes. “I have taken
the liberty to access your memory to determine where you father
lives and have programmed a transport to take you there
undetected.”

“Ok,” she said, biting her nails.

He handed her a space suit, she put it on and zipped
it up the length of her body.

“You will return on that same vessel, it will be
waiting for you when you are done. Follow me.”

Grear walked forward with purpose, with hope. He led
Veronica to a glass door, opening it and securing the
pre-programmed transport vessel. They were small, triangular ships
which had room for only one passenger.

Grear waved his hand upward, the door of the vessel
opening for Veronica.

Veronica felt emboldened and hopeful. She took a
step, putting one foot inside and looking at Grear. “I will miss
you,” she said, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

“Good luck and Godspeed,” Grear said, waving his hand
downward to close the door of the vessel. It darted away like a
bolt of lightning.

Veronica watched as she exited the ship. She could
feel the gravitational force on her body, pushing her into the
seat. The vessel ripped through space and the atmosphere of Earth
like no other ship in existence.

She noticed familiar landmarks as the craft headed
toward her father’s house. He lived 50 miles up the road from her
home in a small aging town called Pleasant Point. Dusk had just set
over Pleasant Point when the craft stopped in a nearby wheat field.
Veronica could see people walking the dimly lit streets, but they
couldn’t see her; the cloaking technology of the Ghoma protecting
her.

When the coast was clear and not a soul was in sight,
the door of the ship automatically opened, prompting her to leave.
It then jumped up into the air, hovering above in secret, waiting
for her to return.

Her heart raced and her fingers trembled as she
walked through the field and toward his house. She was afraid to
confront her father. Their relationship was peaceful; this would
threaten to destabilize 31 solemn and harmonious years. She
realized he might not know the truth, but a hunch told her that he
did.

Veronica knew Pleasant Point well; she spent many
summers in this community once her father moved in. It was good for
him to be around an older crowd, it broke his spells of loneliness,
but she missed him.

Thinking of the past now irritated her, not knowing
whether or not she could trust her memories.

She walked up to her father’s house and knocked on
the door. No one answered, she knocked again. Finally she heard the
handle jiggle and the door opened.

“My love,” he said, “My sweetest love you’ve come to
visit your old man.”

“Hi dad,” she said, “How’ve you been?”

“Good, very good,” he said, “Better now, that’s for
sure! I haven’t talked to you in a while. How have you been?”

“Dad, I’m not here for a pleasure visit.”

“No?” he said, “I was hoping we could catch up. I’ve
got cold beer in the fridge, or wine if you’d like, though you know
I love my beer, hell it’s probably what’s kept me alive all these
years!”

“Dad we need to talk and it can’t wait,” she
said.

“Yes, yes. Ok, ok. About what?” he said

“About me. About my past. The truth you’ve hidden
from me,” she said.

“My dear whatever are you talking about? How dare you
accost your old man like this without fair warning.”

“Don’t play coy with me dad, I’m not dumb. I know the
truth. I know I’m not human and that you can’t be my father.”

Veronica choked up, wiping her eyes. Her father hung
his head down, avoiding eye contact with her. His shoulders dropped
and he mopped to his easy chair.

“Come in,” he said, “There is much to discuss.”

Veronica walked in and sat down in front of him on
his old corduroy couch, its better days long in the past. She
stared intently at her father as she waited for him to break his
silence.

“My love,” he said, “There is something you must
know. I never wanted you to learn of this information, I have spent
my life protecting you from the truth, but as always, the truth has
a way of emerging no matter what man does to suppress it.

“What I’m going to tell you may shock you. It isn’t
bad, in fact it is interesting, but how you will handle what I have
to say worries me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s ok, papa. I can handle it, just tell me the
truth, it’s what I deserve.”

Ho took a deep breath and stared at her before
speaking. “You and I, we are not of Earth’s creation my dear.”

“What?! How could you nev – ” Veronica said, before
being cut off by her father.

“Please listen before interrupting. A couple decades
ago in a solar system 460 light years away, in what you know as the
Pleiades, our home planet suffered the beginnings of a mass
extinction. It had been ongoing since the abduction and study of
intelligent civilizations began, humans being one of the many in
the universe we monitored.

“In their infinite wisdom, the masters of our home
planet decided to interbreed human genetic material into our
existing genetic code. They hoped that the interjection of foreign
DNA into the gene pool would allow the species to once again breed,
recovering the loss in population.

“But population losses like we had experienced could
not be filled quickly, it would have taken generations, so the
government had secretly started another project in parallel. With
what they knew of genetics and molecular engineering they created
life from scratch, programming small, adaptable machines to serve
as the building blocks of DNA. This allowed the engineers to
reproduce a functional society at will, but maintain control of the
spread of that life by programming sterility into the machines; it
was one of the most closely guarded governmental secrets, the
knowledge of which could have destabilized the entire planet.