Battle For The Womb (4 page)

“Your mother and I were two of the first creations,
modeled after human beings whom most all of the normal hybrids
ended up resembling. We were raised together, like brother and
sister, but not. Your mother and I had grown close, eventually
falling in love and moving out on our own, building a life together
- we never knew our DNA was any different than any other hybrid. We
thought there were only two species, but there was a third, and the
third was us.

“Your mother’s heart was broken time and again. No
matter how hard we tried to conceive we would fail. One day, your
mother could no longer take the suffering. She jumped off the top
of our 800 story tower to the ground, dying instantly. I could
never forgive her for what she did; it broke my heart and to this
day still sends shivers down my spine.

“It wasn’t a day later that a man knocked on my door,
his names was Dr. Milios Mastra. He told me everything that I’m now
telling you. He was the scientist responsible for our creation. My
mind was blown. And then he showed me you, you were 10.

“He told me that something calamitous was going to
unfold and that we had to leave the planet immediately. He had
wiped your memory and implanted memories of us together, even whom
you know as your mother. He arranged for our transport to Earth. It
was the only place we would survive, and even thrive. It is when
our relationship began.”

Veronica’s eyes moistened as she began to cry. Anger
mixed with sadness and seeped out of her eyes in a river of
emotion. She looked at her father with disgust, opening her hand
and smacking his face.

“How could you!?” she said, “How could you keep this
from me!?”

“My love,” he said, “I am so sorry for what I have
done. I have done to you what they did to your mother and me.” He
touched his face which grew red as blood rushed to the surface.

“You’ve watched me suffer all this time, knowing my
quest was futile and yet you said nothing!” she said, “It breaks my
heart dad. In ways you can’t imagine.”

Her father began to cry. “I am so sorry, my
love.”

“What transpired on the planet?” she said, “Can I go
back? Is there anyone that can reprogram me?”

“A very small group made it to Earth after me, none
with any knowledge or experience to do what you need. We became a
close knit group. It is my understanding that war broke out
internally on our home planet between the hybrids and then native
population causing massive casualties and loss of life. I am
unaware if the science which created us is still in existence.

“You can go back, but it will be a dangerous trek
into the unknown, into incalculable risk. You aren’t the only star
rated civilization; there are others, others with actively
protected interests along the way.”

“Like who,” she said.

“Off the top of my head there are four main players:
humanity, the Ghoma, the Dorada, and the Hyades, whom share our
lineage.”

“What kinds of interests do they have?”

“It varies; most are hungry for intelligence,
technology, mineral ore and land. All have capable militaries with
the Dorada being the most vicious and cunning. Their guerrilla
tactics and piracy are the stuff of interplanetary lore.”

“What about the Ghoma?” she said, “Do you know
anything about them?”

“I don’t know much, my dear. But there has been a war
in progress between the Ghoma and the Dorada for millennia; they
share a similar fractured past to us. I’ve told you all I can, all
I know.”

“How can I find our home planet?” she said.

“If you were able to make the trek you must head for
the Pleiades and look for the planet with the highest output of
electromagnetic radiation, which will be us, the Hyades. Mining
vessels like we have on Earth could make the trek in a few years,
but good look getting approved to go, you know its 99% male
dominated.”

“I have other arrangements,” she said.

“Really?” he said, his curiously growing by the
second. Her father looked at her and cracked a smile, trying to
stoke some latent positive emotion in her.

Veronica felt a weight disappear from her shoulders,
she finally knew the truth. She got up and moved toward her
father.

“I am sorry for hitting you dad. I know you did what
was necessary to protect me,” she said.

She opened her arms and squeezed him, being careful
not to break his frail, old man bones.

He looked into her eyes, a tear in his own, “Promise
me Veronica, promise me that whatever you do you will be safe. I
can’t lose you, not now, not ever.”

“I promise dad. I have to go now. Thank you. I love
you.”

Veronica turned around and walked away from her
father, out the door and into the field that she emerged from. She
felt a purpose, and beyond that she felt confidence that fate had
thrust her into a new direction, one where at the end she would
obtain all that she desired.

Bumps Along The Space Highway

Back aboard the ship Veronica sought solace in Grear.
It had only been a few days since that had blasted off toward the
Pleiades. She had grown fond of him and craved his touch. They
cuddled together in his hammock as Grear took his hands and
caressed her face, comforting her.

She felt so close to him. She wanted him, more and
more by the minute. She placed her hand on his cock, feeling it
harden. He looked inquisitively at her, but his face looked like it
held a grave and dark secret.

“What’s a matter,” she said, “Is there something
wrong.”

“It’s your most recent memory download and the
revelations of your father,” he said, “I know of your civilization.
A brutal civil war recently decimated your planet. There was
nothing we could do stop it; we did not understand why it started,
but could not risk interfering, the Hyades were strong fighters,
much stronger than us.

“The native Hyades won the war, exterminating the
hybrids, but at great societal cost. I hope, for all our sakes,
that the technology which created you still exists, you are too
important to be forgotten. I had no idea of their complex
understanding of nanotechnology until I met you and learned of your
origins.”

His hand moved to her neck and shoulders, rubbing
them.

“And the Dorada, our sworn enemy,” he said, “We have
been fighting them since our species split during one of the phases
of rapid evolution that I told you of. They are vile, divisive
creatures. One of our research vessels was contaminated with an
alien life-form, eventually turning those that were susceptible
into the Dorada. We have never located where the genetic material
originated from. They are cunning, extremely intelligent fighters
but they are greedy, and in that avarice lays their greatest
weakness.”

Veronica felt sexual desire overcome her. She wanted
to be touched. She leaned into Grear, kissing him trying to impart
some form of human comfort. He mounted her, and with quickness
plunged his throbbing, thick cock inside of her.

She was shocked at how wet she was. There was
something so primal about Grear and the way he touched her. But
they had entire month long journey to grow closer and explore each
other’s fantasies and bodies. She was ready for the journey, read
to be with Grear.

She wrapped her legs around him, feeling him slide in
even deeper into her hole as he began to fuck her with all his
strength, his scaled body tense as it concentrated on stroking her
insides with pleasure.

His long tongue descended towards her breasts,
flicking her hard, throbbing nipples. Veronica moaned out and began
to press her body onto his, undulating in waves of pleasure. Their
pelvises slammed into one another, both desperate to cum.

Grear moved his hand to her
ass and squeezed, stretching it open and thrusting inside of her
one last time. Veronica began to pant, breathing harder as she came
fiercely. Fluid leaked out of her and over his cock. Grear moaned
loudly, it was something primal, something she had never heard as
she felt a strong shot of fluid blast off inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she said, “I love the way you fuck
me.”

He pulled out of her and looked distracted, shifting
his focus. The room began to vibrate and shake violently. The ship
had pulled out of warp drive, and it was never a good thing when it
happened.

“Grear, baby, what is happening?” she said.

“I don’t know, Veronica. Stay calm, please.”

Grear concentrated on the hallway near his room; he
could hear metal clanking against the floors, the murmurs of his
native tongue along with it. He could sense their heat, and most
importantly, their fear. A large pod of the Ghoma approached them.
It was his Master Commander.

“Grear,” the Commander said, “We are under imminent
attack from a squadron of Doradan soldiers. There must have been a
spy on board. They have pulled us out of warp drive and are
attempting to board our ship. We must evade them. Bring the woman,
we have to move immediately if we are to survive.”

“Yes, I understand,” Grear said, his voice
trembling.

Grear grabbed Veronica by the waist, hoisting her
over his shoulders.

“Baby tell me we’re going to be ok,” Veronica
said.

Grear did not respond, instead he concentrated only
on their safety with laser like focus.

A loud explosion rocked the Ghoma ship, dismantling
their shields; Grear lost his balance and fell sending Veronica’s
body crashing into the metal floor. A pod of Doradan soldiers
materialized in front of them.

Veronica started to sweat, she felt like her entire
body was crying, yet her eyes remained still and focused.

“Grear!” one of the Doradans yelled, “You know why
we’re here. We want the machine!”

“Never!” Grear said, standing in front of Veronica,
protecting her.

“You have no choice, you are out matched in every
way,” the Doradan snickered.

One of the Doradan soldiers grabbed his metal war
staff; it started to glow in a bright orange light. He swiped it in
front of Grear sending him hurtling into the wall of the spaceship,
knocking him unconscious.

“You!” he said to Veronica, “You are coming with
us.”

Veronica felt the fear kick into warp drive as she
attempted to maintain calm. The Doradan warrior twirled his
intergalactic boomstick in his hands and waved it across the other
Ghoma standing next to her; they too hurtled into the wall and fell
to the floor unconscious.

“Come with us willingly and we let them live; refuse
and they die.” It was a raw deal.

Veronica was left with an impossible choice. She
stared at Grear who remained motionless.

“What’s it going to be, machine? Life or death for
your new friends?”

“LIFE!” she yelled.

“That is what I thought.”

He grabbed her hair and turned his wrist, pulling her
hair tight as he forced her to her feet. In an instant a bright
glow of light surrounded them.

TO BE
CONTINUED
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The Camping Trip of a Lifetime

“Here we go ladies!” I said, my white-knuckled hands
gripping the steering wheel as we turned into the campgrounds at
The Lone Pines in central Arizona. It was a gorgeous location. Pine
trees were scattered for miles around, a rugged, un-kept dirt road
had led up to it; it was truly in the middle of nowhere. I rolled
down the windows letting the crisp mountain air inside the car. I
could smell the pine needles and hear a light wind meandering
through the trees; the sound of my tires grinding into the gravel
brought me back to childhood road trips with my dad. As far as I
was concerned, this was heaven on Earth. I lived for the outdoors
and couldn’t wait to set up shop.

My friends looked scared, or at the very least
apprehensive; I was hesitant to even ask them on this trip. I
thought it was a little weird to be scared of nature, but I guess
some people get so accustomed to their own internal and local
worlds they fear venturing out. Eva and Lindsey were definitely
victims of modern society, and I thought getting out into the wild
would be a good experience for them, helping them grow out of their
electronic solitudes. I had sold them hard on this trip and I was
delighted when they agreed to come.

I wanted a girls-only weekend. I could have easily
asked my husband, but I doubted he would want to come, and I knew
my girls and I would have more fun together anyways. That is just
how things went with us. We’d grown up together, watched men come
and go, as each of us were married, and even through Eva’s divorce
we stayed friends. Relationships like that you keep; relationships
like that you nurture. I had felt troubled as we had all steadily
grown more distant from one another over the last year, like tree
roots spreading outward in opposite directions. Sooner or later,
we’d no longer be close. Above all else, I wanted this trip to
bring us back together, although this wasn’t something I’d
advertised to my friends.