The Cowboy Who Strolled Into Town

by Riley Moreno

  It was gory to say the least. The heart lay beating on the floor.

  “Get off me!” Maggie screamed, clearly shaken by events that had just transpired.

  Major Jordan was off in a second. His usually calm self was unable to stare her in the face.

  “You almost got us killed Commander! What is wrong with you?”

  “If I did not stop you, you might have gotten yourself killed out there” He replied calmly, quickly returning to his old equanimity, “We have never seen those things in combat before”

  Maggie knew he was right, but one look at that heart still beating set hers racing, “Like hell!”

  “I think he is right Magnora, these things are on par in strength to us. Who knows what would have happened?” Tenma said.

  “You have never faced real battle before Magnora,” Yaan said, touching her lightly on the shoulder with his unbloodied hand trying to calm her down,

  “It gets better” He said, motioning them to head home, “We will come back another day for the other two”

  The other two Strigoi looked on in the distance at the bickering group headed away.

  Earth: 2195 A.D.

  Alexa’s mind was in shreds. All she could think about was the ethereal man who had had offered her the strangest proposal she had ever heard of. She was skeptical at first, offended even, after he had offered her the chance to be the mother to a whole new race. She was not just some surrogate to be used for baby generation! A tool for ensuring the continuation of a species by creating a hybrid species! However, the more she thought about it, the more intrigued by the notion she became. That man or being had led her to a place called the Hall of Dreams where he had opened her to the entire ancient and sad history of this noble people who were hidden from the prying eyes of a universe they themselves had pretty much explored millennia ago. She had complained about his telepathy being intrusive when in truth it had been he, who had bared all for her to see-including a curious meeting of people like him that had taken place less than three days previously for her, but for him had taken place three thousand years ago. That was the amount of time he had travelled through to get to her! She had cried when the Strigoi (she was sure that was how he addressed them) had grown solemn, and had also laughed at their bemusements. She had been encouraged by their determination never to forget the past, but which was balanced by an even stronger will to safe-guard the future.

  Above all, she grew obsessed with the thought of being loved by such a man or being (She got confused sometimes).

  And to top it all off Maggie was nowhere in sight! She could not find her friend anywhere, and enquiries from colleagues met with equal lack of success.

  Maggie where are you!

  But the more she thought about it, there more she suspected her pinning for Maggie was actually a pinning to return to that dream land she had left recently. As for the box, she had tried to trigger it using all manner of technique she could come up with all to no avail. It was clear this was technology which was light years ahead of Earth’s. Three days after waking up in her room she wondered if she had imagined the whole thing up, but that did not explain the disappearance of Maggie, nor of her commander (perhaps they were on a top secret mission, she mused). Anyway she scoured the databases for anything to do with Baleia, but came up with nothing.

  I must have dreamt it all up, she thought, a week after waking up. But, what of the gadget? She could remember it all like it was yesterday she pondered again. She was back to doodling her food again. This time alone, when Maggie appeared as if from thin air.

  “Hey Bestie!” She said sitting down noisily, “Why the sad face? Don’t tell me you miss me already!” She teased as Alexa’s eyes popped out like mangoes.

  Alexa was full of questions, and they all came tumbling forth in the crowded cafeteria.

  “Calm down, calm down ok, one thing at a time.” She said smiling, “First off, I want to say I told you so. I told you Major Jordan was not human!”

  “He isn’t?” Alexa asked shocked, “Come to think of it just how did you guys end up in my dream in the first place?!”

  “Dream? What dream? Jaan said it would seem a little surreal to you afterwards, but that you would remember everything if you really wanted to”

  “Aha!” Alexa exulted, startling the group at the next table. She quickly adjusted her volume “I knew I wasn’t crazy! But you still haven’t answered my question.”

  “Well remember when I said Major Hottie was all over me asking about you? Well it turned out he was acting as a spy to those guys-the Baleians. It’s sort of high treason when you think about it, but it all seemed so silly at the time when he approached me saying you might need company where you were. It was silly till I entered that light portal and found you unconscious on that bed.”

  Alexa absorbed all this in, not uttering a word.

  “Another reason why I was recruited was to help take care of some nasty business they had over there concerning some rogue clones. I mean I got to try the Ultra-genome thing in real combat!”

  “So Jordan O’toole is not human? How has he managed to so far go unnoticed under the radar?”

  “Well he is human but his gene pool goes back to a Baleian ancestor. The ‘family reunion’ started months ago, and he has chosen you from a list of women the size of which you cannot possibly imagine”

  “Seems like you and the captain got down to a lot more than fighting over there” Alexa said with a pointed look on her face.

  “Me? No! Well yes! I would, but he is too much of a gentleman to take advantage of me like I really want. It must be all that Baleian blood in his veins.” She said flippantly with a wicked smile on her face, “It is so frustrating, and yet so intoxicating at the same time. No wonder men like being on the chase!” she ended with a glint in her eye.

  “Well I’m happy for you.” Alexa said, outwardly doodling but with a racing heart pounding within its cage “How is he?” She finally squeaked, the sound barely above a whisper.

  Maggie smiled “He has been waiting for you all this while, even I have been wondering-I mean you have nothing to lose here-“

  “I can’t get that doohickey to work! I mean I’ve tried everything except blasting it open with a hydrogen bomb.”

  “Duh! Telepathic entities? All you have to do is think it!”

  Later that night Alexa thought as hard as she could.

  Nothing.

  After three hours, discouraged and disheartened she went to bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.

  She was once again on a ship staring through a giant reinforced window. The usual feeling of dread at the sight of space as she looked at a meteor shower in the distance but this one was moving. It was the same nightmare she had been cowering under for the last fourteen months.

  “Alexa”

  She turned at the sound of her name to find Jaan-Rostan of all people! In her subconscious she knew that this was wrong. He was not supposed to be here or was he?

  As she pondered, she saw an intense flash of light, and she turned to see that the asteroid shower from earlier had blown away half of a ship she had failed to see earlier. Was that the ship from her usual nightmare? she wondered.

  “I need you Alexa” Jaan spoke, his voice filling her mind, and snapping her out of her slumber.

  She was immediately aware of the royal purple light the emanated from the living room once more. She approached it once more, this time no inkling of fear resided within her. She knew she wanted this more than anything else. She knew she would never dream of Robert again, and she was not sure if she would be coming back anytime soon. At least, not till she had made her first kid or kids with Jaan. She could feel his presence in her mind strongly, and this time she did not mind the intimacy, in fact the thought of him making love to her bothered on intoxicating.

  Dr Alexa Kayma stepped into the dancing hues of royal purple with a firmness of purpose, and a finality of step that perhaps suggested that it could be for the very last time.r />
  The End

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

  Riley is very romantic and open about her sexual fantasies. The sexier and naughtier the better. She writes paranormal, fantasy, Sci-Fi, Shifter, Billionaire, BWWM, BBW Romance short stories. Her first published book was the first part of the Unreal Series, Which is a Romantic Thriller. Her stories are now all bite-sized, just what you need to soothe that craving for brave women and growly alphas with a big side-order of smutty sex.

  Riley lives in Virginia with her fiancé and several dogs of varying sizes and levels of mischief. She can't go through a day without taking a selfie and has an unhealthy addiction to shoes and perfumes, but every girl is allowed her little vices, right?

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  URSA-Minor

  BWWM SPACE WAR Pregnancy Romance

  By: Riley Moreno

  In a draped white robe of the resting, Everette sat beside the red swamps of Talgoraan and watched the plumes of acrid blue smoke bellow above the small castle she sat outside of. The winning of the war was almost over and she could feel the tension leaving her shoulders. The tightness in her chest was lifting and there was lightness to the way she carried herself. The belching of the blue smoke was pushed away from her by the same wind that whipped her hair.

  Everette had put away her life for children with Jeremiah. Before the twins she had led her galaxy sector as chancellor. She had commanded fifteen asteroid fleets and just as many bioships.

  Tiny crystals of old world alchemy would occasionally catch in her black curly hair and they absorbed immediately in a shiny burst, releasing their nutrients into her hair. She brushed some of them off of her black skin absentmindedly as she thought about possible ends to the war.

  Jeremiah approached her and set his hand on her ebony shoulder. With his other hand he touched his katana saber, which was slung to his side underneath draped red robes of the fighting. The white sheath she had been wearing over her hair tumbled from her head and wrapped around the hilt he was holding.

  Patiently, she turned to him and tied a strong, swift knot around his hilt. He held the katana saber up to her respectfully and she stepped back to watch the wind catch the woven white fabric slashing across the sky from the stoic black hilt.

  "Do you need it anymore, Jeremiah?" she asked him.

  He pressed the saber on and watched it eject outwards, the inky black of the saber swallowed the color around it. He watched for only a moment and detached his eyes from it, looking to the rocks around him.

  When she married him they became the winning couple, capable of keeping his identity secret while she was knowledgeable about his secret missions. The Navy Seals operated throughout the galaxy and his four man squad had been one of the best. Now most of them were on leave or reassigned to the reserves like Jeremiah.

  He turned from her and swung the katana saber down into the rocks so that only the hilt stood from the rocks.

  "Now I don't have to decide if I need it."

  "Oh, Jeremiah," Everette sighed. "I want you."

  "I want you to be happy, Everette."

  She shook out her hair and he walked to her to hold her around the waist.

  "Thank you for helping me with this war," he said.

  "I only hope I help," she said before they both moved faces to lock lips with one another.

  "What's next for you?"

  "I need to fight Magnus, Eve."

  She took her face away from his and asked, "Can I help you with that?"

  He knew she was a strong diplomat and wanted her there to give him confidence, but was afraid of the backlash he would get for bringing her.

  "I'll bring you to the bioship if we need your help, how about that?"

  "I only want to do what you feel comfortable with."

  "I feel comfortable knowing you're safe from Magnus."

  Everette looked away, unsettled. "I remember what you told me he did a few days ago. I think about it, still, with awful thoughts surrounding it. He is not a good man, but everybody treats him with such respect."

  Jeremiah shook his head out, "He holds his finger to all of the triggers.

  "I want you to do your mission and do it well. If you need help, bring me.

  He grabbed her wrist and she turned back into him. "I love you," he said, before kissing her nose, then cheeks.

  "I love you, too," she said with a long smile following it.

  Eighteen planet-holding galaxies were under duress from the overlords that had instilled themselves as the functioning governments that they had initially destroyed. The four-man fire squad Jeremiah was on was far from the red swamps of his home on Talgoraan.

  They found themselves in a bioship, working through space on the energy of thousands of tiny spores that made up the living, breathing ship. The bioships were regenerative and could be manned by a small team, but had endless hangars and cargo stalls.

  Jeremiah kept three different fighter jets as well as a drill jet for the times when they would break open other battleships. He got into it often, imagining the feeling of opening up the metal scaffolding and ruining the internal systems. His fighter jets had seen action but today none of them had to be used, so he passed the hangar entrance and instead sat down in the kitchen next to Sarai and Shippo.

  Shippo told him, "We're comparing the differences between shifting now and shifting then."

  "Oh?" Jeremeiah said, interested.

  "You notice any differences?" Sarai asked.

  Jeremiah chuckled, "In what?"

  "Changing into a- what are you, again?" Shippo joked.

  Jermeiah said, "I haven't changed in so long I don't even know anymore."

  "Oh, really?" Sarai asked.

  Shippo looked away, "I'm constantly changing. I'm a freaking fox on a forest planet. I'm good."

  Jeremiah tried to change the course of the conversation, "I think I change faster. I feel stronger than ever when I change."

  Shippo was a werefox and Sarai was a werebear. They had control over when they changed into each of those animals and some people said they had the characteristics of those animals. They were shifters, not quite human but Earth beings, definitely.

  They knew they were other-humanly, but it wasn't their ability to change into animals that made them the ultimate navy seals, it was the bond that connected them. They were able to fight like they were meant to, in an animalistic and beastly way.

  "Jorgen," Jeremiah said to his old friend. "How are you?"

  Jorgen put down his water and looked at Jeremiah. Jorgen was blonde and moody with a penitent for yelling instead of talking. He was a good leader, though, and had seen them through many missions. In boot camp it was said that he was the scrawniest to begin with, but once he went through training he bulked up and become a super soldier. He spawned from a Nordic-like planet that had a plethora of dragon-born glider people. He had stories to tell about those days.

  Today, he merely looked at Jeremiah and said, "I have food allergies."

  "To what foods?"

  Jorgen said, "Most things, mainly the breadstuffs and sugars. Meat is fine."

  Sarai yelled, "Bulk up!"

  Shippo chimed in, "Protein for days, Jorgen."

  "Yeah," Saira said. "It's no problem having too much of a good thing."

  Jorgen nodded, "Eating a lot of meat, definitely doing that."

  "That's our werewolf!" Jeremiah said as he slapped Jorgen on the back and went to the cooling den for some food. He had to wash his hands four times before eating, it was just a habit of his, and he started in on his food as he realized Shippo and Sarai had convinced Jorgen to change into a wolf.

  He panted but sat upright, was the full size of a man, but was the shape of a wolf. He banged his paw on the table and panted again. When Sarai
put his water in front of Jorgen, Jorgen tried to grab at the water with his paws and when he had a grip on it, attempted to bring the cup towards his lips. It spilled on him and Jeremiah. Jorgen immediately transformed back into a human while Jeremiah yelled.

  "You got your water all over me!"

  Jorgen said, "I am sorry, Jeremiah."

  "Okay, okay. Be sorry, but my food's still wet and that's on you!"

  Jorgen put up his hands and tried to grab the food. Jeremiah got up and moved himself away.

  Sarai said, "Jorgen, what the heck, man?"

  Jorgen said, "Don't be so upset. It's nothing."

  Jeremiah threw the pan away.

  "When are we going?" he asked.

  The four-man squad was ready together and geared up together in the locker rooms of their hangar. Each of them would be manning one of their fighter jets, except for Shippo. They docked on to a larger spore of the bioship which, once released, would fly to the nearest craft and attach itself, as long as the craft was going under 1,000 astronomical units per second.

  Jeremiah's universe sector was Earth-centric, meaning the majority of technologies and cultures derived from earth. That was why it had been decided that an astronomical unit, the distance from the earth to the sun, would be the constant used for measuring small measures of space within galaxies. Jets and cruisers could function within galaxies and could therefor use astronomical units, but bioships were much faster and used the lanes of the dynamic black matter passes. The bioships couldn't use internal propulsion but would travel thousands of astronomical units a second on the black matter passes. The squad

  They hitched on to a star cruiser bound for Magnus and lay in its shadow. The diplomatic party onboard didn't notice them and they detached just seconds before Magnus' hangar door opened for them. His bioship was the largest in the sector and dominated the nearby galaxies so much that their relative black holes were drawn into it.