Battle For The Womb

by Chelsea Chaynes

  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.

  “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.