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  The creature injected a rush of fluid into her womb. Veronica gasped as she felt it course through her lower abdomen. At first it was cold, then it began to warm as the sensation settled near her ovaries which began to vibrate and pulse; she could almost sense the eggs jarring loose and descending down her tubes.

  She felt an intense sexual stimulus inside of her as the creature swelled larger in size, gobbling up her eggs, fluid and skin cells. Her pussy began to leak, dripping on to the metal floor in large, ropy droplets which coalesced into a small pool.

  Grear watched her struggling with the alien pleasure and moved forward, kneeling underneath her and swiping his thick finger into the liquid. He stared at her and rubbed his fingers together with her lubricant. He moved closer, taking his lubricated finger and circling it around her anus. Circle, after circle, after circle, increasing the pressure with each stroke as the tense band of muscle holding her asshole shut began to open.

  Veronica could feel Grear’s breath against her face as she stared into his eyes. She exhaled and he pushed inside of her, his finger gliding in with ease, stretching her asshole wide open as he ascended her back passage.

  Veronica moaned in pleasure. With what little freedom she had she moved into the alien sensations. The tentacle inside her began to twist and pump, rubbing against her uterus; it felt like no other experience in the world.

  Grear kept pumping her anus, slowly and deeply. He matched each ascension of his finger with her outbreaths. He brought his glistening finger out once more, this time adding a second finger to it and plunging them both deeply inside of her.

  Veronica cried out in ecstasy. It felt like Quinn when he was inside of her on Earth; it drove her crazy when he took her butthole with passion and lust. She missed him, she missed this sacred sensation. She tried to block out the alien and concentrate on the pleasure.

  The tentacle in her pussy began to pump harder, faster. Veronica couldn’t fight it; she felt a quick burst of muscle spasm. She was going to cum.

  Grear plunged deeper inside of her, thrusting in and out of her asshole. She could not resist the delight which had forced its way upon her, inside her, and all around her. Her body contracted violently as she screamed in intergalactic ecstasy. Not even Quinn could make her cum like this.

  Grear brought his fingers out of her ass and brought them to his nose, taking a deep whiff of her insides, the pheromones from her flora causing him to shiver with delight. He could sense how healthy she was, her immune system at optimum functioning.

  The tentacle from her vagina spilled out, covered in her girly goo. The creature had grown thicker and glowed in an orange hue, packed full of Veronica’s genetic material.

  Grear picked the bloated creature up and began to walk away.

  “Grear!” Veronica yelled, “Don’t leave me!”

  He said nothing. He turned his back to her and disappeared as she felt her energy waning. She felt connected to him, she wanted more. Her eyes blinked until they couldn’t anymore. She drifted away, lost in an unknown ship and trapped against her will.

  Brought To Ecstasy By A Memory

  Grear began to tap Veronica on her forehead, slowly waking her up.

  Veronica’s eyes opened wide as he watched her, her dreamless, unencumbered sleep officially interrupted.

  “Veronica,” he said, “There is something I must tell you. The Ghoma have been watching your civilization evolve since the first stone pyramids were constructed thousands of years ago in Mesoamerica. We were alerted to your progress again when you discovered faster than light travel.

  “At this point, most civilizations we have encountered disintegrate. They are unable to handle the consequences of the technology. We have come to check in and to intervene if necessary; to protect you from yourselves.”

  Veronica was tired, barely able to speak, “Why?” she said, “I don’t understand, everything is fine on Earth.”

  “Interstellar travel and technology changes everything,” he said, “In almost all societies the men leave to replenish the resources drained to achieve this level of advancement. There are great die offs of the male population causing drastic evolutionary shifts. Women fail to find suitable mates, and by the time they do, if they do, their bodies have changed at a molecular level. It starts with fertility problems but escalates exponentially. As time goes on it reaches the point where men and women are no longer able to reproduce. From here, there are two scenarios. The species dies off, or the species splits, creating warring factions which battle for territory. Every time, on every planet, it’s the same story.”

  “Is that what is wrong with me? Is that why I can’t have children?” she said, “Am I evolving?”

  “Veronica, I don’t know how to tell you this, so I am just going to tell you what I have found in my analysis of your genetic material.”

  “I’m worried,” she said, “This doesn’t sound good.”

  “We have analyzed thousands of women over the past three days; their eggs, their wombs, their chromosomal and genetic coding. All are starting to evolve; branches of junk DNA are splintering out looking for new ground to dig in, just like we have seen in other species elsewhere in the universe.”

  “I am sensing a ‘but’,” she said.

  “But Veronica, you aren’t human.”

  “What do you mean!?” she said, “What do you mean I’m not human?! How could you say such a thing after treating me like this?! Let me down from here!”

  “Veronica, calm down, please. I’ve looked at your DNA under our most powerful microscope. You are every bit a human from the outside and even to a cellular level, but that is where the similarities stop. Instead of amino acid pairs, your DNA is comprised of nanomachines, smaller than any we have ever encountered. Our technology is unable to decode what these nanomachines are programmed to do, they are far too advanced. This technology is not of Earth, and it is not of our creation. I must meet the man that designed you,” he said.

  “You abduct me from Earth against my will and you tell me I’m a robot; that I’m not human!? I don’t trust you-” Grear cut her off mid-sentence.

  “Why would I lie?” he said, “All the other women from Earth have been returned to their homes, this experience wiped from their memories. You are the only one left. I want to understand this technology and I will let you go.”

  “Why? Of what use is it to you?” she said.

  “If we can understand a technology such as this we can use it to help prevent the calamities we have seen time and time again throughout the cosmos, and you can be a part of that change. I’ll leave that decision up to you.”

  Veronica felt her mind expanding into realms unknown. Grear’s story made sense. It explained everything, well, almost everything.

  “Wait,” she said. “Something doesn’t add up.”

  “What do you mean?” he said.

  “I have a father. How can I be a robot if I have a father and a lifetime of memories to support that claim?”

  Grear walked toward her and brought a small laser into his hand. He pinpointed it at the metal, warming it, the heat releasing her body from the adhesive as she fell to the floor.

  He went to his knees, lending her a hand and helping her to her feet. “Follow me,” he said, “I will prove it to you.”

  Veronica regained her balance and followed Grear through the spaceship and into a room that contained a large metal chair. At the top of the chair was a glowing red skull cradle.

  “When I first touched your head,” he said, “I downloaded everything in your mind. A digital imprint of every memory and sensory experience you have experienced, whether or not you remember it. Our brains, and your brains store this material like hard drives, and our species has figured out how to access it. We have collected this data for centuries, compiling a complete history of mankind, with an individual level of granularity.”

  He sat down and put his head into the cradle. He began to glow the same blue color that could be seen when he download
ed her memories. Light began to emit from the ground, displaying a holographic image of his mind, broken into compartments like a computerized file system.

  “Here he said,” directing the device toward his most recent influx of data. It was her memories; her entire life thus far occupied only a small fraction of his brain’s capacity. He accessed it on demand.

  The holograph displayed an image of a timeline, starting at birth to Veronica’s current age of 31, acting as the X axis, the Y axis showed a bar chart of her memory data associated with each year in her life.

  “This,” he said, “is a categorization of your life’s memories according to your age. Do you see?” he said, pointing toward her early years. “There are only small bits of data here. These are where memories were implanted into your consciousness. If you had actually lived, there would not be years of empty space without any data, unless, of course, it was manually erased.”

  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?”