Venusian Desires: The Landing: Book One
VENUSIAN DESIRES
THE LANDING: BOOK I
TATIANA SINDER
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
About The Author
Chapter 1
The lone structure hurtled through space at 650,000 miles per second before coming to a dead halt just past Saturn's rings. Here, it nestled, bathing in the planet's electromagnetic energies readying itself for the final journey into the new solar system. The journey from Orion's belt had been unsuccessful. Andromeda's belt had also proven quite unreliable. Now on its final journey back home to Venus, the structure had taken its share of beating, traveling vast distances across the cosmos.
The structure looked like a large cigar suspended in space. Spanning thousands of miles in length, one could easily mistake it for a long trail of asteroids, and especially out here between Saturn and Uranus, the natural harbor for such space rocks. This was the design the architects had chosen for the spacecraft, giving it excellent aerodynamics and the ability to cloak in the vast expanse of space. Sure, God does not create in straight lines, and this is a fact every known species across the galaxy knew. So, creating a spacecraft in the shape of space rock was quite the befitting trick for the interstellar traveler. However, this one was quite unlike the others many space civilizations used. This was not a research vessel but a colonization vessel on the hunt for lower life forms.
The vessel was made entirely of space rock, and cobalt could withstand the vast killer rays from any star, red or yellow. Things seemed a bit more familiar back in the Solar system, and just one more place to explore and attempt and infiltration.
“I don’t understand why we couldn’t just start here in the first place?” the female entity said.
"When we left in search of a new home, most of the planets on our solar system were primitive and unsustainable. Their moons were still very young and the surface too hostile. We thought we could find something similar to ours,” the male entity responded.
The two were from planet Venus, and the hostile, hellish environment on Venus could not allow any life forming on its surface to have any physical form. Rather, life on mass existed in plasma, which could assume any shape or size. The only thing they couldn't change was their gender or hierarchy.
“We left with over five thousand of our kind to leave in distant planets, and you are the only one left without a home. None of the other environments seem to agree with you,” another superior entity said.
It was a masculine one.
“Why is that so master?” the female entity asked.
"Well, our planet is unlike any other in this solar system, and we ventured out seeking new homes to ensure our future is certain. You were one of the few who demonstrated an uncanny hostility towards your home planet's environment, and we saw an opportunity to use you and the others like you to advance our race towards other planets and planetary systems.”
The spacecraft was large and could run its operations autonomously. It only required the quality of a handful of crew, and on this particular voyage, there were only five, the female entity and the other four of her superiors who were all male. The races of beings on Venus were a patriarchal society, which meant only the males could lead and rule, whereas the females were reared for breeding.
“The only option left for you is Earth,” the leader of the group said.
They lacked a particular language but communicated telepathically. This evolutionary trait enabled them to automatically learn any language by merely listening to a foreign word or seeing its letters written down in an entire alphabet.
"But Earth is still quite primitive. Their society is entirely material and physical. Isn't it true; it served as a prison outpost for Martian prisoners before intelligent life forms begun to form on it?" the female alien asked in disgust.
"Yes, but a lot has changed on it now. They have long-range scanners, and this shows they have evolved to be quite intelligent. Their intelligence will, however, be slightly lower than yours, so you should be able to survive and conquer if you put yourself into the task,” the leader said.
“Then what are we still doing here?”
"The scanners need to believe this is a large meteorite which will just slightly miss their planet. We will put you on your landing pod, made of silica. This will be enough to protect and shield you until you get to the surface. They are not as primitive as you might think. We believe once you assume a female form of their human species, then you will be stable enough. Our tests indicate your plasma will not adversely react with their carbon flesh.”
The female entity readied itself as the spacecraft made its final trajectory towards Earth from Saturn's belt. The spacecraft turned slowly, ensuring it maintains its natural non-mechanical course lest it picks up any uncovered earth probes.
“Get ready to get into your pod,” the senior alien commanded, “You launch shortly.”
The female alien entered the pressurized pod chamber and her essence crystallized on the fine quartz balls designed to house the consciousness of a sentient being.
This was the only way to ensure the consciousness survived the harsh, hyper speed travel into Earth's atmosphere. In the event the pod's granite surface burnt out, consciousness still had a chance of survival.
The spacecraft aligned its trajectory towards Earth and began its speedy acceleration towards the blue planet. Once the craft neared Jupiter, the pod splintered off and headed in a calculated path towards Earth. It would first appear as a meteorite on its trajectory, as the larger spacecraft's path is recalculated towards Venus.
Chapter 2
Colt Hambridge stood on his foyer overlooking his expansive two hundred acre farm. Since his grandfather bequeathed the estate to him, he had fought hard to keep it away from sliding into neglect and disrepair. He had to chase the few cousins and many distant relatives who hang around fleecing from the farm in the process. Granted, there wasn't much he could do on his own, but with his deep desire to make a name for himself and his father's lineage, he toiled night and day to ensure the farm didn't end up in the hands of auctioneers.
“Hey Colt, do you think the rains will be coming down anytime soon?” his farmhand, Carlos enquired, "If we don't get any rains this month, then we might have to scale back the planting to just the twenty acres we can manage to irrigate.”
The expansive farm was becoming too much to handle barely one year into Colt's willing hands. There had been numerous thefts and sabotage cases, which resulted in thousands of dollars of damage and losses. Though the property was a great inheritance, it came with massive taxes and costs, and Colt feared the worst.
“Yes, you are right, Carlos. If we don't get a good crop coming in this season, we might as well lease half of it to Henderson. He's been eyeing it for a while now, and with nothing growing on it, we won't have any excuse to deny him."
"Henderson is the devil, you know. He paid your cousins to burn last season's barley crop. If we allow him to lease it, he will own the entire land. I'd rather
dig a borehole with my bare hands,” Carlos swore.
He was Colt’s most trusted farmhand and the one who helped him keep things in order when he was out getting supplies.
“I know old man Henderson had been eyeing my grandpa’s parcel for a while. He is a former Senator of this area, you know. That might help him sway some council officials, but a deed is a deed, and he failed to prove that grandpa had promised to lease his land. As far as I know, he planned on fleecing grandpa."
It was true. Carl Henderson was the long-standing former Senator of Oklahoma, and his family had a rich history in the area. Colt's family was always at loggerheads with that of Mr. Henderson, and that epic distrust had permeated to the modern era, pitting the last surviving heirs of both families. However, Mr. Henderson had sold off a sizeable stake of their property, making their estate pale in size to that of the Hambridge's. Pryor Creek was one of the best places to own a ranch in Oklahoma, and the thought of the large parcel in the hands of a young man like Colt made Mr. Henderson recoil in anger and disgust.
"He doesn't like you, but he will pretend to want to do business. Don't fall for it. I know I'm just your farmhand, but back in Mexico, I knew my way around property disputes, and Mr. Henderson doesn't seem the kind to take things lying down, especially from someone half his age. Can’t you just refuse his offer?
"I have refused it before, but in the event we cannot make use of the land, then the council will force us to lease it if we don’t have a feasible plan for it,” Colt said, "Anyway, we hope and pray for a miracle. The barley and corn that's left should take us through to harvesting season. If we get there successfully, then we can look into other hardy crops.”
The weather had been erratic around Pryor Creek, and Colt's farm was hard hit because his boreholes had run dry. He suspected Mr. Henderson had paid some of his former employees to block them. Colt didn't have the finances to unblock them or to create new water was. His farm's fate rested entirely on the erratic weather.
That evening as the last of his farm workers retreated to their families; he desperately tried to figure out a plan forward. As dusk slowly crept in, Colt grew lonelier. Since he fully took over the ranch, he had to be wary of the female attention he received. Despite being over six inches tall and with an Adonis body, he knew he could attract the wrong type now that he had massive acreage in the area. There were now more random phone calls from ex-girlfriends and former schoolmates than there ever were in the past.
There was a large billboard at the furthest corner of Colt's farm, and as Colt sat on his porch that evening, he noticed the new design on the billboard for the first time. It was a picture of a beautiful girl modeling lingerie. For a while, Colt wondered whether this was a cosmic slight on his self-imposed celibacy. It has been a while since his last intimate encounter with anyone from around town, and so far, Tinder wasn't proving effective, especially with his busy lifestyle on the farm; the idea of driving around on a combined harvester with your date wasn’t exactly what girls in Oklahoma wanted.
As Colt stared far into his farm, he noticed a strange orange glow suddenly light up the sky. The moving light bobbled eerily in the sky and crushed on Colt’s farm. It wasn’t the explosion Colt expected, but it prompted him to go and check on the impact. He first rounded up his Corgis and joined Carlos as he, too, was woken up by the crash.
"Hey, boss. You think it's another meteorite, like old man Johnson had on his farm last month?" Carlos asked.
He had already picked two shotguns, and he handed Colt one.
“I don’t think so. Meteors come in very fast, and this one seemed to dance in the air a bit before it landed. I think it could be a weather balloon. This area has quite a number of them. Round up the dogs. They meet me by the Canyon. I think it fell in the bamboo area."
Colt had managed to convince his grandfather to plant trees in the areas he wasn’t farming. Over the years, he had managed a very sizeable forest, which cooled down the area in the summer. It was also where Colt liked to play whenever his parents came to town. Now that his parents were long dead, the forest was the only area where Colt felt free to hunt or just to walk around and reflect. He hated the thought of it burning up in some meteorite- fire.
“Okay, boss. Meet you there in ten,” Carlos said and runoff.
Colt knew it would take Carlos some time to round up the nine Corgis. He needed to get to the crash location first before Carlos could meet him there. So, once Carlos was out of sight, Colt bolted in the direction of the crash, hoping it wouldn't be dangerous. If it were some valuable space rock, it would be added to his coffers and save the farm from financial ruin. On the other hand, if it were just some valueless weather balloon, he would let Carlos haul it off.
Chapter 3
The space pod crash-landed on the surface, breaking it into bits. The dive into Earth's atmosphere had been tough on the out her shell, and though it managed to contain the immense heat, it couldn't handle the heavy landing impact, causing its contents to spill. The quartz crystals housing the entity's essence spilled onto the land but immediately coalesced together.
The female entity surveyed its surroundings and noticed the large billboard with the picture of the beautiful model. It started to rearrange its molecules and turned into the spitting image of the model itself. Now standing as a fully formed female, the entity noticed that Earth was colder and took the pod's remaining fabric to cover itself.
The fabric was warm and resembled a blanket. The entity again looked at the billboard and noticed the name of the brand was Zoey. So it decided to call itself Zoey.
As a species, the Cretulans were the most advanced in the solar system. They had surveyed Earth several times in the course of its history and knew how human beings behaved. Their language was very primitive, and any Cretulan could learn it in a day. As Zoey surveyed the area she had landed, she realized the physical form she had taken was quite different from her species. She had studied the human anatomy while back in Venus and wondered why the females had such diverse sets of mammary glands. Cretan females lacked any such glands, and now that she had a pair, she couldn't wait to see what humans used them for.
Zoey heard some footsteps approaching and covered herself. The fabric, part of which was partly burnt, couldn't cover her fully, and so her legs peaked. The footsteps grew louder, and then they suddenly stopped.
“Who’s there?” a male voice shouted, “I repeat, who’s there?”
Colt surveyed the area, noticing the damage the foreign object had caused to his trees. Some trees were crushed in the impact. The object seemed to have disintegrated into pieces, and from what Colt could tell, this was a meteorite. A meteorite this size could fetch him some good money on the dark market, and with that, he could salvage the farm. Colt noticed the strange, gooey substance on the trees and the round orbs on the ground.
Colt could hear Carlos coming closer as the dogs were now barking louder. He surveyed the area one last time before Carlos arrived, and as he was about to turn, he noticed the frayed blanket, and below the blanket where a woman's feet were partially covered.
“Who are you?” Colt ordered, but this time his voice was slightly lower, “Are you okay?”
There was no response, and Colt removed the blanket using his shotgun, revealing a naked lady.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Colt said, “What are you doing here?”
"Hey. Sorry, I, I startled you,” Zoey said.
From what she knew of human males, they were gullible and easy to seduce. This particular one seemed even more gullible since his eyes could not stray from Zoey's naked frame. This image of naked vulnerability was exactly what Zoey intended Colt to see. If a female had found her, then she would have taken a much younger form. Judging by the growing lump in Colt's groin, Zoey could tell that she was now safe, and the only thing she now needed was shelter and food.
“I’m sorry,” Zoey continued, “My name is Zoey, and I ran away from my abusive husband. He took away my clothes, and I had
to run here.”
Colt looked around, and the destruction and couldn't find anything to explain it all. Still, there was a woman in need of his help, and so the destruction of a few trees was something he could figure out on another day.
"My name is Colt, and you are lucky to have come here. He can’t hurt you,” Colt said, petting his gun, “I will take you indoors and get you all cleaned up, okay?”
“Okay,” Zoey said just as Carlos arrived with his pack of dogs.
The dogs went wild upon seeing Zoey, and it took the combined strengths from Colt and Carlos to restrain them, tying their leashes to the nearby trees. Despite the restraint, the dogs still barked and bared their sharp teeth.
“I have never seen them behave like this before,” Colt observed, “What could be their problem. There’s no danger here.”
"I don't know, boss. They were pretty riled up, and I had to give it my all to keep up with them. Who's that?"
"This is Zoey. She's a victim of an assault. She's our guest, and we will take care of her," Colt said.