; ; <This story is a parody and is not intended to breach any copyright.> ;
; ; The Captain was securely bonded into a matrix of restraints and ; was glaring at her captor.
; ; "With the transwarp conduit destroyed you'll never reach Earth" ; growled the Starfleet Captain defiantly.
; ; The Borg collective smiled slightly to themselves.
; ; "How linear you are, we have already won, the effects of our victory ; merely need time to manifest...observe."
; ; A screen projected a battle, Starfleet vessels swarming around a Cube ; like angry hornets. The Cube was looking distinctly the worse for ; wear, large sectors missing or melted into glowing craters.
; ; A small starship seemed about to be dissected when a Sovereign Class ; Cruiser intervened blocking the shot and sending a full spread of ; Quantum torpedoes into the Cube's bottom left quadrant. The Cube ; seemed to hesitate, its green conduits dimming for a second, and then ; the explosions began, ripping through quadrant after quadrant.
; ; In its last instant of existence the Cube launched a sphere shaped ; ship, the big cruiser dived after it, as the sphere began to generate ; a vortex ahead of itself.
; ; "I've seen the reports, this is history Captain Picard stopped you ; dead!" gloated the Captain
; ; "Observe" replied the queen
; ; The image shifted to a view of a fragment of the wrecked cube, a small ; pyramidal section detached itself and accelerated toward the planet ; below.
; ; "Until now the military adjunct of the Collective has been in charge ; of human assimilation, their direct approach has proved...less than ; optimal. That function has now been assigned to the command adjunct, ; one of my own will employ more.. subtle.. persuasions.
; ; "What? You intend to conquer Earth by showing us a good time? You ; couldn't do subtle if you tried" asked Janeway scathingly, her ; contempt carefully masking the fear. The tiny vessel had not been in ; Picard's report.
; ; "How perceptive captain, that is exactly what we intend. By the time ; humanity figures out what's happening it will...." The Borg Matriarch ; hesitated as if listening and then continued "... But of course you ; can hardly expect us to reveal all the details of our invasion just ; before you are rescued"
; ; The familiar tingling sensation began and the Borg throne room ; vanished to be replaced by the Transporter Room and 7of 9's impassive ; face.
; ; "Couldn't you have been 5 seconds slower.. Queenie was about to reveal ; her master plan" grumbled Janeway before clicking her comm badge ; "Janeway to Bridge, get us out of here.. Maximum warp!"
; ; * * * ;
; ; Benjamin Dover and his wife Martha pulled off the road, startled by ; the fireball that had just overshot the military ranges and impacted a ; few yards away.
; ; Ben glanced at Martha, a silent question. Martha nodded and they raced ; to the scene eager to see what had landed and render assistance if ; needed.
; ; The crater contained a pyramid of twisted plumbing no bigger than a ; golf bag one end buried in a furrow of earth.
; ; "A fucking flying saucer!" exclaimed Ben clambering closer.
; ; "Be careful! It could be a missile" yelled Martha hanging back.
; ; Something within the tangle of tubes chuffed twice, and Ben slapped at ; a sting on his neck.
; ; Ben felt strange, relaxed and passive. An image formed, in front of ; him, a beautiful woman harshly beautiful in an alien way.
; ; "We require that you raise our child as your own. Do this and you will ; be rewarded." said the woman in a voice that expected to be obeyed.
; ; Ben wanted to turn and run..but They didn't want him to. He could feel ; Them, needing him to do this, more important to Them than life itself, ; many had been sacrificed to bring the child here.
; ; He blinked, the Pyramid had opened and there was now a child ; revealed...his new son.
; ; Something was deeply wrong; grabbing the child he turned and ran, ; pulling Martha behind him.
; ; Something terrible was back there, something the three of them must ; flee.
; ; Its primary function complete the pyramid burrowed into the ground, it ; would not do for humanity to find it.
; ; * * *
; ; Bath University Campus, 2002AD
; ; Morgan Dover carefully applied his artificial tan. His parents had ; always insisted that he wear it, and now that he was developing an ; interest in sex he could see how his chances were better when he did ; not look like a super strong albino freak.
; ; It was an all over tan, doing half a job or settling for second best ; were not in his character. Carefully he massaged the last of the ; Perma-Tan into his cock.
; ; "Hey what's the hold up Morg " yelled Kevin his room-mate slamming his ; palm against the other side of the bathroom door.
; ; "I will be right out Kev" yelled Morgan pulling up his pants and ; hoping his erection didn't show.
; ; He'd hit puberty late and hard by any standards, he was eighteen, his ; cock had grown to 7" in the last 6months but still showed no sign of ; pubic hair. The problem was that he was getting erections every time ; he was alone with any of his friends, male or female, his hormones ; didn't seem to care.
; ; Satisfied that he looked good, Morgan unlatched the door and found ; himself brushing against Kev as his room mate barged past. He found ; the contact extremely arousing, his cock and forearms feeling ; extremely tight.
; ; Morgan quickly grabbed his bag and hurriedly headed outside massaging ; his sensitive forearms. He was not sure what other guys experienced, ; but he was pretty sure that forearms weren't expected to feel like an ; extra pair of hard cocks.
; ; His first class of the day was his Doctorate in Maths Theory, Morgan ; hated math. He found it dreadfully boring, he never got a wrong answer ; however and that allowed him to concentrate on his real ; interests.... computers and athletic students.
; ; As was his usual habit he intended to rattle off the lesson's ; questions in five minutes and spend the rest of the time admiring the ; student body.
; ; The bulk of the class were hanging about in the corridor waiting for ; Dr Sansien to arrive when he got there.
; ; "Fuckin' Doc's late again" grumbled Adam, the class athlete.
; ; "I heard he had food poisoning."
; ; "Canteen food I bet"
; ; "No point hanging here, Lets shoot some Pool down the union then"
; ; The majority seemed to agree and began heading to the student ; bar. Morgan liked Pool, it was easy to calculate vectors and he was ; generally regarded as a top player. Just as he was about to follow the ; others he felt a hand on his shoulder.
; ; "Morg, can you help me out with yesterday's problem?" asked Becks the ; busty blonde, indicating that they should go into the empty lecture ; room.
; ; "Of course Rebecca" he replied following her into the empty room.
; ; Morgan explained the intricacy of the differential equation whilst his ; main attention was on her cleavage and hard nipples. Finally Becks ; seemed to grasp the concept which Morgan found so obvious.
; ; "I think I get it now, thanks Morg." said Becks planting a kiss on his ; surprised lips.
; ; "I've seen you looking at me Morg, I just want to make it perfectly ; clear. If you turn up at my apartment tonight your definitely getting ; lucky." she said detaching herself and sauntering out the door, like a ; Lioness who had just marked her prey.
; ; Morgan watched her go, his pulse racing with desire..and fear. Becky ; was the first girl to show an interest. He'd tried chat up lines on ; other girls but he'd had zero success until now. What if he fucked up?
; ; The day passed in a blur, nothing seemed to hold his attention, he'd ; even forgotten his own strength for a moment. There was now a crumpled ; metal coffee cup in the trash bin.
; ; Finally it was time; he was standing outside Beck's door, burning with ; desire.
; ; "Hi Morg, come on in"
; ; "Hi, um...these are for you" he replied handing over a box of ; chocolates.
; ; ""Thanks!"
; ; They kissed, Beck's small hands moving inside his shirt then diving ; further south.
; ; ; "Shaved cock? Morgan... That's kinky"
; ; "I....." he was about to say he'd never had pubic hair but decided not ; to mention it.
; ; Becks slid down him, easing his cock out of his pants and into her ; mouth. It felt so good...it felt so good he was going to cum. Not yet, ; not yet! Not after only a minute!!..
; ; And then it happened. Some sort of talon like tubes shot out between ; his knuckles, sliding out of his forearms as if they were foreskins, ; penetrating, pouring cum into her neck; a second surge, this time from ; his regular cock jetting more quicksilver cum into her.
; ; Becks stopped moving her eyes going wide and her body freezing in ; place.
; ; Morgan disengaged himself holding his hands in front of his face ; examining the thin needle like talons. Running a finger along one of ; the talons he shuddered with pleasure, it was like touching the ; sensitive tip of a normal cock.
; ; "Rebecca? Becks are you alright?"
; ; She was getting paler, the colour leaching from her.
; ; Something strange was happening, he began to feel disoriented, as if ; he was looking at himself as well as looking at the room.
; ; His eye hurt and as he watched Beck's right eyebrow seemed to become ; technological. Something about her new look was deeply erotic, she had ; been beautiful before but the technological addition had made her ; perfect.
; ; He raised his hand to his eye...his eyebrow had also changed. Polished ; metal, smooth under his fingers
; ; A new level of access seemed to open up within his mind, as if he had ; only been aware of half of himself, It was Becks.. accessing her mind, ; disoriented, frightened he realized.
; ; Gently he sent soothing thoughts into the terrified persona, wrapping ; her in his love, whatever was happening was happening to both of ; them. He felt somehow that this was right that this was how true love ; should be, each knowing the other utterly.
; ; Slowly the terror eased and he sent a suggestion into her that they ; should investigate this strange new link. He felt his hand move to his ; cock but it had not been him that moved it, in return he caused Becks ; hand to move to her clit.
; ; Each felt the others pleasure and decided that full sex was the next ; logical experiment. Becks&Morgan walked to the bedroom discarding ; their remaining clothes.
; ; Knowing exactly what pleased the other most, precisely when to back ; off and when to get full on allowed them to build slowly toward a ; simultaneous orgasm.
; ; Sated, they disengaged. Resting on the bed looking at the ceiling. It ; was odd, they thought how everything he thought, she thought also a ; second later.
; ; "We appear to be thinking the same thoughts" they said to each other ; in chorus
; ; "We should use some perma-Tan to disguise our skin colour. Mutual ; application will be fucking hot."
; ; They both got up from the bed and reached for the bottle of perma-Tan ; that they both knew Morgan always kept in his coat pocket.
; ; "Looks like we are going to have to practice acting as individuals" ; they said in chorus
; ; "Damn" again in chorus
; ; They fell silent again, lost in the sensations as they applied the ; brown liquid to every inch of Becks body.
; ; "We should move in together..."
; ; "...the other apartment is bigger.."
; ; "..and we can have sex with Kev.."
; ; "..Speaking alternately seems to be..""
; ; "...working ok. Lets continue fucking for now."
; ; The two returned to the bed, this time by mutual agreement, their ; lovemaking would be timed to climax shortly before dawn.