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                   S T A R   T R E K  -  The Nude Generation

                   From laff@sal.cs.uiuc.edu (Joshua A Laff)
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                Known Name           This Story
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Starring:       Jean-Luc Picard      Long-Luc Dickhard
                William Riker        William Rideher
                Beverly Crusher      Cleverly Crusher
                Deanna Troi          Doyouwanna Try
                Geordi LaForge       Geordi TheLarge
                Worf                 Whoref
                Mr. Data             Master Beta

Also With:      Guinan               Guynone
                Westly Crusher       Chestly Crusher
                Cheif O'Brien        Cheif O'Guyin
                Keiko                Kinko
                Ensign Ro            Ensign Blo

Special Guests: Lwuxana Troi         Coxonna Try
                Mr. Homm             Mr. Hung
                Dr. Leah Brahms      Dr. Leah Brahms (same)
                Q                    Fuc-Q
                3 of 5 (Borg - Hue)  Huege

"Captain's Log - star date 42193.2.  We are currently en-route to the Smegma
system where we have a scheduled rendezvous with the Star Cruiser Rocksoff. 
There, we will be taking aboard Mrs. Coxonna Try and Dr. Leah Brahms who are
both returning to Star Base 69."

Meanwhile, Chestly Crusher is alone in his mother's quarters browsing through
the latest issue of 'Girls Over 40'.  "Oooooh", he moans as his self service
intensifies.  His stroking becomes faster, his grip tighter, his member rock
hard.  Suddenly an intense rush of pleasure sweeps over him... as does a stream
of his cum.  "Yuk! Damn! I can't believe I did that again".  Wiping himself off
with his mother's towel he stowes the magazine under his bed.  He finds himself
exhausted and lays down to rest.

Ten-Forward is relatively quiet.  Guynone is behind the bar having a
philosophical conversation with Whoref.  "What I'm saying, Whoref, is that I
just don't feel attracted to men".  He moves back slightly on his stool, "I
don't understand.  That is unnatural.  There must be something wrong with you". 
Guynone recognizes the emphasis placed on "Wrong".

"Listen, Whoref, don't be so quick to judge what you don't understand.I realize
you Klingons consider yourselves the 'Studs' of the galaxy, but some species
prefer a soft touch to the hard, barbaric pounding you have to offer".

"You wouldn't know anything about what I have to offer!"  Whoref snaps back. 
During his rebuttal Whoref pulls down the lower portion of his uniform revealing
the extent of his Klingon heritige.  Guynone's eyes bulge out of their sockets. 
"Damn!", she says, "Seeing that reminds me of 'The Color Purple'!".

"Hot Chocolate", Doyouwanna's voice coos at the replicator in her cabin.  Her
patient, a newly acquired Ensign, sits nervously.

Doyouwanna slides back into her chair, cupping the warmth of her drink.  "Now,
Ensign Onya, I sense a great need inside you", she begins.The young girl lifts
her head.  She is shy and quite beautiful.  "Oh no, Doyouwanna, there is nothing
inside me now.  I took it out before our appointment".

Doyouwanna smiles at the girls nievtae.  "What I meant was that I get the
feeling you desire something you've never had before".  The Ensign's eyes
immediately break contact from Doyouwanna's.  "Oh God, she knows!" Onya thought
to herself.

Without another word Doyouwanna slips out of her chair moving towards the
Ensign.  Before Onya can blink Doyouwanna is kneeling in front of her.  Her body
feels charged with energy as Counselor Try strokes her creamy thighs.  "You're
very beautiful" Doyouwanna's voice causes a shiver up Onya's back.  "Relax, I
won't hurt you."

Without thinking, Ensign Onya begins to disrobe.  Her innocent blue eyes sparkle
off her milk white skin.  Her breasts break free of the snug Starfleet uniform
and into Doyouwanna's mouth causing an instant moan.

Ensign Onya sprawls back onto the couch, now completely naked.  The Counselor
begins the Betazoid tounge taste test between Onya's legs.Her love box is
completely wet and ready, but Doyouwanna is making her wait.  The inexperienced
Ensign begins to buck in anticipation as Doyouwanna's fingers move up and down
her inner thighs, each time as if they might make contact with her Vagina, but
veering away at the last moment.

Finally the Counselor's fingers make contact with Onya's clitoris.At first the
Ensign is thrusting wildly, but she soon engages a rythmic motion like a well
oiled machine. Onya's shy, timid nature is unapparent as her moans turn to
screams of pleasure.  "Oh, YES!, YES!, HARDER!, MORE!"  The ships computer
responds, "Please restate request".  "FUCK ME YOU HOT BITCH!, AHHH
OHHHHHhhhhh!".  The computer continues,  "That function is unavailable".

The turbolift was pungent with the smell of forbidden lust.  Captain Dickhard
and Commander Rideher stepped in.  Rideher took a deep breath.He did everything
deep.  Dickhard was mildly upset at the odor.  "When are these people going to
stop using the turbolift for quick encounters.This ship is the size of a country
and yet people still want to 'do it' in the elevator!".  "I think, sir", Rideher
interjects, "that they all want to join the 'Billion Mile High' club". 
Dickhard's brow rises, "That's no excuse".  The doors opened onto the bridge and
the two step out.

"Status, Master Beta." Dickhard becons.  Master Beta responds instantly with a
clear, pleasant tone.  "I am equiped with a 12 inch penis designed for maximum
pleasure and penetration.  My testicles are modeled after..."  "Enough Beta!  I
was referring to the status on board this ship".  Dickhard was more aggrivated
now.  Master Beta twitched his head in thought and began again.  "Sorry, sir. 
The status on board the ship is normal.  A breakdown of recent activity reveals
1024 persons aboard ship.  893 were participating in some sort of sexual
encounter.501 involved vaginal penetration, 356 were oral, 28 were anal, 7 were
masturbation, 1 was with a house pet.  Of the humanoid encounters, 445 were with
members of the opposite sex and 125 homosexual..."  "BETA! Please!"  Dickhard
was now beyond aggrivated, he was downright horny!

"What's this?" Cheif O'Guyin looks up at his new wife serving breakfast for the
first time.  "Sushi" was the innocent reply.  "Oh, God Kinko, if I wanted to
smell raw fish in the morning I'd stick my head between your legs!".  "Miles!",
her tone rose slightly.  "OK, OK", Miles calmed down, "I'll eat it".  Before
Kinko could blink in apology her pants came ripping off and she was tossed
backwards onto their dining table.  O'Guyin's tounge 'fished' it's way in and
out of the oriental love slit sending Kinko into a blinding ecstacy.  So intense
was the feeling that she knocked over her bowl of rice. The sensation emminating
from her pussy sent shivers up her entire body like waves of electricity.  She
grabbed her husband's head as it bobed up and down, making sure he wouldn't
stop.  She began to moan softly, "oooooh".  The pleasure intensified her voice
steadily until it reached a feverish pitch, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UH,
UH" her orgasm jolted her body in spasms.  Her hands, now gripping tight around
her husbands head sent it up and down with her pumping hips.  Unfortunately for
Chief O'Guyin, this meant his face was smashing into the edge of their
table."OW, OW, OW, OW" he grunted.  It was over as quickly as it started.

Kinko relaxed and a calm swept over her body as she sighed in satisfaction. 
Cheif O'Guying was holding his chin looking in the medicine cabinet. 
"Kinko?..." Miles waited for a response.  "Ummmm" was the only sound she could
mutter.  "I've got to get to my post.  I'll see you later, darling."  He kissed
her forehead.  As he was almost out the door he turned, "You know I've always
wondered why I'm hungry an hour after I eat you?".

Holodeck 3 looked like an engineering lab.  Lieutenant Geordi TheLarge was
conversing with his female generated image.  "Dr. Brahms, we are in a crisis
situation, I need your help."  "No Geordi", the voice was soft and inviting,
"What you mean is that I'm a tramp meant to serve as your personal sex slave. 
To perform whatever discusting, perverted act your filthy mind can dream up.  To
submit my young, perfect body to your need for flesh... Right!".  Geordi
responded innocently, "Well, that's another way to put it."  The holodeck
creation then blinked her lashes over her beautiful round, dark eyes.  Her lips
revealed a smile.The kind that causes and instant hard-on, and it did.  "God",
he said out loud to himself, "to think I'm actually going to meat... I mean meet
you.  Exit!".  The holodeck door revealed itself like reality cutting into a
dream.  Geordi walked out hoping the bulge between his legs would subside
quickly.

"We have reached our destination, Captain." Beta's voice was neutral as usual. 
"Thank you Master Beta, hold position."  Dickhard touched his communicator
located directly over his genitals. "Bridge to transporter room, are we ready to
beam the passengers over?".  "Uh, Ow! stop trying to pull, it's stuck!" came the
reply to a bewildered Captain Dickhard."Is everything alright, Chief O'Guyin?". 
"Uh, sorry..." a grunting sound accompanyed the words.  "We are ready, sir. 
AHHHHHHHH!".  Rideher interrupts "What the hell is going on down there!?". 
"Sorry Commander.My wife was just visiting me.  Kinko dear, please take the anal
intruder kit back to our room, I've got work to do.  Don't worry, we'll get it
out later."

Captain Dickhard was feeling unusually frustrated as he turned to Commander
Rideher.  "Not only do I have to put up with Mrs. Try being aboard", he spoke
softly, "but my transporter officer is on duty with a dildo up his ass!  My God
Will, I feel like I'm losing respect."  "Oh don't worry, sir", Rideher
comforted, "we'll still respect you in the morning".

The familiar hum of the transporter preceeded the sparkling materialization of
three figures.  Mrs. Coxonna Try stood out because of the Betazoid tradition of
travelling naked.  Mr. Hung, her personal manservant, towered almost to the
transporter ceiling.  He, however, was not naked.  Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms,
a super-intelligent (and a superbly shaped) engineer.  She was just stepping off
the transporter when Geordi TheLarge entered the room.  "Dr. Brahms, welcome
aboard the Enter-Prize, I'm Lieutennant Commander Geordi TheLarge."  He said
cordially as he extended his hand.  Unbeknownst to everyone except Geordi
something else had also extended itself.

The doorway parted again and in walked Doyouwanna.  "Greetings mother, how are
you?"  Coxonna stepped off the pad exhuberantly hugging her daughter  "Oh, I'm
just wonderful dear.  Now where is that cute Captain of yours?" her eyes darted
about the room.  "Please mother, Captain Dickhard is very busy. I'm sure he'll
welcome you aboard later." Coxonna smiled as here eyes widened "And I will
reciprocate by welcoming him aboard my vessel, too!".

Captain Dickhard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the door sounded.
 He responded commandingly as ususal "Come".  Dr. Cleverly Crusher entered "Good
morning Long-Luc, how are you?"  Her tone was so pleasant the Captain actually
felt better even though he hadn't felt bad before.  They both stood for a long
moment, each immersed in their own thoughts about the other.

Cleverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her shoulders. 
It's texture looked as soft as silk, and it was.  The zipper on her shirt was at
its lowest possible position revealing two soft, ripe mounds pressing hard
against each other.  The line between them was almost more inviting than the
breasts themselves.  Her waist curved like an hourglass, her hips rounded and
continued onto legs that any man would die to have strapped around him.

Even though Long-Luc had only recently woken up his appearance was more than
acceptable to Cleverly.  After all, there was no hair to mess up.  His head
reminded her of the tip of a penis.  And what a penis he had.  It had gone where
no one had gone before, over and over.  But it was more than his body that
turned her on.  More than his firm but soft chest.  More than his tight, French
butt.  It was his gestures, his attitude, his very controlling nature that
showed through his face. And this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly
ritual.

Long-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Cleverly licked a danish.  It was obviously
an erotic jesture designed to excite Long-Luc.  He seemed not to notice but
Cleverly knew better.  She began the conversation, "You've been a naughtly boy,
Long-Luc."  His eyes looked up from his tea, but his mouth was still pressed
against the rim "How so?". Cleverly smiled with the face of an angel.  She
reached to her side with speed faster than warp 9.  Her smile remained the same
as she produced a black whip.  Captain Dickhard's eyes widened.  Still in his
robe he pushed out his chair with a single body motion.  The teacup was hastily
placed on the saucer as he turned to run.  Cleverly was already standing near
the door.  Long-Luc dashed for the bathroom but collapsed without warning. 
Cleverly moved forward leisurly, almost sauntering  "I spiked your tea,
Captain", two quick gigles followed.  Her soft smile faded to a look rivaling
Hitler.  She stood over the Captain like a conqueror while calling into the air
"Computer, open cabinet 'C'".  The cabinet door slid aside revealing a myriad of
masochistic pariphinalia.Everything from leather underwear to spiked bracelets
were represented.Captain Dickhard was sleeping like a tranquillized animal.

When he awoke he was bound to his bed, adorned in the acoutrements of cabinet
'C'.  His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black leather.Spiked bracelets
bound his legs and arms to secure points with chains.Leather underwear may have
been uncomfortable, but it was covering his genitals.  A two inch thick spiked
necklace completed the package.

Cleverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit.The only
difference besides the items were the texture.  Long-Luc's were thick and hard. 
Cleverly wore soft, thin leather.  Her high black boots complimented her long
legs.  She wore blue leather shorts with a blue top that encircled her tits,
allowing them to show completely.Black leather gloves covered her hands, one of
which was still holding the whip.  She glanced down lovingly at Long-Luc.  Her
breath was full and slow, allowing her full, round boobs to heave in a motion
that would drive half the galaxy wild.

"Don't worry Captain", she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit".  A pause followed
as she brought forth a whip.  "Ha!" she completed her thought, "Like hell it
won't!"  The sharp sound of leather cracking echoed through the cabin like a
bullet.

"What is it Master Beta?" Rideher stood motionless staring at the main view
screen.  "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir.  There is one Borg alive, four
others have ceased functioning."  Rideher thought for a moment "Ensign Douche -
continue scanning for any Borg rescue ships.  Whoref - you will be part of my
away team.  Master Beta - you have the bridge.  Mr. Crusher - maintain standard
orbit... and put that magazine away!"

Rideher tapped his communicator as he and Whoref rode the turbolift."Dr. Crusher
to transporter room three".

Long Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air.  The mist was an
andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists.  As soon as she heard
Rideher's voice Cleverly's head snapped up as if someone had sneaked up behind
her.  Her hair tossed elegantly revealing a beautiful, but somewhat sinister
face.  She was panting, and not without reason.  She sighed in dissapointment,
then dismounted Captain Dickhard. "Damn, I was almost there."  she whispered
aloud as she rushed to put her starfleet uniform on.  Dashing to the bathroom
for a moment to check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do
before leaving.  At the cabin door she turned to the Captain, still chained to
the bed, "Don't go away" a snighed laugh followed as she proceeded out into what
seemed like a blinding light even though it was only the corridor.  As the cabin
doors closed a puff of purple mist escaped along with a cry for help "Get me out
of....".

"What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still beautiful, but
also quite angry as she addressed Geordi TheLarge."Well, sometimes in the field
we are forced to try new ideas." was the calm rebuttal.  "Speaking of which,"
Geordi continued, "would you like to get together for dinner in my cabin later? 
I make a great Moon-jelly."  The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised
smile replaced it "I love Moon-jelly".  Geordi knowingly tilted his head and
thought to himself "I know, and I'll bet I know what else you love to eat".

Sickbay had a new tennant in the form of an injured Borg.  Dr.Crusher hovered
over the alien tending to the wounds.  Commander Rideher and Whoref stood back,
arms folded, eyes piercing down at their enemy.

"That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled.  "What is it, Doctor?", Rideher was
curious.  "This Borg", she replied, "is very readily equiped".  "How so?" Whoref
interjects.  "This area of his body seems to be dedicated to sexual
gratification.  These five pockets contain all types of condoms, " Dr. Crusher
presses a pocket which opens up, "Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughs realizing her
company and presses the item back into the pocket.  Her tone once again becomes
professional, "The electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli.  I
wonder what this red one is for..." as she presses the button a protective panel
in the Borg's uniform mechanically swings out.  What swings out next causes all
three to drop their jaws wide open.

"He, e, e, es Huege!" Cleverly's voice is scratchy with surprise.Rideher closes
his mouth and replaces his look of awe with a look of discust, "Great, we've
captured Huege, the wonder stud!".  Whoref, always thinking of security, turns
to Rideher, "I'm not sure if we have a holding cell big enough for both of them,
sir."  Rideher looks back sarcastically, "Just confine him after the doctor is
through, Whoref."

Geordi TheLarge's quarters are dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air.A quaint table
is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the center containing the main
dish, Moon-Jelly.  Geordi, anticipating the evenings events, dances back and
forth making sure everything is just right.

The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's face.  "Come
in", his voice is friendly and confident.  The doors slide open.  Dr. Brahms
hesitates due to this light, "Commander TheLarge?"."Over here, I set the lights
low for an intimate dinner."  She makes her way into the room.  Her eyes begin
to adjust when she notices the table.  "It looks wonderful, you really didn't
have to do this.  I'm sorry I yelled at you this afternoon."  "Hey, no problem,
doc.  Please sit down, everything is ready".

Leah smiles as she nibbles on some cheese.  Geordi looks on, amazed that anyone
could be so desireable.  Her face gestures as she eats are so lovely.  He
stares, inspired by her beauty, he can just picture his cock stuffed in her
mouth instead of the cheese.

Suddenly, he snaps out of his daydream, "What, Leah?".  She repeats herself with
a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?".  "Oh," he appears relived
at an easy question, "I used a version our replicator had.  I remember thinking
of you in particular while making it."  Geordi lifts to lid off the pot to
reveal a bubling mess of rancid gellatin.Both their faces became sour with the
sight and smell which had been contained by the lid.

"Computer!" Geordi yells out, "What did I ask the replicator to make for
dinner?".  "You requested KY-Jelly, boiled." was the placid response.  "Oh
shit", the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice.

Ms. Coxonna Try was streaming down the hall.  Coming the other way almost as
fast was Chestly Crusher whose bridge duty had recently finished.  He had
stopped by his mother's cabin and was on his way to the holodeck when... BAM! 
Coxonna Try fell to the floor in a daze.Opposite her, the young Mr. Crusher was
shaking his head as he sat up to see what he had run into.  Coxonna shuffled
over to see if he was alright when she slipped on a magazine.  Chestly tried to
grab it away but it was too late.

A short silence ensued as Coxonna perused the magazine.  It seemed like eternity
to Chestly who was trying to think up excuses.  Coxonna didn't give him the
chance to speak.  "Hmmm, over 40, you have very good taste my young friend." 
She was now looking at Chestly in a whole new way.  Chestly opened his mouth but
before he could say anything, Ms.Try was on her feet and had pulled him up as
well.  "It is obvious, young man" Coxonna's tone was authoritative, "that you
have a serious problem..." then she whispered into his ear, "and I intend to
help." Before he could ponder her meaning she yanked his arm jolting his body
down the hall like a small boat in tow.

 "aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHH, UH!" Captain Dickhard looked at his hand in relief after
he finally managed to free himself from bondage.  A few minutes later he was
dressed in his standard uniform and on his way to the bridge, his step was
brisk, his attitude dignified.

The turbolift doors opened.  Captain Dickhard stepped onto an empty bridge.  His
brisk steps came to an instant halt as the reality sunk in.His eyes darted
around the room a few times attempting to locate anyone else.  He slowly walked
down the ramp to the center of the room.

 "Computer," the familiar electronic trickle followed, "current location of
Commander Rideher".  The near monotonic response was immediate, "Commander
Rideher is in Ten-Forward".  Dickhard continued the queries, "Current location
of Master Beta".  "Master Beta is in Ten- Forward".  "Current location of
Counselor Try".  "Counselor Try is in Ten-Forward".  "What the hell...?" the
Captain whispered to himself.The pace returned to his step as he proceeded to
the turbolift.

 The guest quarters of Coxonna Try were filled with the sounds of animal
passion.  Two figures embraced naked on the bed.  Chestly was thrusting his
penis into Ms. Try over and over.  His movement was so filled with pent-up
frustration that the bed threatened to detach from the wall.  Coxonna's hands
held on to Chestly's soft boyish, thin hips as he moved back and forth.  His
expressions continually changed, the look of surprise washing over his face with
each re-entry.

 Chestly moved his hands onto Coxonna's well developed, heaving breasts.  The
feeling was so good he came immediately.  Despite what most would consider a
sexual conclusion, he didn't miss a beat.  Ms.Try was well preserved for a woman
of her age, and Chestly knew it.His eyes swept over her curves, the signs of age
just beginning to set in excited him even more.  He tilted his head down and
watched as his red colored cock, fully covered with twat juice, glided in and
out of what had been his ultimate fantasy.  The sight of her vaginal hairs
parting for his intruder caused him to whip his head up and let out a loud moan.
 He could feel his cum streaming into her.  Coxonna too, became excited at the
sight of the young, undeveloped boy.  But more enticing was the reactions she
was producing from him.

 Now, with bodies pressed against each other, the pace had slowed, but the
pleasure intensified.  Coxonna felt every part of Chestly on her, and in her,
"Ohhh, it feels sooo gooood" she whispered softly.She moved her hands from his
hips to his ass, "God it is so young and tight" she thought to herself.  Her
mouth began to kiss his neck.  The young Ensign was learning the subtle touches
that produced massive reactions as he came again.  All Betazoids had orgasms
each time her partners did, and Ms. Try was no exception.  She was being drained
with each excretion, but she was loving every minute of it...

 The hallway was quiet except for the scuffing sound of Captain Dickhard's shoes
against the rug.  The large wooden doors of Ten-Forward slid open as the Captain
prepared to discover the attraction of this part of his ship.  Long-Luc stopped
dead in his tracks as a naked couple fell out onto the floor, the support of the
doors now gone.

 Long-Luc's eyes glided over the couple into the room.  The dark lighting made
it difficult to make out detail, but it was the sounds emminating from the bar
that gave away the nature of the festivities.A blending of voices, all moaning
in orchestral harmony echoed into the hall.

 "Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhh..YesssUmmmmmmOhekkkAAAAhuhuhuh,Uh,UH!..." the sounds
streamed on as the Captain finally collected his thoughts."My God!" was all he
could say at first, but at least in his usual 'Captainly' tone.  He was about to
venture into the room when Guynone appeared at the door facing him.  She was
completely naked except for her cosmic hat.  Her expression was calm and
peaceful as usual.  "Damn, why doesn't anything unnerve her?" the Captain
thought to himself."Hello, Captain", she said as if everything was normal. 
"Guynone," Long-Luc began with a controlled tone, "Would you explain why my
entire bridge crew is lost in a sea of flesh in Ten-Forward"?  "I think you'd
better ask Fuc-Q about that." was the reply as she gestured into the room by the
corner window.  Long-Luc could see a lone figure lounging by the window on a
table surrounded by two voluptuous women feeding him some fruit.  Instantly he
knew the omnipotent menace had returned to reek havoc on his ship.

 While Long-Luc was pondering the problem of traversing the conglomeration of
bodies to confront the menace, he was transported right next to Fuc-Q by the
entity.  He was about to berate Fuc-Q when he realized he was nude.  His angry
face turned to a wordless look saying 'why did you do that?'.  "Fuc-Q",
Long-Luc's tone was harsh, "I want you to leave my ship immediately"!  "Oh come
now Captain," Fuc-Q paused a moment to consider the pun he had just made, "I am
providing your crew with a much needed social event.  And what thanks do I get? 
I mean look out there.  Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves... and enjoying
some others as well"!  Long-Luc was looking out into the center of the room when
he turned back to Fuc-Q with a puzzled look, "Why is that support beam swaying"?
 Fuc-Q squinted, "That's not a support beam, it's just the Captured Borg showing
off".

 Fuc-Q raised both his hands in the air, "Is everybody happy"!? At that instant
the entire room convulsed into a massive orgasm. Screams of pleasure shattered
the air.  Long-Luc had to duck to avoid the liquid results of the group event. 
It seemed like a shoot-out as the Captain watched from the floor.

 "How do you feel?" Rideher said cautiously as he and Counsellor Try strolled
down the hall.  She replied, "Actually quite good.  I really didn't mind". 
Rideher continued, "Yes I agree,



