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Wild Wild Wes - a Star Trek TNG eroticon (good sci
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Wild Wild Wes
By Don Vaughan and Mark Cantrell
"You're money's no good here, Wes. This one's on us."
Wesley Crusher smiled weakly as Geordi LaForge reached into
his wallet and placed his Federation credit card on the counter.
The madam, a stunningly beautiful Dhr'naian dressed in a flowing
red robe that offset her light gold features, took the card and
tapped a few computer keys.
"Are you the client?" she asked Geordi telepathically.
"No," Geordi said. He pointed to Wesley. "He is."
The madam eyed Wesley closely. "What is your name and planet
of origin?" she asked.
"Wesley Crusher...Earth," Wesley said hoarsely. He'd never
been in a brothel before, and all these questions were making him
increasingly nervous.
"Are you of legal consent age on your home planet?" the clerk
telepathed.
"Yes," Wesley said. "I'm eighteen today. It's my birthday."
The clerk smiled and tapped a few more keys on the computer
pad before her, then handed the credit card back to Geordi and
dropped a slip of paper in Wesley's hand.
"You can make your selection from the girls in the room
behind me," she said, her lips unmoving. "Today you may choose
from both gold and silver Dhr'naians, Earth women, Vulcans or
Andorians. Your friend has paid for an hour, including the girl's
tip. Just give her that receipt. Enjoy yourself."
The clerk turned her attention to a tall Tholian awaiting
service, leaving Wesley alone with Geordi and Data. Wesley
grinned boyishly. "Guess this is it," he said.
Geordi laughed loudly. "Go have fun, man. Your first time is
something you'll never forget. We'll be here when you're done."
Wesley smiled again and nervously opened the door to the brothel
parlor.
What awaited him inside was better than his greatest fantasy.
Women of varied races and species lounged on plush couches,
reading or talking among themselves. A stunning Earth girl with
light red hair smiled softly at him as he strolled across the
room. Her eyes were blue and her lipstick a deep red. She was
dressed in a short robe that hung open loosely, revealing
alabaster breasts.
Next to her was a gorgeous Dhr'naian, her silver skin
twinkling softly in the low light. She telepathed a suggestive
thought and grinned mischievously.
The Earth girl and the silver Dhr'naian were both beautiful,
but it was the Vulcan whore Wesley spotted across the room who
ultimately captured his heart. Her long hair was dark and
radiant, her eyes green, her body bronzed and muscular. Wesley
immediately fell in lust.
The girl eyed Wesley boldly as he strolled past, and she
laughed lightly at his obvious inexperience.
"You look like you need a little help," she said, so softly
that Wesley had to bend over to hear her.
"It's my first time," he replied, his face crimson.
"Your first time here, or your first time ever?" the Vulcan
asked him gently. She smiled and shifted her robe just enough to
reveal a hint of breast and a glimpse of thigh. Wesley swallowed
hard.
"Both," he stammered. He paused for moment and added, "Are
you free right now?"
"As a matter of fact I am," the girl said, sitting up. She
placed the book she'd been reading on a small table beside the
couch and extended her hand. Wesley took it and helped her to her
feet. "My name's K'tarrh."
"I'm Wesley. I'm on shore leave from the Federation ship
Enterprise."
K'tarrh held firm to Wesley's hand as she led him up a
flight of stairs and down a long hallway to her room. A tall,
ugly Gorn -- obviously the bouncer -- sat in an easy chair in
one corner of the hall. He appeared engrossed in a thick book and
munched absently from a box of Tribbles & Bits. K'tarrh
acknowledged him in his own language, but he merely grunted, eyed
Wesley suspiciously, then returned to his reading.
"He's really very nice, once you get to know him," K'tarrh
whispered to Wesley as they passed. "He's working his way through
college. Majoring in education. He wants to work as a
kindergarten teacher." Wesley nodded, both amused and horrified
by the thought. Imagine the punishment for eating paste...
After what seemed an eternity, K'tarrh opened a door and led
Wesley inside. The room was pleasantly decorated with subtle
feminine touches, and a large bed dominated one corner. A mirror
was attached to the ceiling over the bed, and hundreds of tiny
iridescent lights imbedded in the walls made the room glow as if
flooded with moonlight. Wesley sat on the edge of the bed, unsure
what to do.
"I need the receipt," K'tarrh said. Wesley handed her the
wrinkled sheet of paper, which K'tarrh placed carefully in the
pocket of her robe.
Still dressed, K'tarrh kneeled on the floor at Wesley's feet
and placed her chin on his knee. She smiled at him and her gaze
seemed to bore into his brain. Wesley found himself becoming
aroused, and tried to cover his erection with his hands. K'tarrh
laughed.
"Don't cover it, Wesley," she said. "That's why you're here,
remember?"
K'tarrh stood up and loosened the belt of her robe, then let
the shimmering cloth slide off her body. Wesley drank in her
beauty, his eyes literally dancing from her breasts to her crotch
to her legs and up to her face.
"Do you think I'm sexy, Wesley?" K'tarrh asked softly. She
stepped forward before the boy could answer and kneeled at his
feet again. She gently moved his hands from his lap and caressed
his hard cock with her fingertips. Wesley gasped.
"You're very handsome, Wesley," K'tarrh said as she teased
the growing bulge in Wesley's pants. "It's funny that you should
come from the Enterprise. You remind me so much of that ship's
former captain. He was one of my favorite clients." She paused.
"He..."
"What?" Wesley asked. He took K'tarrh's hand in his and
squeezed it. He had never seen a more beautiful woman.
"He died in my arms of a heart attack right after he
climaxed. His last words were: 'At least I came before I went.'"
K'tarrh forced back the pain and smiled brightly. "That was a
long time ago," she said. "Here, let's see what we can do for
you."
K'tarrh eagerly removed Wesley's shirt and slacks and admired
his sex with a hungry gleam. "I'm glad I'm your first, Wesley,"
she said. "I have so much to show you..."
Wesley lay back on the bed as K'tarrh took the length of his
cock deep into her mouth. Eyes closed, he grunted softly then
louder as she worked his hard penis with her tongue and lips,
bringing him dangerously close to orgasm, then slowing down so
that he couldn't.
Just when Wesley thought he could take no more, K'tarrh
pulled herself over his prone form and placed his slick cock
between her breasts. Kissing his neck and chest, she rocked back
and forth, sending wave after incredible wave of pleasure though
the boy's body.
"My God!" Wesley moaned. "It feels so..."
Again K'tarrh stopped before Wesley could come, pulling
herself up still farther until his cock was nestled snugly
between the lips of her hot, wet vagina.
"Give it to me," K'tarrh whispered as she kissed Wesley
passionately. "Please, baby..."
Wesley pushed his cock deep into K'tarrh's pussy, pulled it
out and thrust hard again. K'tarrh grunted loudly, her eyes
closed, head thrown back.
"That's it, baby!" she moaned. "That's what I want!"
Rolling over, K'tarrh managed to pull Wesley on top of her
without missing a thrust. Beads of perspiration rolled down
Wesley's face as he plunged home again and again, and he leaned
forward to kiss K'tarrh as she moved her hips beneath him.
Wesley knew there was no stopping, and he could tell that
K'tarrh was close to climaxing as well. "I can't...hold...back!"
he grunted, each push bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
"I don't want you to!" K'tarrh gasped, her legs wrapped
tightly around Wesley's hips. "Don't stop! I
want...you...to...come!"
K'tarrh grabbed Wesley's head and pulled his mouth to hers.
Wesley felt an odd sensation as her hand touched his skull, but
it disappeared seconds later as both he and his Vulcan lover
climaxed together, then fell on the bed in a sweaty, heaving pile
of limbs and flesh.
The strange feeling returned as Wesley's breathing slowed,
and he felt his cock growing hard again. K'tarrh rose up on one
elbow and looked deep into his eyes. "Happy birthday," she
sighed.
"I...wanttomakelove...to you...AGAIN!" Wesley said, his tone
suddenly bombastic. K'tarrh stared at him, frightened.
"Why are you talking like that?" she asked.
"What...doyoumean?" Wesley replied, his voice several octaves
lower than normal.
"Oh my God," K'tarrh whispered. "It's gone. You've got it
now." Wesley looked at her quizzically, his cock growing harder
by the moment.
"I've got togetback to the ship," he said. "How about...one
more... foroldtime'ssake?" Pulling K'tarrh beneath him, Wesley
plunged his cock inside her with the expertise of a galactic Don
Juan. He thrust with near military precision -- then felt his
cock erupt with no warning at all.
"Oh my God, you ARE him!" K'tarrh screamed. "I thought he
was dead! YOU'VE got him!"
The Gorn down the hall, alerted by K'tarrh's panicked
shrieks, smashed through the wood door as if it were made of
Parnoovian cardboard. As K'tarrh cowered on the bed, the massive
reptilian alien lumbered toward Wesley with bloodlust in his
eyes. Reacting quickly, Wesley faked to the left, then to the
right, grabbed his clothes and sprinted out the door and down the
hallway, the Gorn in hot pursuit.
Climbing into his pants as he dashed through the parlor door,
Wesley made a beeline toward the lobby, where Geordi was
attempting to explain a copy of Playbeing to Data.
Geordi looked at his watch. "You've still got 20 minutes," he
said. "Go back in there and get my money's worth."
"We gotta go -- now!" Wesley gasped, his lungs aching for
air.
"Why?" Data asked.
"That's an order, mister! We gotta go!"
Wesley grabbed Geordi and Data by the arm and ushered them
toward the brothel door just as the enraged Gorn crashed into the
lobby.
"I see what you mean!" Geordi said, breaking into a run.
"If this is a typical human rite of passage," Data hollered
as the trio raced down the street, "I think I'll stay an
android."
***
The next day, Wesley received a visit in his quarters from
Deanna Troi. Unable to control himself, Wesley could only look
and marvel at her heaving cleavage and shapely ass. Within
seconds his penis began to grow hard, as if it had a life of its
own.
"Your mother tells me you're not feeling well," Deanna said
softly. She lifted Wesley's chin until his gaze met her eyes.
"Did something happen during your shore leave?"
"I'm not sure," Wesley said. "I was with...a
girl...yesterday, and it was a lot of fun. But afterward I
felt...different."
"I can sense something troubling you," Deanna said. She
cupped Wesley's face in her soft hands and stared into his eyes.
"You're not alone. I feel you have...someone...with you."
"What...areyoutalking...about?" Wesley asked, perspiration
soaking his uniform.
Suddenly he could no longer control himself. With an
anguished gasp he lunged forward, pinning the startled Counselor
beneath him. He kissed the Betazoid passionately, mumbling softly
as he ground his crotch into hers.
"I'm...compelled..." he gasped. "You're...awoman. I have
to...dothis."
"Wesley!" Deanna shrieked. She smacked the heaving teenager
on the back, panicked by Wesley's unexplainable actions and the
driving desire for her best friend's son, which had remained
locked and unspoken within her. Until now.
"Wesley..."
Deanna held the boy's fevered head to her bosom as he rubbed
his cock against her with increasing lust. "I feel your passion,"
she moaned, her own heart racing. "I feel...a little strange."
So did Wesley, but the sensation couldn't stop the orgasm
that suddenly rocked his muscular body and soaked his uniform
slacks. He rolled off the Counselor gasping apologies.
"I'm sorry, Deanna," he said. "I don't know why, but I simply
HAD to make love to you! Please don't tell my mom. She'd KILL
me!"
Deanna Troi wasn't listening. Something...someone...had
entered her head, and a battle was raging within her skull. At
the same time she felt both feminine and masculine, a
disconcerting sensation that sent her reeling.
"Please excuse me, Wesley," she said, standing and
straightening her dress. "I have...toinvestigatethis. And change
your pants, Ensign!"
With that, Deanna swaggered out of Wesley's quarters and
disappeared down the hall.
***
Unbeknownst to both Wesley and Deanna, Geordi LaForge was
hard at work trying to decode the enigma of his young friend's
behavior. Sex changes a man, he knew, but the Wesley who came
barreling out of the whorehouse was NOT the Wesley who had gone
in. Something had happened during his encounter, and it didn't
involve the Gorn.
"Computer," Geordi said, "present all known information on
the planet Dhr'naia."
"Dhr'naia...one of six Class M pleasure planets in the
Ectorus star system," the computer droned. "Population 134
million, 890 thousand, 445. Possesses a handful of small mining
outposts, but economy is based almost entirely on prostitution.
Planet offers more than 50,000 brothels catering to every known
race and species...
"Present all information on the Lo'Demus Brothel in the city
of Xnor'thea," Geordi said.
"Lo'Denus Brothel, founded in Earth year 2237. One of the
city's most popular brothels...received five stars in the
prestigious Eddie's Guide to Galactic Brothels and Hotels,
revised edition. Features 27-hour service, with a minimum of 25
prostitutes available at all times. Working species include Earth
girls, Tholians, Vulcans..."
"Stop," Geordi said. "Give me all information on a Vulcan
prostitute named K'tarrh."
"K'tarrh Kozlowski, age 69, half Vulcan-half human. Employed
at Lo'Denus Brothel for past 11 Dhr'naian years. Sexual talents
are so powerful that three of her clients have died during the
act of coitus. Previous employment includes Rhin'tengar Brothel
in..."
Something tickled at the back of Geordi's mind. "Stop," he
said. "Identify the clients who died."
The computer cogitated for a microsecond. "Khy'ster Synn
Re'iann, Ferengi arms dealer. Died from heart attack during oral
sex. Xtthalnnahtrhhj Johnson, Tholian diplomat. Died of heart
attack during hot B&D session. James T. Kirk, human, retired
captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise 1701-C. Died of heart attack
following intercourse..."
"Give me more on James T. Kirk," Geordi instructed, a chill
running up his spine.
"James Tiberius Kirk, one of the most decorated starship
captains in Starfleet. Divorced from researcher Carol Marcus,
fathered one son...that he knew of. Died in Earth year 2419.
Known for his uncanny leadership savvy and command under
pressure. Pretentious, but beloved by his crew. Spoke with
irritatingly staccato vocal cadence. Nailed every female he could
get his hands on. Rumored to be afflicted with satyriasis.
Treated for sexually transmitted diseases twenty-two times.
Suffered from premature ejaculation during latter years of his
life..."
Geordi sat back and grinned. There was only one explanation -
- K'tarrh had received James Kirk's katra when he died in her
arms. And now Wesley had it.
He ordered the computer off and rose to find Data. Something
had to be done before the Enterprise began war games in the
Obedia sector the next day.
***
"I think we have a wolf in the fold," said Geordi, joining
Data at the bar on Ten Forward.
The android paused with a glass halfway to his lips and
peered at Geordi with a quizzical stare.
"Lieutenant?"
"I did a little checking around," Geordi explained, slipping
a coin-sized module into the bar's holoscreen slot, "and I'm
pretty sure one of our fellow crew members has the soul of an old
starship captain."
The screen melted into the lovely, if slightly weathered,
features of Wesley's Vulcan whore. In the holo, her tan breasts
were bare, and she stared out at the two officers with a curious
mixture of impassivity and sensuality. Geordi whistled softly.
"Now THAT'S what I call a tart," he said appreciatively.
Data stared at the viewscreen, his eyes unfocused, accessing his
formidable database.
"Tart," he recited. "A trollop, whore, prostitute, lady of
the evening, harlot, hooker, pavement princess, woman of ill..."
"Data," Geordi snapped, "Save the thesaurus routine, willya?
This is serious. I think Wesley may be carrying James Kirk's
katra."
"And this Vulcan is the donor?" Data asked, staring at
K'tarrh's tits with innocent curiosity.
"Uh, yeah," Geordi affirmed, turning off the viewer. "She
was the one he was with on Dhr'naia, and I think she was carrying
Kirk's katra and transferred it to Wesley. It's the only
explanation for his behavior."
"A katra is one's life-essence; the soul, if you will," said
Data thoughtfully. "It is possible that Wesley, having command
qualities but little experience, provided just the receptacle
needed for the transference."
Data rose from the bar. "If this theory is indeed true, it
is possible Counselor Troi could sense the katra's presence. I
will ask her to try this before we formulate further plans.
Meanwhile, it might be best to keep close watch on Wesley."
***
Deanna Troi sat crosslegged on her bed, arms clasped across
her breasts, rocking slowly. Never before had she felt such a
flood of sexual emotion course through her, and the images were
so vivid: Smooth feminine buttocks, hard abdomens, firm Vulcan
breasts, a steely erection, a tongue lightly caressing a nipple.
Some memories were hers, but the others seemed to belong to
someone else, someone with a monumental lust for women. All
women. ANY woman. She shook her head in a vain attempt to clear
it of the intruding memories, and fell back onto the bed. She
couldn't believe she had actually thought of making love to
Wesley back there in his quarters, taking advantage of his youth,
his inexperience, his gigantic throbbing erection...
Deanna moaned as her hand cupped her left breast, squeezing
the nipple until a wave of hot pleasure shot through her loins.
"Dammit, why fight it?" she thought. "You're a woman, I'm a
man..."
Her hand crept down her thigh, then back to her mound. She
could feel warm moisture seeping through the silky material of
her uniform. Pressing a finger into her slippery crevice, she
gasped softly as the cloth's friction brought her clitoris to
stiff attention. Her hand moved with a life of its own, expertly
arousing her to new heights of ecstasy. Her moans became louder,
so that when the door chime sounded, it was almost lost in her
lusty whimpers.
After a patient interval, the chime sounded again.
"Counselor, may I come in?"
Troi bounded from her bed, drawing deep ragged breaths, and
stood before the entrance. Her hair was in complete disarray, her
knees wobbled, and a wide stain spread across the crotch of her
blue jumpsuit. The being inside her shed the uniform in one fluid
motion.
"Come," she gritted.
The door slid wide, and as Data opened his mouth to speak,
Deanna dug both hands into the fabric of his uniform and spun him
onto the bed. Too surprised to speak, Data watched in fascination
as the Counselor jumped on top of him, grabbed his uniform on
either side of its center seam and PULLED. The fabric gave way
with a tortured shriek and her mouth was on his cock, engulfing
the organ with her warm wetness. Data's perfectly-formed penis
sprang to its full nine inches, just as it had been programmed to
do under such circumstances, and his humping circuitry kicked in,
causing his hips to undulate rhythmically.
"Counselor, although I am programmed to
provide...uhhhh....verbal feedback for my partner during the act
of coitus, I...ahhhhh...feel this behavior is very irregular.
Don't you think...OH GOD...you should contact Doctor Crusher
about..."
Deanna pulled her mouth from Data's cock, straddled his
body, and fastened her lips to his. She reached between her legs
and found Data's rigid member, guiding it skillfully into her
dripping pussy. The android's humping circuits slid obligingly
into overdrive, and his body became a blur as he and Counselor
Troi screwed like amphetamine-crazed rabbits.
"God, fuck me! Fuck me, you beautiful android party doll!"
Troi grated, her ass making obscene slapping sounds as she
pounded into his groin. She could already feel her first orgasm
bubbling up within her.
"Although I am programmed for at least three...UNNNNHHHH,
YEAH...hours of continuous intercourse, there seems to
be.....AHHHH, BABY....something amiss. As we are now in the
vibration phase...DO IT!...the program must have accelerated,"
Data offered. "I will climax in two point seven seconds. I
apologize for the duration of...OHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UHHH,
OWOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Deanna felt Data's massive cock spasm deep in her loins, as
it simultaneously began to vibrate like a jackhammer. As he shot
his hot load into her clutching pussy, her own orgasm welled up
and possessed her. Back arching, she gave herself up to wave
after wave of complete, mind-numbing pleasure.
***
"Mister Data, will you please take your accustomed post,"
snapped Captain Picard.
"I'm...sorry, sir," Data apologized, rising from the center
seat. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there, but it had
felt right somehow. He made his way to his own console and sat
down. Sharply-defined sexual images still bombarded him.
Geordi, occupying the seat beside him at the console, leaned
over and whispered, "Well, did she or didn't she?"
Data stared at him, uncomprehending. "I...begyourpardon?" he
said.
On the screen, a junked freighter floated serenely in a sea
of black, fodder for the torpedo practice which was about to
begin. It contained a cloaking device made from stolen Romulan
plans, and the computer's mission was to sense the location of
the drone by the disturbance in space-time it created.
"The katra - could she feel it?" Geordi pressed.
"Lieutenant, I'm responsibleforthelives of
threehundredandfifty menandwomen on this ship. I... have... more
important things to do than chase - ghosts."
"Oh my God!" gasped Geordi. "It isn't possible.
You're...you're an android. How could you..."
"Commence exercise," ordered Picard, and Data's hand went to
the console. And stayed there.
He sat frozen, staring straight ahead, his hand locked on
the controls. The computer confirmed the Lieutenant Commander's
last instruction: "Firing sequencer armed. Torpedoes now under
computer control."
On the viewscreen, the freighter's engines flickered to life
and the ship slowly dissolved to nothingness as the alien
cloaking device was activated.
"Captain, I don't think we..." Geordi began.
"Please, Lieutenant," waved Picard tiredly. "After."
"Tracking cloaked vessel. Photon torpedoes firing in one
minute," said the computer, and then, "Wow, whatta babe!"
Suddenly the Enterprise shook violently and three torpedoes
prematurely blasted out and away, completely missing the drone.
"Damn!" Picard swore, leaping to his feet. "What the hell
was that all about?"
On the viewscreen, a torpedo exploded in a soundless burst
of pure white, and a moment later, the unmistakable outlines of a
Romulan bird of prey shimmered into being at the epicenter.
"I sweartoGod, that's NEVER happened before," said the
computer.
***
Captain Picard sat with a steely calm, fingertips tapping
lightly together.
"Very well, Mr. LaForge, you may begin."
Geordi cleared his throat. "Well, uh, it seems that Wesley
got it first," he began. "Then he gave it to Counselor Troi, and
somehow she gave it to Data, although I don't really understand
how."
"And you mean to tell me that Mr. Data was able to transfer
a katra - a human life force - to THIS SHIP?" Picard slumped in
his chair. "I'm not sure I can accept all this."
"We've talked with the computer, sir, and it turns out that
Captain Kirk's drive to command a starship was so strong that his
katra had been waiting sixty years for the opportunity. Wesley
just provided an easy route," Geordi explained.
"And the Romulan ship?" Picard had turned to the window,
where the captured Bird of Prey hung suspended several kilometers
away.
"That's a good one. The Romulans had developed a new
cloaking device that projects a false space-time disturbance far
behind the ship, and I think they were going to use the exercise
to test our sensors. The computer was about to lock onto the
disturbance about the same time Kirk's katra accessed the picture
of K'tarrh I'd been showing to Data. The torps fired...uh,
early - and we nailed 'em."
"So we were saved by a dead man's premature ejaculation
problem," Picard said tonelessly. "I really am developing a
frightful headache. One more thing, Lieutenant - what's to become
of Captain Kirk's katra? We certainly cannot have a lecherous
ghost running around this ship."
"We've taken care of that, sir," said Geordi. "It seems the
moral pendulum is swunging to the right again on Dhr'naia, and
prostitution is about to be outlawed. Madam Hilda bought an old
freighter, and she and her girls plan to relocate to the Fornix
system, but they need someone at the helm. Captain Kirk jumped at
the opportunity. Ah, this looks like her now."
A small freighter hove into view outside. Painted in large
red letters along the length of the fuselage was the slogan,
"Fornix or Bust". Picard could make out figures at the windows,
waving. As the ship drew nearer, he saw they were female -- and
very naked.
Suddenly, the ship shook.
"Oops," said James Kirk.
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