"Are you okay? Answer me...wake up!"

I opened my eyes and looked up at one of the ugliest faces I'd ever seen and then screamed.

"Calm down!" he commanded as he backed away. "I was simply trying to bring you out of your slumber."

I sat up straight and looked around, not recognizing my surroundings. "Where am I? Who the hell are you?"

"You must have bumped your head," he said, avoiding my questions and looking at me curiously. "Perhaps I should take you to Sick Bay and have the doctor check you out."

"You're not taking me anywhere, Buster!" I screamed and backed up into the corner. "Who are you? Better yet, what are you?"

"I am Lieutenant Worf, Counselor."

"You're Lieutenant Worf Counselor?"

"No, I'm Lieutenant Worf comma Counselor."

"Oh... so Comma is your middle name?"

"Let's try this again!" he roared, and I flattened myself against the wall. "I am Lieutenant Worf, and you are the counselor."

"Oh...what do I counsel?"

"We haven't figured that out yet," he said.

"What are you?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm a Klingon."

"Who am I?"

"You're Counselor Deanna Troi."

I was? The name didn't ring any bells. I shook my head, trying to remember something but my mind was foggy. There was a distant memory -- something had happened, but I couldn't remember. My head started to pound hard and I rubbed my temples.

He approached me slowly. "Maybe I should take you to see Dr. Crusher." He reached out for me, and I screamed again, causing him to back up once more. "You're not behaving professionally, Counselor Troi," he announced.

"Listen, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here," I said as I crawled off to what appeared to be a bed. "I think maybe..." I looked down and screamed again.

"What now?" he yelled.

"Oh my God!" I looked up at him, tears filling my eyes.

"What?"

"I'm wearing polyester!" I began to scream again until he yelled at me.

"ENOUGH! We are going to Sick Bay if I have to carry you there!"

"Fuck you!" I said. I wondered where that came from. Usually I save all my swearing for the office. The office...the computer...writing...erotica...the Internet...the Fantasy Train...it was all coming back to me. "Miss Behavin`!" I yelled happily. I knew who I was!

"Yes you are misbehaving and acting very strangely. I suggest we get you some medical attention immediately."

"Listen," I said, my voice rising as I walked around the room with my back to the wall. "I don't know who you are or what you are...I have no idea what I'm doing here, BUT if you don't... uh, is this my room?"

He nodded.

"Thanks," I said calmly and then began yelling again. "If you don't get your ass out of my room, I'm going to have you...arrested!"

"I'm the Chief of Security," he said proudly.

"Oh..."

"I really think you should accompany me to Sick Bay, Counselor Troi."

I leaned against the wall, feeling defeated. Maybe somebody in Sick Bay, whatever the hell that was, could answer my questions -- like why this goober thought I was a counselor or maybe he was suggesting I get one. "Fine, let's go," I said and looked around. "Where's the door?"

"Right there," he said, pointing to the wall.

"Where's the knob?" I asked studying the wall.

"The what?"

"Never mind," I said frustrated. "You go and I'll follow and don't make any sudden moves. I may be small, but I bet I could take you."

He raised one of his big bushy eyebrows and huffed before walking over to the wall. Suddenly the wall slid open and my mouth dropped.

"That is exactly the kind of set up I've been trying to get for my walk-in closets," I mumbled.

"This way," he said.

I followed him down the hall, staying several paces behind him. As I walked, I could feel my outfit riding up and I yanked it back down. I was wearing a one-piece exercise outfit -- it also appeared that I had been poured into it. I continued to follow him until windows surrounded us and I stopped, looking out into nothingness.

"Where is everything?"

He stopped and turned around, glaring at me. "Everything?"

"Well yeah...like all of the shopping malls and buildings."

"There are no buildings in space, remember?" He then turned around and continued walking.

"Oh..." I shrugged and walked two more steps. "Space? We are in space? Is this an airplane?" He ignored me and I ran to catch up to him, catching my reflection in the glass and stopping. "Should this outfit really be so tight?" I turned and looked at myself from the side, happy to see that my ass didn't look big in it. Actually, the outfit was kind of flattering to my figure but it could have used some accessories and maybe some high heels instead of the boots. "Do these come in different colours? I don't think this is my shade."

"Uniforms are worn according to regulation standards and rank," he stated flatly.

Uniform? I looked like I was wearing Barbie's workout suit and it was a uniform? I didn't ask. Following closely behind him, I looked down at my chest. "Hey this is a cool broach." I rubbed it with my hand and it made a funny beeping sound. I rubbed it again and then tapped it, making it beep out of control.

"Stop playing with that!"

"Why is it beeping?"

"It's your communicator."

"Yeah...right. Okay, so how do I communicate."

"You simply touch it," he said, demonstrating on his, "and say the person's name and you're immediately connected with them."

I tried to grasp what he was saying. "Okay, so let's say I wanted to order a pizza, how would I dial?"

"I've had about all I can take of you!" he said and then quickly turned the corner out of my sight.

"Cranky," I mumbled and then touched my communicator. "Lieutenant Worf," I said. A split second later, he was answering me from my breast!

"Lieutenant Worf here."

"Hey this is so cool!" I said, talking to my chest. "Whatcha doing?"

He came around the corner in a fury and grabbed my arm, dragging me down the hall. "Who else can we call?" I asked as he pushed me into an elevator.

"Just stand there and stop touching things!"

I wondered why he was getting so frustrated with me. All the bones in the front of his head were starting to throb and not in a good way. I studied him closer and gasped. I knew the man under those bones...or at least I thought I did, but who was he? When I tried to remember, my head began to hurt again.

The doors opened and he pulled me out into another big room, which was filled with all sorts of electronic equipment. It looked like a Bill Gates wet dream.

"Stay there!" he commanded, pointing his finger at me.

"Aye-aye!" I said, saluting. What a bone-head.

He growled at me and then disappeared behind another door. I wandered around the room, looking at the flashing lights and different buttons.

"Miss Behavin'?"

"Yes?" I turned around and came face to face with a very pale looking man.

"Thank God!" he said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "Someone who finally remembers who they are!" His eyes moved down to my chest and held there.

"Who are you?"

"It's me!" he said, his plastic-looking eyes moving back to my face. "Lord Shon!"

Shon...of course... I knew Shon. We met on the Fantasy Train and he wanted my Golden Clittie Award and I gave it to him. I remembered how good he had looked -- sophisticated and sexy. What the hell happened to him? Why was the image of his head between my thighs coming back to me?

"Uh Shon?"

"Yes?"

I grabbed under his chin and jolted his head up. "They don't talk so quit staring at them! Listen, what the hell is going on here? Where are we?"

"I have a theory," he said.

"Are you getting enough iron in your diet?" I asked. "You're pretty damn pale."

"I'm Lieutenant Commander Data -- an android. Didn't you ever watch Star Trek?" he asked. I shook my head and he sighed. "Let me see how fast I can explain this to you. I'm not sure how much time we'll have before Worf comes looking for you."

"Does my ass look big in this?" I asked, turning around for him. I looked over my shoulder and he was staring at it. "Well? Does it?"

"Uh no..." he said and then he shook his head. "You need to listen to me. Do you remember a loud bang when we were on the train and then it began shaking?"

"I think so, yeah." It was starting to come back to me now. I had been sitting in my compartment working on my latest story when my laptop slid off my lap and then flew across the floor. The noise was horrible, like scratching metal and then there was a deafening bang and a flash of light. I didn't remember anything after that.

"Well I think the train transformed into this ship."

"Huh?"

"This starship we are on -- the USS Enterprise-D. Geeze, it would really have helped if you hadn't been writing smut and watched a little TV instead!"

I tried not to look insulted. "So where are Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock?"

"Wrong Star Trek, this is The Next Generation." He rolled his mechanical eyes at me like I was too stupid to live.

"What year is it? How the hell did we get here?" I whispered as someone walked by.

Shon took my arm and led me to a corner of the room. "The year is 2369 -- cool huh?" I guess I didn't look impressed so he continued talking. "Here's my theory. Someone must have been fucking around with something that caused a subspace rupture and the Fantasy Train was sucked into it. The first person through the spatial anomaly must have been thinking about Star Trek, The Next Generation, and blammo, we're here!"

I smiled and pretended to understand what he was yammering on about. "How did you figure this out?"

"I'm a big fan," he boasted.

"Wonderful," I said dryly. "Now how do we get out of here?"

"I've thought about that and the only way is for us to convince whoever is Captain Picard that he must drive the Enterprise straight into the anomaly even though all the instruments will suggest we should do otherwise."

"Uh huh..."

"Listen Miss B, it's the only way. This ship is carrying everyone from the train and then some, but there's a problem here because no one but you and I seem to know that we are us, you know?"

"I don't think that's proper grammar," I said. Where was David when I really needed him? "Well let's go find this Picard person and get out of here."

"It's not that easy," Shon said. "I've been checking out our surroundings and talking to some of the officers and I think we are in trouble -- they actually believe they are the characters. I ran into Bronwen who thinks she's Guinan and she kept offering to make me drinks. She tried to make me drink something that was blue and bubbling! When I finally escaped her, I found Lambchop wandering the halls. I thought he knew who he was but it turns out he didn't even think he was a cast member."

"Who does he think he is?"

"George Washington."

"Uh huh..." It's funny, he had always seemed pretty normal to me, but what the hell did I know?

"We need to..."

"Counselor Troi!"

"That would be you," Shon whispered.

I turned around to see Maria coming at me and wondered when she had become a redhead. "Maria!" I said and Shon elbowed me in the ribs.

She smiled and looked at Worf who gave her a "I told you so" look. "How are you feeling Deanna?"

"Great," I said. "Top-notch, couldn't be better." I'm not who you think I am and better yet, you're not who you think you are and everything is all fucked up -- what could be better than that?

"You don't sound like yourself," she said, looking at me curiously.

"I think I had something for lunch that didn't agree with me," I said, rubbing my stomach. "I've been feeling like a totally different person for the last few hours."

"Please lie on the table and let me check you over," she said pointing to a table.

"I'm not undressing in front of these guys," I said defensively, backing against the table.

"See?" Worf grunted and Maria nodded.

"See what?" I said, jumping up on the table.

"Lie down," she said, avoiding my question. She ran a little silver box over me, keeping it about six inches from my body. It beeped and lights flashed and she frowned. Shon moved to her side and I wondered what he planned on doing.

"Is there a problem, Dr. Beverly Crusher, Chief Medical Officer?" Shon gave me a look and I repeated her name over and over in my head, recording it for future use.

She gave Shon a weird look. "I'm not sure Data, I think there must be something wrong with this tricorder."

"Perhaps a malfunction in the infandibulator calibrations," Shon said.

Maria looked at Shon. "You're probably right, that's been happening a lot lately. Oh well, I'm late for a hair appointment with Larry so I better go. You rest Deanna and I'll check on you later."

Larry? Larry from my guest book who wanted to shave Maria's pussy? This was getting just a little too weird for me.

"I feel fine," I said, sitting up. "I probably just need some sleep, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my room and Android-Boy here is going to take me there." I jumped off the table and grabbed Shon's hand, pulling him across the room and out the door.

"We better get going before Lee Vine comes after us -- he's one mean looking Klingon."

Worf was Lee! Lee was Worf! I knew I recognized him. I was supposed to have dinner with Lee and he promised to show me something I'd never seen before and now I was going to miss it! I have the worst damn luck!

Shon took my hand and walked quickly down the corridor, pulling me behind.

"Lieutenant Commander Data!" a voice boomed.

We both stopped dead in our tracks and turned around slowly. Standing behind us, looking none too pleased, was Homer Vargas.

"Ho.." I started to say and then shut up. If it had really been Homer, he would have been all over me by now. For some reason he really wanted me pregnant. Actually his Uncle Mario seemed to really like me too and I wondered if it was a family thing.

"Commander Riker," Shon said solemnly, nodding at Homer.

Homer moved slowly to us and stared at Shon. "Shouldn't you be on the Bridge?"

I wasn't really up for a game of Bridge, but decided I would play and try to fit in. Shon looked at me and then back at Homer.

"Yes Sir," he said and then started walking back towards Sick Bay.

"It's the other way," Homer said.

"Uh yeah, I knew that," Shon said and then headed past me.

I stood there, looking at Homer and cursing Shon for leaving me.

Homer smiled at me. "How are you Deanna?" he whispered.

"Great," I said, not liking the way he was looking at me.

"I've been looking for you. We were supposed to be having dinner tonight, did you forget?"

"Oh right," I said.

He moved towards me quickly and before I knew it, he had pressed me against the wall, kissing me hard. I pulled back, pressing my hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away.

"I want you so badly," he growled and grabbed the back of my head. I tried to distance myself from him again, but it didn't work. His lips were on mine and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth as he ground his body against mine.

I shoved him back and glared at him. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Deanna," he said softly. "What's wrong? Last night you said you wanted to fuck me like a bunny in heat."

I did? I looked down his uniform and decided he really did want me badly. "I changed my mind." Or did I? I looked at Homer -- perhaps a quickie would be okay before looking for Shon. I shook my head; I needed to concentrate more on getting off the starship and less on just getting off.

"Listen, Ho...err Commander, I think maybe I had too much to drink last night."

"We weren't drinking," he said, looking totally confused.

"I was..." I said quickly, making it up as I went along which was pretty easy for me. "I have a drinking problem, did I mention that? Probably not, but I do and you know what? I'm out of denial and can finally admit it! I think it's time I dealt with it, so..." I started backing down the corridor, talking as fast as I could. I needed to confuse him, and since he was a man, it wasn't hard. "I'm going to go find myself an AA meeting onboard -- there's probably one in progress right now and if I run I'll be able to catch it, so I'll see you later Commander." I turned and ran down the hall as fast as I could, knocking a couple of people over in the process.

I made it back into the elevator and stood there, panting. Where the hell were the buttons? I didn't remember Worf pushing anything. "I want to go to the fucking Bridge!" I whined and the elevator started moving. Apparently whining for something worked in space too -- I was delighted!

The doors opened and I stepped out cautiously. I spotted Shon and headed in his direction. I had almost made it to him when I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Counselor Troi."

Damn it, now what? I turned and came face to face with MichaelD and I smiled brightly. It was good to see him again and I reached out and hugged him close although he didn't hug me back. I let him go and stood back. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"It's International Hug your..."

"Captain," Shon interjected.

"Captain Day. Happy Captain's Day!"

"Are you okay Counselor?" he asked as he eyed me. I followed his eyes down and noted they stopped on my breasts.

"We're all fine," I said. "Do I have a seat up here?"

He pointed to one and I sat down, crossing my legs and staring at my boots. If we were stuck here, I was going to protest my wardrobe. MichaelD sat beside me and I flashed a smile at him. He smiled back and then turned his head, staring straight ahead. I looked out the windshield and watched the stars going by, wondering how big the windshield wipers were and if many bugs got stuck on it.

I leaned towards MichaelD and whispered, "Should I be doing anything?"

He looked at me oddly. "No, you don't actually do anything, just sit there and feel. Are you sure you're okay? You're acting weirder than usual."

Feel? Feel what? Myself? I shrugged. It was hardly the time or place, but if it was my job then I really had no choice. I moved my hands over my breasts, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as I squeezed and felt my nipples growing hard beneath my palms.

"Counselor!"

I opened my eyes. "Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Feeling," I said, looking at him like he was stupid.

"Oh..." He looked confused.

"This works better with two people," I whispered, suddenly feeling very horny. "I don't suppose you'd like to go for a quickie somewhere?"

His mouth dropped open.

I sat back up in my chair and crossed my arms under my breasts. "Never mind."

Shon turned around. "Captain Picard, there is a report from the Transporter Room that they are experiencing difficulties and Geordi has requested my help. Permission to leave my station, Sir?"

"Granted," Michael said, still staring at me.

"I'd like to take Counselor Troi with me."

I shot Shon a look. He had told me the only way we were going to get out of here was to convince the Captain to drive us through something-or-other. I knew that I could persuade MichaelD to drive us all the way home or at least I could probably get him alone and let him drive me home.

"Why do you need her?" MichaelD asked Shon. I noticed that neither of them were looking at each other, but at my breasts. I looked down -- I had to admit, they did look pretty good.

"We need someone to test the transporter on."

I smiled and then thought about what he just said. "Hey!"

Shon shot me a look and I pouted, hoping MichaelD would tell him I was much too important to him and Shon should find himself some other guinea pig.

"Okay..." MichaelD said still leering at my breasts. "Just try not to alter anything on her." He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back as I thought about kicking him.

When Shon and I were in the elevator, which he informed me was called a "turbo lift," I asked him what was happening and why we were leaving the Bridge.

"I've been messing with the ship's computer and I need to reprogram something in the transporter room."

"I didn't realize you knew that much about computers."

Shon looked insulted. "I installed Windows '98 myself!"

"My hero," I mumbled, feeling my stomach growl. "I'm hungry, do you think we could order a pizza?"

The doors opened and I followed him. "Just one pizza...pineapple, ham maybe some bacon and a milkshake...I'd kill for a chocolate milkshake right now."

Shon stopped and stared at me. "I'm trying to get us out of here and all you can think about is food?"

Actually, I was still thinking about straddling MichaelD in his Captain's chair, but I didn't mention that. He turned and I followed him, checking out some of the crewmember's butts as they walked by. I was starting to enjoy the uniforms although I was sure silk would be a much better fabric. I wondered if there were dry-cleaners onboard.

I was starting to get used to the automatic doors and walked by a few, waving my arms to set off the motion detectors. Behind me, I left a string of opening and closing doors.

"Stop that!" Shon hissed. "There's Geordi, let's see if he'll let me at the controls."

I followed him into what was apparently the transporter room and ran smack-dab into John A. "Watch where you're going," I grumbled and walked around him. I looked at Shon who was glaring at me. I ignored him and leaned against the wall.

"What's wrong with her this time?" John A. asked.

"I believe it's called PMS," Shon said.

"Doesn't surprise me," John said. "This is interesting, isn't it? The Fantasy Train taking us into outer space, I mean."

Shon and I both stared at him.

"You know who you are?" I asked.

"Of course, how could I forget? I wish I had become someone other than Lieutenant Geordi La Forge though -- I can't see a damn thing with this VISOR stuck on my head."

"Then take it off," I suggested.

"Yeah right, like taking it off is going to..." He pulled off the VISOR and blinked. "Okay, so that's a little better."

"We need your help," Shon said and then he quickly explained what was happening and our plan to get back onto the train. Together they started working on the computer control panel, pushing buttons and not reading the manual -- typical men.

A Klingon woman burst through the door and roared at the top of her lungs. We all froze.

"YOU!" she said, pointing at John.

"Oh God," John whimpered, backing up.

"I thought I told you to stay in that bed!" she roared.

"Isn't that Virago?" I asked Shon and he nodded. We moved against the wall just in case she was about to go postal or something. "And you thought I had PMS," I whispered.

John sighed and surprisingly didn't look too freaked out that a woman was roaring at him. "I needed to walk around a bit."

She growled and moved towards him. "You humans are so weak! I'll give you an hour, and then I want you back in that bed for round six." She grabbed his face and bit his bottom lip, kneed him in the stomach and then stormed back out the door.

John slumped against the wall bent over in pain.

"What the hell was that?" Shon asked.

John looked up and grinned. "I'm her love slave and let me tell you that woman is insatiable! I'm even starting to get used to the biting. I just love aggressive women, but I'm not sure I can take much more of it. I been to Sick Bay nine times with broken bones."

"I see," Shon said. He looked at me oddly and I blinked, wondering if he was dressing me up as a Klingon in his mind. Actually, the thought of kneeing him was slightly appealing.

"Uh, could we just get on with this?" I asked. I was a little annoyed John was getting laid and I wasn't.

"Wouldn't it be cool to beam somewhere?" Shon asked.

"Yeah, like to a pizza place or something," I said.

Shon moved onto the transporter pad and told John A. to transport him to the Bridge -- he thought it would be funny to sneak up on them.

"Are you sure Shon? John A. doesn't exactly look like he knows what he's doing there."

John shot me a look and I stuck out my tongue. I watched as he touched something and then Shon started to disappear. Seconds later he was gone.

"Shit."

"What?"

He looked at me. "I think I was supposed to hit this button first and then slide that thing."

He was as technical as I am. "So where is Shon now?"

"I think he's on the Bridge, I'm just not sure if he made it there in the same form he left in. Damn it, I hope he's okay!"

"Does my ass look big in this?"

He looked down. "No bigger than usual."

I huffed and headed for the door, walking quickly. When we entered to the Bridge I was happy to see Shon in one piece although he looked worried.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

"I don't think so," he said.

"What's wrong?"

"I uh..." He looked embarrassed, so I pressed on.

"What?"

"I uh... I seem to have gained an extra part when I was transported."

"What are you talking about?"

"I just came back from the bathroom and..."

"And what?" I looked down at his crotch.

"I don't know what John did when he transported me but I now have two..."

"Two?"

"Yes."

I gasped. "Two penises?" I said loudly and the Bridge became very quiet. "Do you know what this means?" I whispered.

"Yes, I'm a freak!" he whined.

"No, no..." I said smiling excitedly. "It means you're my threesome fantasy wrapped up in one body!" The thought sent shivers and warm feelings through my body, and I squeezed my thighs together.

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "You MUST concentrate on something besides sex. We need you to distract the Captain so we can turn this thing around and head back into the anomaly."

"Fine!" I said and headed to my seat, wondering if his new part worked. I made a mental note to thank John A. later.

I sat beside MichaelD and smiled sweetly. "As the ship's Counselor, I believe it's my duty to help the crewmembers if they are having personal problems, isn't that right Captain?"

"It sounds possible," he said, staring into my eyes.

"Perhaps we should discuss your problems...in private."

"I have problems? I don't think so, I feel great."

"No you don't."

"I don't? What's wrong with me?"

There was an open-ended question. "When's the last time you had sex?" I asked.

"That's none of your business!"

"See? You're all tense Captain, and a man in your position should be relaxed so he can think clearly."

"You're right," he said. "I am the most important person onboard, and I deserve to have sex!"

Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally I was going to have MichaelD right where I wanted him -- under me. He stood up and told Shon that he had control of the Bridge and then started to leave.

"Where are you going?" I asked, shocked.

"To see Dr. Crusher," he said as he stepped into the turbo lift.

"But...but... I thought we just decided that you needed to have sex and relax!"

"I do!" he said, "Dr. Crusher gives the best blow jobs around." The doors closed and I sighed. I had done all that work on him and now Maria was going to reap the rewards -- like that was fair!

Shon sat down in the Captain's chair. "We should be there in about half an hour." I watched as his hand slid down to his crotch and rubbed absentmindedly.

"Still have two?" I asked.

"Yeah, fuck!"

"Is the new one bigger, harder and faster?" I asked and he glared at me. "Just asking, sheesh!" I said and then started whistling. "Can I see it?"

Shon's mouth fell open and he gulped. "I don't think so."

"Oh come on Shon, I wanna see it before we return to the train and it falls off! It's not fair to tease me with this information and not let me...uh...do some research with the information"

"I can't," he said firmly. "I'm in charge of the ship."

"Come on," I said, leaning over and kissing him softly as my hand ran down his chest. "Just a peek."

"Would you behave?" he hissed.

I continued running my hand down over his chest and stomach. "I can't, I'm Miss Behavin' and I need to live up to the name." I watched his face as my hand slid down further and when he didn't stop me, I rubbed my palm over his crotch. I started stroking him through his pants, feeling him growing hard underneath my palm. "Where's the other one?" I whispered in his ear.

"Keep feeling," he moaned.

I felt around and couldn't find it and then looked at him.

"It's under the original one," he said, pushing his hips up.

I looked around the Bridge and no one was paying attention to us. John A. was playing a video game and laughing hysterically. I always thought he was mildly insane.

I slipped my hand up and then down under Shon's pants, feeling his hot skin beneath my fingertips. His cock was hard when I touched it and he jumped slightly. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked while he started kissing me and fondling my breast.

"Mmmmm yes...." he moaned. His fingers pinched my nipple as I pushed my tongue into his mouth and we kissed harder. I slid my hand down, searching for a second erection but found nothing. "It's there," he said, pushing my head down. "Keep feeling."

I pulled my hand out of his pants and glared at him. "You don't really have two, do you?"

"Uh...oh look there's that darn anomaly we've been looking for."

"Shon!"

"What's going on here?" MichaelD asked as he and Maria came out of the turbo lift. I'm not sure, but I think they were wearing each other's uniforms. Maria had a smug look on her face too, and I wanted to wipe it off.

"We're just experiencing a little turbulence, Sir, there's nothing to worry about," Shon said as he moved out of the Captain's chair and sat beside me.

The lift doors opened and Lee appeared, looking as cranky as ever. He talked briefly to John A. and when he passed by me, I growled at him. Shon elbowed me and I whistled innocently when Lee turned around and glared at me.

"If you were a Klingon woman you'd show more respect!" he spat.

"If I were a Klingon woman, I'd..." Shon clamped his hand over my mouth.

"You might want to take a seat, Worf, I think things are about to get bumpy."

Lee squinted his eyes at me, and then walked away as Shon removed his hand from my mouth.

"Next time you do that, I'm biting you."

"Bite me and you'll find yourself tied to a bed somewhere."

"Promise?" I asked, grinning.

The ship lurched. Through the windows the darkness of the sky faded as we headed into what looked like a big purple cloud.

Homer stumbled in looking totally inebriated and announced that he wanted to be a woman. He waved at us and then passed out on the floor and started snoring. We all looked at him and shrugged.

"Permission to drive into the anomaly and probably kill all of us?" John A. said. I loved his positive attitude.

"Make it so," MichaelD said. He wasn't even paying attention. Maria was on his lap flashing her breasts at him, making lewd comments, and he was drooling all over her.

"Hold on," John A. said just seconds before the ship started to shake. There was a huge clap of what sounded like thunder and then a flash of light. We started spinning and I grabbed Shon. He held me tight, pulling me down to the floor with him. I landed on top of him and he smiled up at me.

"This isn't the time or place for this!" I yelled, trying to make myself heard over thunder.

"My wish is to die smiling!" Shon yelled back.

"If this doesn't kill you, trust me, I will when we get back on the train. That was a mean joke you played on me!"

The ship started spinning faster and Shon hung on to one of the seats while I hung on to him, closing my eyes tight. More thunder, flashes of light and then a familiar deafening bang and then nothing but the sound of my own breathing.

I opened my eyes and everything was dark for a split second and then the sound of the wind. Suddenly everything was really bright -- blinding me. I closed my eyes again, feeling myself falling and then I heard a train whistle and everything was very still.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself straddling Shon's lap, staring at him. He looked like himself again and I looked down and let out a sigh of relief that I was wearing one of my own short dresses. The train was chugging along. Outside the windows showed the promise of a beautiful day, and Shon's hands were on my ass, squeezing gently.

"You know, that was a really mean lie you told me. Getting me all excited thinking you were now dually equipped."

He pulled me close and put his hands on my face before kissing me softly. His thumbs rubbed against my cheeks as he slowly parted his lips and pressed his tongue into my mouth. I moaned, kissing him harder. I held the back of his head and drilled my tongue into his mouth. We kissed hard and passionately until we had to break away to catch our breath.

Shon ran his hands over the front of my dress and then wrapped his arms back around me. "I like this dress better than your uniform," he whispered as he pulled down the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly pulled it over my shoulders and then down my chest. "At least I can figure out how to get you out of it."

Slowly, the material moved down and exposed my breasts, which were cupped snuggly behind a black lace bra. His hand moved onto my breasts and I covered them with mine, looking at him. "You know, I'm still mad at you."

"You're not going to knee me in the stomach, are you?"

"If I was going to knee you, it would be aimed lower."

His hands squeezed. "What if I make it up to you?"

"And how would you do that?" I asked, removing my hands from his.

His fingers slipped between my breasts and undid the clasp on my bra, slowly letting the cups slide over my breasts. He moaned softly, brushing his thumbs over my hard nipples. "It means I'm going to make you prove to me that you're as verbally appreciative as you claim to be."

There was a scream from outside our compartment door and it sounded like Virago. "I said I will NOT bite you now stop following me around!"

I laughed. "So ends John A's sex life."

"That's not nice," Shon said, squeezing my breasts.

"Hey, it's my story and so far it hasn't even been hinted that I get any sex."

"Kind of selfish, don't you think?"

"Are you getting sex in your Fantasy Train story?"

He smiled. "Yeah, a ton of it."

"Then shut up and let's get on with it," I said.

Leaning forward, he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it, flicking at its tip with his tongue. I pulled his head back, my fingers clamped in his hair as I looked down at my nipple stretching, moaning softly. He bit down gently and pulled me against his mouth, sucking hard as his hands moved down my back, over my ass and under my dress. His tongue flicked hard at my swollen nipple and I wiggled against him, pushing down on his hands.

When his fingers slid against my bare pussy, he stopped sucking and looked up at me. "You seem to have lost your panties in outer space."

"You're assuming I was wearing some," I said, pressing down harder on his fingers and rubbing back and forth. My pussy was wet and his fingers slipped between its folds easily. He moaned and took my other nipple in his mouth, gently sawing his teeth back and forth against it, driving me wild.

"Damn it," I moaned, "You're making me forget that I'm mad at you for lying to me."

"Who said I lied?" he asked as he licked between my breasts and rubbed his fingers up and down my slit.

"Admit it," I moaned when he touched my clit.

He smiled and moved his hands up to my hips, pulling me down on his crotch and rubbing mine against his. I was about to protest when I realized I could feel him...everywhere. I blinked and looked at him and he smiled at me.

"It's true?" I gulped, pushing down and grinding against him.

"Well this is the Fantasy Train," he said, pulling my body harder against his.

"It sure beats that Magic School Bus on PBS," I said, and then reached over and closed the compartment door, blocking out the rest of the passengers for the next seventy-two hours.

Shon got half his wish -- he was definitely smiling.

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