<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.