"Picking up a chronotron radiation surge captain,... its a Suliban ship bearing 135 mark 17" reported Lt Richards
"Yellow alert, polarize armour. Hoshi try to establish comm.."
"Incoming signal, they want to speak to you captain!"
"Put it on"
The familiar pebble dashed features of the Suliban leader materialized.. usually supremely confident of his superiority, this time he was looking terrified.
"No time for pleasantries, Archer, get to these coordinates fast, before its too late for us all!"
"Sir, picking up....my god!"
"Report! Detail dammit" snapped Archer angrily
"Sorry Captain, Another ship sir, heading this way at..at warp 9.7!, its over a kilometre across at the bow ...its power signature, its like the arctic transport..the cybernoids are back"
"We'll hold them off, Archer..GO before they detect you!" interrupted the Suliban.
Archer took one look at the wall of technology heading toward the two ships, there was something implacable about the way the thing was heading in. This time the cybernetic infection was using its own ship not a boot-strapped cargo vessel. There really was only one choice.
"Get us out of here, maximum warp"
"You said it Jon, ahm way ahead of you!" replied Trip Tucker the ship's Chief Engineer
Enterprise leapt away. The gigantic cube shaped vessel continued on its course pursuing the retreating Suliban.
* * *
Somewhere in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud
Wes worked on the his weights, building on his already impressive physique. There had been a time when physical exercise wouldn't have interested him, but that had been before he'd learned to teleport intergalactic distances. Teleporting put a terrible strain on a person, you had to be pretty damn fit to survive. After a while he'd come to enjoy working out for its own sake.
..and some of the better built gym-boids had.. other ..things that interested him
The Traveller hesitated in his own exercise routine and turned to his young companion.
"Do you feel it?" asked the bald alien referring to the fluctuation in the timestream
"Yes"
"You should go"
"Of course"
Reality wrapped around Wes and he stepped through.
* * *
Bath University 2002AD
Adam watched with interest as a guy walked down the middle of the road as if totally unaware of the cars that were blaring their horns at him. As a keen cyclist the sight of cars reduced to a crawl was enough to cause a wide grin.
Cycling past the traffic jam he pulled up alongside the guy. He was oddly dressed, A skin tight maroon shirt, trousers with many large bulging pockets, a calf length bush coat and what appeared to be high tech Ski boots. He was lean and muscular, looking like he'd spent quite a bit of time outside, and the rest of his time in the gym. Exactly the sort of look Adam liked.
"Hey mate! I think the cars want to get past" he said
"Oh? Sorry! I thought that was just engine noise." said the guy, glancing around "I'm not used to ground vehicles"
"Well perhaps its better if you walk on the grass so that they can get past. I'm Adam Kirk, by the way." he said offering his hand.
"Kirk?" said the guy, his eyes narrowing as if the surname had some significance...and then smiled broadly "I'm Wes Crusher, pleased to meet you. Listen Adam, if you notice anything weird going on can you let me know?"
"Weird? Like the fact that your walking down the middle of a busy road holding up traffic?" Adam asked with a crooked grin.
"No..It would be considerably weirder than that. Here you can borrow this...uhm..this mobile phone...keep in touch ok" Wes rummaged through his pockets handing over a flip-top mobile of an unusually chunky design.
"Uhm thanks, I guess" replied Adam looking at the sharply angular phone with puzzlement.
"Klingon tech I'm afraid, ugly as sin but very robust." commented Wes
"Klingon? What are they, a Korean company? Uh what's your number?"
"Korean? Yes Korean, my number's in the favourites memory just hit the button to get me." explained Wes
Adam looked at Wes trying to get a handle on what was going on. Wes was a real hunk, muscular, hansom, and judging by the tight fit of the trousers impressively hung. If this was a pick up line it was an intriguing one. Adam decided to play along, and see if it led anywhere interesting.
"Sure will do. Say, would you like to meet up later, have a beer."
"Thanks, I'd enjoy that." replied Wes flashing a dazzling smile.
Something in one of the bush coat pockets began to bleep. After a small amount of pocket searching Wes pulled out a palm-top PC and waved it around as if trying to find a direction.
"Ah hah! The game's afoot" exclaimed Wes "I've got to be going. I look forward to that drink...later."
Adam Kirk watched bemused as his new friend headed across country vaulting a garden fence and disappearing from sight.
* * *
Borg. After some consideration they had chosen to call themselves Borg, a merging of the names Becky and Morgan, to signify their new shared consciousness.
Borg went to class as normal, they sat next to one another, hand in hand. They found the lesson incredibly easy. Being together was giving them unexpected bonuses as they called upon each others knowledge to answer the questions.
Once the questions were complete Borg set about planning their next move, it was blindingly obvious to them that their friends would enjoy this wonderful sharing they had discovered. The thought of sharing with others was so erotic that they had to excuse themselves in order to make out quickly in a store cupboard.
* * *
The mind numbing final lecture of the day was over and the students shuffled slowly, exhaustedly out of Prof Barclay's class.
Kev watched Becks and Morgan exit hand in hand and nudged Adam.
"Must be love, first date last night, and now they're inseparable"
"Yeah its like the rest of the universe doesn't exist as far as they are concerned." replied Adam
"Hah, Mikey from Theoretical Physics says they spent an hour in the chemical storeroom..and they weren't looking for copper sulphate." Added Jim
"Lucky bastard"
"Did you notice that weird eyebrow thing? Is that some sort of fashion? Techno-eyebrows?"
"Guess so, looked good on her, that's for sure"
"Man, Becks could wear anything and still look good."
"point taken"
"Well I gotta go man, got a sort-of-date tonight" said Adam
"Who is she? Anyone we know?"
"Don't think so" replied Adam, happy that his sexual preferences were still secret.
* * *
Kev opened the apartment door; he could here the soft sounds of someone inside.
"Hey Morgan. I hear you got lucky last night"
"Yes, he did." said a soft feminine voice
It was Becks, naked, stark naked, nipples bullet hard, perfect tan, shaved pussy.
Kev couldn't believe it.
"We discovered something special last night, and we want to share it with you" said Becks stalking forward toward him
This was totally beyond anything Kev had ever encountered outside of a porn movie, unsure, he backed away until the wall stopped him.
Becks moved forward until her breasts pushed gently against him and her pussy rubbed against his constrained cock.
"You're going to love this" she said reassuringly
Then there was a sound, metallic like a sword being unsheathed. Two points of pain seared his neck, next came the sensation like ice being poured into his veins.
Becks retracted her talons from his neck and examined them before licking the mercury coloured drop of cum that had formed at the tip of each.
"Awesome! We've evolved! We both have sexy steel talons now. Ooh that tastes good!"
He should move, run. This was wrong, girls didn't have venomous talons. But he couldn't move, didn't want to, everything seemed wrapped in cotton wool. Becks took his hand guiding him toward his bedroom.
Morgan was waiting, equally naked, 7" cock standing to attention, the veins on his cock like a metal scaffolding.
Becks stopped and Morgan joined her, deftly stripping away his clothes. Kev wanted to scream but from somewhere a feeling of anticipation was building in him.
"Relax Kev this will be the best sex of your life." they said at the same time, oddly there was a third voice inside his head saying the same thing.
Taking a hand each they guided his compliant body onto the bed laying him on his side.
Becks led down in front of him, her cunt positioned so that his cock just touched the lips, from behind he could feel Morgan's cock resting between his arse cheeks without penetrating.
They seemed to pause waiting for something.
And then the knowledge of exactly how to pleasure them was laid out before him, if he touched Becks just so, it would give her incredible pleasure and if Morg in turn touched his nipples he would be close to cumming.
Morgan's hand brushed his nipple in exactly the right way.
Kev gasped in pleasure, the flow of information was intense now, he moved as instructed feeding off the pleasure he caused and received.
Kev felt Morgan of Borg's cock penetrate him at the same instant that he shot his own load into Becks of Borg's cunt. Kev stopped resisting..and then Borg climaxed again two cocks and a clitoris, three as one.
The three Borg fucked four more times before resting, sweaty limbs lovingly entangled as their minds adjusted, adding Kev of Borg's best traights to their collective personality. Feeling lustful anticipation of their newest part longed for talons of his own.
* * *
CX-01 Enterprise, Planet of the Guardian of Forever
The shuttlepod was parked in the ruins of an ancient civilization next to a large rocky donut like portal
"It appears to be projecting images at an extremely high rate. It is focused upon Earth" informed Hoshi
"Earth's past by the look of it Captain, I recognize some of these vehicle types, late 20th century is my guess." said Trip looking over her shoulder.
"Why would the Suliban show us this? What do they gain? They'd normally try to kill us rather than reveal this technology" puzzled Captain Archer
"Ahm..Ahm feeling kind o' strange Jon" said Trip staggering drunkenly.
Hoshi turned her scanner toward the Engineer "Chronotron radiation surge, someone's tampering with the timeline."
Trip's colour began to drain away, his uniform fading away as well, revealing a physique that was already morphing into muscular perfection, shaved cock already fully erect.
Suddenly Trip's hand lashed out grabbing the unwary Hoshi.
" Don't worry Individual, You're really going to enjoy this."
Twin talons shot into her neck simultaneously Trip's cock jetted cum that splattered onto his new six-pack, glistening metallically as it trickled down. Pulling the communication officer after him Trip Tucker dived through the time portal.
* * *
USS Voyager, Delta Quadrant 2354AD
The Bridge crew sat around the conference table in glum silence.
A holo-projection of a pair of Borg drones rotated in front of them, one male, one female. They were strikingly different from the usual armoured drones. These were much less technological with what there was of it designed to look more like jewellery than functional equipment or weapons. The male's equipment arm was flesh-toned and was sculpted to resemble a penis, both appeared sexually aroused.
"I am afraid captain that you are all at risk." said the Doctor in the cheerful tone that he tended to adopt when faced with a really interesting medical dilemma.
"As a crewman's ancestors become Borg it is feeding back up the timestream altering their descendant. There is no telling who will be next and no warning symptoms. So far only humans have been afflicted leading me to conclude that the Borg infestation has not left Earth."
"There is something I wish to add Captain" said 7 of 9
"Go ahead 7 of 9"
"These Borg belong to a completely different collective. Their combined personality is totally unlike that of the collective we are familiar with." replied 7 of 9 her voice dripping with contempt
"You're not kidding, Ensign Lee tried to persuade me to have sex before she tried to assimilate me!" said Lt Paris earning a glare from his wife.
"Doctor?"
"7 is correct, I would characterize this new collective persona as "Teenaged human"...that is to say, unpredictable, alternately belligerent and compassionate, sulky,utterly obsessed with sex...and...
The Doctor hesitated before continuing "... they appear to have assimilated certain Erosian genes, the ones related to pheromone production "
"I wonder what's worse for the galaxy, a megalomanic collective intent on conquest or one determined that everyone have a really good time." said Janeway
"Either way we've got to stop them and there's only one way to do that. It's going to be highly risky and its going to leave us without a medical officer."
"It is?" said the Doctor nervously.
"We've set up a data-link to Project Guardian, a high security Federation research station, they have a replicated mobile emitter for your use. The Research station is built around a damaged time portal, you will use that to get to the source of the infestation, once there you will have to recreate your anti-serum using the technology of the day."
"Sounds simple enough" replied the Doctor in the cuttingly sarcastic voice that was his trademark. "When do I start?"
"Given the circumstances as soon as possible." replied Janeway
* * *
Bath University Campus, 2002AD
Adam kissed Wes gently on the cheek, brushing the hair from the sleeping hunk's eyes.
Wes groaned in his sleep
"Wake up Wes, I gotta go to university"
"Ohh ...my .. Head what was that stuff Romulan Ale?"
"A pint and a half of Strongbow Cider, you're not used to alcohol are you lover."
"Alc?...oh" said Wes beginning to rise from their bed only to flop back groaning.
"How much do you remember?" asked Adam mischievously. After the first half pint Wes had managed to lose all his inhibitions and they'd danced close and dirty.
After the second half pint he'd gotten chatty telling some seriously bizarre sci-fi stories, mixed in with assurances of his undying love for Adam...in a loud voice that had allowed the whole pub to know Adam had pulled.
The third half pint had finished him. Not knowing where Wes lived and finding no wallet, he'd decided to take his newly unconscious friend home to bed
During the night the sleeping Wes had snuggled close...and that had suited Adam just fine.
"Ooh" groaned Wes remembering "I talked about Enterprise-D didn't I. Damn I shouldn't have done that"
Adam was puzzled, he'd imagined Wes might get embarrassed about their passionate nearly naked dancing or waking up in someone else's bed, not the sci-fi stuff.
Wes stumbled to his feet, balancing one hand against the wall. Finding his pocket filled coat thrown over a chair he searched several pockets until he found what looked like a hands-free set
"I..I was meaning to show you this last night...it's a VR headset"
"Thanks" said Adam putting the headset on what's it programmed to do?
"Its a game, you concentrate on the disks and use your eye movements to guide them into the tubes..to get a reward."
Adam did as instructed marvelling at the incredible 3D graphics, guiding the disk with his eyes was easy...and then he scored, a warm tingle shot down his spine like a gentle caress.
Wes waited a few moments and then took out a medical hypo-spray, inserted a canister of De-tox and injected himself, dispelling the hangover. He hated the need to use the VR-headset, it was a dangerously addictive hypnogenic weapon, but history had to be protected.
"I'm really sorry Adam, you don't deserve this. I want you to listen closely to my voice, listen only to my voice, can you do that?"
Slowly Adam nodded not wishing to be distracted from The Game.
"I want you to create a special empty space in your mind, I want you to put anything odd I said to you last night in that space. Have you done that?"
Adam nodded
"Good boy Adam, If I ever say "The Game" you will remember how you feel right now and place any memory I tell you into that empty space. When I say "Game Over" that space will go away and you will forget. Do you understand?
Nod.
"Good boy Adam, I want you to trust me Adam, whatever happens, you feel certain that I have good logical reasons for doing things. But you aren't interested in what those reasons are, it's enough merely to know it's important to me."
Adam frowned, then nodded again once he'd unraveled the complex instruction
Wes hesitated debating with his conscience "Oh one last thing, I want you to tell me the truth. I half-remember we had a good time last night. What is your opinion of me?"
"I think you look gorgeous, you are mysterious and friendly at the same time, I think you are lonely and need someone, like me, to be your lover .....and I trust you completely."
Wes blushed ashamed of himself "Ok, when I say "now" I want you to take off The Game and have no further interest in playing it unless I suggest it. At the same time you will forget the question I just asked...Now."
Adam pulled off the headset. "Not bad but there's only three levels, gets a bit boring once you know the moves. Is it a prototype?"
"Yes, that's it exactly. A prototype."
Wes took Adam's hand and pulled him up from the bed
"We had a really good time last night Adam and I'd love to take things further.... But I'm here for a reason and I daren't take time out, not yet, not until I've figured out what's wrong in this city."
Adam felt a wild joy surge within him, Wes was hooked, all he had to do was get rid of the distractions.
"Is there anything I can help with? I know this city, I can be your guide. If you want."
"Remember I asked you to look for something odd. Someone's doing something... Out of place... I don't know what or who, but they are doing it somewhere in this city. I have to find them and stop them." explained Wes
"I'll see if my friends have seen anything" replied Adam kissing Wes on the lips.
The kiss lasted.
Finally Wes pulled away and began dressing, pulling on his pants and great coat, the shirt got stuffed in a pocket, it was a hot day and he could tell that Adam was enjoying looking at his ripped torso.
* * *
The Borg figured that nobody would miss them at class that day and concentrated instead on fucking each other. The one of them not directly involved did chores around the apartment getting his or her pleasure through their mental link.
Suddenly The Borg sensed something different, a part of themselves that they had not personally seduced. For an instant there was a belief that this new part was some un-remembered ancestor. The exchange of memories soon dispelled that theory.
Trip of Borg had found himself alone surrounded by Individuals; instinctively he had grabbed the nearest one sending his cum surging into her bloodstream. There had been a temporal portal nearby, he had sensed Borg on the other side and taken his newbie to join with them.
The Borg marvelled at the miracle of it, the Trip Borg was their direct descendant. They knew things now, a 150 years of future history mapping out an age of love that had grown to embrace the entire planet,...even better they had a newbie to nurture and experience.
Hoshi followed Trip. He had hurt her, made her feel odd, bottled in, wrapped in cotton wool and yet the only brightness in the universe was Trip. She could sense his mind, he was communicating with someone.
Communication was her passion, her specialty, all she needed to do was learn this new language and make her distress known.
They walked across a grassy park, getting odd looks from the archaically dressed residents, a mother hiding a young child's eyes, teenage girls giggling and pointing at Trip's nakedness.
Trip seemed to know where he was going, taking a direct line path toward an apartment building.
Trips deliciously pale butt fascinated her for a while; it needed a cock thrusting into it... Where did THAT thought come from??
Communication by thought...of course!...there was no way to disentangle conscious and sub-conscious thoughts, they had to be transmitting everything. The emotional content normally conveyed by tone of voice would be integral part of the message!
They mounted the stairs headed for the fifth floor. I must be missing something she thought, frustrated. How did I know we were going to the fifth floor? And that gay desire why did I experience that?...we're linked, I just have to figure out how to talk back.
They were close now, < SOON>, at last communication! But not the sending and receiving of a message... it was a sharing of a message.
To understand the message you had to be one with the message, it would only work if the minds thought the same thing at the same time.
They were in the apartment now, the others were here. They were young, no more than 20 years, two males, one brown haired, and the other red haired. Brown hair was tanned, red head was tanned on one side but a lovely grey everywhere else, half painted she realized.
The third was a blonde girl about the same height as Hoshi but with delightfully perky breasts (that would be best stimulated by a nibbling tongue).
They were waiting for something. Communication... to share a message, but what message? Something simple..(mouth watering)..
They moved to her unzipping her coverall. They were naked, she should be naked also, to share the message she had to be like them, think like them.
She undid her own bra, they seemed to know that she would do so and their hands moved to assist with other garments, the girl rolling her panties down, the two boys unlacing her boots.
She was close to a solution now she could feel it, come on Hoshi, it can't be that difficult. Those lovely boys standing there, cocks ready.
And then she had it, the Rosetta stone of communication with them. Start with the most basic message of all, a primal message, one that all creatures understand and could share, the desire to mate.
How dense she'd been! They'd given enough clues..and those cocks really did look exceptional. Stupid girl! stop analyzing and start communicating.
Hoshi began thinking of which cock was most desirable and suddenly she was in!
The knowledge of how best to stimulate them was laid out before her. A ballet of body movements that would result in five simultaneous orgasms and grant her the ability to share messages with Borg.
Hoshi caressed the two cocks in front of her, the girl going down to her pussy and Trip moving into position behind her...
Their newbie was special, she had nearly managed to evolve into them even without the sex, that didn't stop them of course, a good mind blowing orgasm was Borg's gift to their newest facet.
The Borg smiled to themselves, the smile originated in their newbie, eager to try out the talons that were even now growing in her fore-arms, in only 3.5 hours she would be ready to teach some lucky person the Borg language.