"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked the Doctor "Please state the nature of the medical emergency? Anyone?"
He had just finished downloading into the mobile emitter, a tedious process that had taken nearly an hour during which he'd been "asleep"
The absence of any welcoming party was worrying. Slowly he made his way toward the corridor, it was darkened, battle damaged grilles dangled next to shattered Lighting components.
There was a body, wearing Starfleet uniform. The Doctor's primary programming took charge and he went to assist.
The man had been infected, two gunmetal grey wounds in his neck, he'd managed to get a hand onto his stiff cock before going dormant.
"Not good" said the Doctor to himself.
If the Borg had not gotten around to completing this one's assimilation it must mean that they had a backlog of infected crew to fuck. At least they were neo-Borg and were more interested in a good orgy than the rapid assimilation.
He peeped around a corner, the entry to the holodeck was ahead, a queue of crew beings waited patiently. Three full Borg were at the head of the queue stripping off uniforms and placing immobilized hands around stiff cocks or in damp pussies. The soon-to-be-Borg at the very front of the line masturbated slowly, mindlessly.
Two female neo-Borg walked past his hiding spot, hand in hand, heads turned toward each other so that they could look at each other's beauty. A few seconds later they were followed by a pair of male Borg also hand in hand with the same blissful expression. Fortunately these neo-Borg were at least as self absorbed as the original collective.
The Doctor slipped along the corridor and out onto the surface, the research base consisted of pre-fabricated modules deposited in a rough circle around the Guardian of Forever Time Portal.
There were a number of naked neo-Borg led out on the sun baked surfaces having sex in small clusters or sunbathing. Fortunately none of them seemed interested in the Time Portal.
He walked unopposed to the Guardian of Forever and touched its flickering surface....
* * *
Bath University,
Morgan of Borg pulled back the curtain, there was not a cloud in the summer sky, and the early fog was already burning away. Ideal beach weather. They could swim, have a game of footy,
check out the local talent and maybe find someone for Hoshi of Borg to try her virgin talons on.
And besides, their university studies were much less critical now. If they needed to know something, there were much quicker, more enjoyable, ways to find it out.
The nudist beach at Studland would be ideal...and if they went by train...they licked their lips in anticipation.
* * *
Adam was missing Wes. They'd only spent one night dancing and but it was like he'd found a soul-mate, someone he could trust totally and utterly. Not like the usual one nighter, already looking for a new ride before he got out the door.
Across the campus a balding man was skulking, waving a PDA around. The man seemed to flicker slightly like a badly projected image.
Adam smiled, at last something weird he could report to Wes and once Wes turned up he could tag along and continue his seduction of the mysterious hunk.
Taking out the mobile he flipped it open and pressed the button
"Wes? Does an old guy who flickers when you look at him count as weird?"
"Definitely. Can you describe him?"
"He's an old guy wearing a red and black collarless shirt."
"Ok I'll be right there"
The Doctor studied the monitor, the Borg energy signature was heading south toward the railway station. That was just great, now he'd have to catch up fast or be forced to find transport...and just to make things worse the Holo-emitter had picked up a flutter that caused people to look at him oddly.
Adam felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to greet Wes with a kiss that could easily have turned deep and passionate. Wes must have been within a few feet when he made the call to get here so fast.
"Where?"
"Over there, heading down Marchant's Passage." he replied indicating the boxy concrete shopping arcade.
Wes flipped open his PDA and pointed it at the man.
"No lifesigns, chronotron radiation, I think you just found the source of the problem." smiled Wes snapping the device shut "lets see where he goes"
"Radiation?" asked Adam uneasily
"Trust me you don't want to know"
"Oh?..ok" replied Adam putting it out of his mind.
Ahead of them the bald headed man had increased his pace, crossing through the bus station and on into the stone edifice that was the railway station.
"Looks like He's taking a train" observed Adam
"Damn!, we mustn't lose him now.!" exclaimed Wes breaking into a run.
Reaching the station there was a hesitation, Wes's PDA indicating up the stairs to the southbound platform. As they reached the head of the stairs they saw the balding man leap onto the middle coach of a three-coach sprinter train, the doors closing after him.
Their run ended on the edge of the platform, the train engines roared and the last coach passed slowly, gradually picking up speed.
Wes looked on in shock; the group of passengers at the back of the last carriage had been Borg! And one of them had waved at him!
"Looks like the guys are going to the beach" commented Adam
Wes turned slowly to his lover, eyes wide "you..know..them?!"
"Yeah, they're in my class at University"
Wes watched the train retreat, his mind in turmoil, he'd expected to face a single agent tampering with the past, instead it was the Borg, they were already spreading, and it was almost certainly too late....unless.
His eyes narrowed...that friendly wave...utterly unlike the dreaded Borg of his own era. Perhaps it was not too late after all. The future had already shifted, he could sense it, but he might still be able to influence the Borg's developing persona.
* * *
Wessex Trains 8:30 to Portsmouth
Toby sat near the end of the nearly empty carriage, aside from the large group at the other end there were only three other passengers.
The group at the far end were trouble, as an experienced rail traveller he could tell.
They split up, moving down the carriage each sitting next to selected passengers..they ignored an old businessman, an Asian girl in a thong bikini slipping into the seat next to him
"Hi, can we sit here?"
"Sure"
He looked at her, admiring her obvious assets, like the rest of her group she wore some sort of techno-jewelry over her left eyebrow.
"What do you think of sex?"
"I beg your pardon"
"If you were offered sex so mind-blowing that it was a life altering experience would you do it?"
Toby frowned not sure where this was going, was this a pick up line or a survey of public opinion?
"Well I suppose I'd have to consider it if the person offering were a beautiful girl in a bikini" he replied in a joking voice
"Good" she replied
<snikt>
Toby looked down in surprise. She'd moved around so that her body blocked any view of what she had just done. Two needle-like talons had appeared between her knuckles and penetrated his crotch, one into each testicle.
He inhaled ready to scream, but didn't make a sound; the girl using her finger to close his open mouth.
She pulled his cock out of his pants, as he watched the veins on his erection turned grey and then metallic as alloy tubing efficiently replaced blood vessel.
"Don't worry, I will save you!"
A bald guy was coming towards them he had something in his hand, a weapon?
Whatever it was hissed against the girl's skin causing her to cry out in pain. All down the carriage heads snapped up suddenly alert to danger.
"Get into the other carriage, I will hold them back." Instructed the bald guy
Toby moved to comply.
The Doctor aimed his hypo-spray at the Borg as if it were a phaser. Jumping right into a carriage full of Borg had not really been the best plan ever devised, unfortunately his core programming demanded that he intervene to prevent an infection.
The Borg looked at their opponent with more than a little irritation. Not only had the bald man interrupted them while they were having sex he'd somehow weakened their link to Hoshi of Borg. Hoshi of Borg would need a fresh fucking to restore her nanobot levels.
"Why did you attack us?" they asked in unison, a chorus of nine voices. "we never did nothing to you!"
"Yes..well umm, your infected with Borg nanobots, I've been sent to cure you before it becomes an epidemic" replied the Doctor trying hard to sound tough and heroic..although he suspected he sounded ironic and apologetic.
The Borg felt a small doubt, were they doing the right thing? But it was a small doubt and they could feel their immune system adapting, neutralising whatever the man had injected.
"Leave us alone or we will be forced to disarm you." they said in chorus
Toby looked at his right arm, it was sore, it felt as if the chill icy sensation that had spread out from his balls had all flowed into his arm.
The sensations changed edging toward pleasure, his arm feeling like an engorged cock. Suddenly the arm straightened all on its own and held itself horizontal, his hand forming a fist aimed at the old man's back.
Toby wanted to cry out a warning, but the others fixed their attention on him for a second and his mouth snapped shut.
"Don't say we didn't warn you"
Toby felt something in his arm slide forward, a sensation so erotic that he almost came, and then they were out, two oil slick talons punching into the man, cum flowing out of them...his own cock spraying in unison.
The Doctor felt the impact, his image beginning to flutter as the Borg cum invaded the holo-emitter's circuitry.
"Oh!" he said in surprise before vanishing, the holo-emitter clattering to the floor
"What's happening to me?! Gasped Toby finally able to speak
"We are sorry, this moment should be special for you. But we were forced to concentrate on accelerating your arm's evolution."
"That bald guy? Did, did I kill him?"
"No, he was never human, like you he is now in transition." the gang replied
"Evolving? Transition?" asked Toby confused
"Your becoming one of us. Touch your talon"
Toby did as he was told and gasped in pleasure, it was as if the metal were a part of him, an incredibly erogenous part. Gently he ran his finger along the smooth talon savouring the sensations.
"When you have finished evolving you will have another pair in your left arm just like them. You will be able to inject your cum at will, pretty cool huh?" they said
"...pretty cool huh?" Toby said echoing, his mind lost in a talon cum fantasy
"We can accelerate the process, make it happen faster all you have to do is ask" said Borg
"Yesss" hissed Toby still enraptured
Never one to pass up a good fuck The Borg closed in, being closest the Hoshi of Borg removed her bikini thong, raising herself up on tip-toe so as to sink her pussy onto Toby's already transformed cock.
"Get ready" they said
<snikt> <snikt> <snikt>
Her talons poured cum into each side of his neck, his own talons reacting, piercing into her breast, pouring cum into her.
They stood together exchanging fluid until Toby's personality had been fully integrated.
Two stops later the Doctor rematerialized.
"Please state the nature of the sexual emergency?...that's not right" said the Doctor looking down at his body, swimmers physique and shoulder length hair "I appear to be wearing Travis Flimmel's body - re-booting"
The hologram vanished materializing again a few seconds later.
"Hey, what's the fucking crisis?" said the Doctor fondling his 36D breasts, the reflection in the carriage window showed a performer identified as Britney Speers "No that's not right either - rebooting"
The hologram materialized for the third and final time this time as Travis and Britney, bodies holding hands so that the image maintained continuity
"We are Borg." said the combined image.
* * *
Bath Railway Station
Wes looked at the departing train and then at Adam. He could feel the timeline changing, it would soon catch up with him. There was something he could do, but first there was Adam.
"If your friends are going to the beach on that train which beach are they going too?" asked Wes
"Studland nudist beach, no question"
"How long is the journey?"
"About two hours"
"Hold my hand Adam, this will seem a little weird"
Adam felt reality slip sideways, suddenly there was sand under his feet and the gentle sound of waves.
"This...this is Studland!" he exclaimed
"Yes it is..no time to explain. Here put The Game on for a moment." said Wes pulling out the headset.
Adam relaxed into the pleasant numbness of VR game.
"It is your strongest belief that there can be no more than 100 minds in any Borg collective...if it gets bigger than that it collapses. You believe that the true role of the Borg is to form a Starfleet to protect humanity. All new Borg should wear The Game once and have this message repeated to them. In a moment you will put The Game on me and you will tell me exactly the same thing I have told you."
Adam did as he was instructed, removing The Game from Wes's eyes once he had finished.
Wes discarded his heavy coat revealing the toned athlete's musculature that had taken so much effort to achieve.
"We have little time Adam, I'd like to make love to you, whilst we are still us."
Adam didn't understand, but that hardly mattered, Wes was up for it right here, right now. He grabbed Wes by the nipples and pulled him into a close embrace.
* * *
Poole Rail Station (near Studland)
The Borg had gotten lucky, six busty young girls had occupied the other carriage, they had required only minimal persuasion to join the fun. There had not been time to fully seduce them on the train so they now followed obediently behind, as did the old business executive and the conductor who had both seen too much.
The Borg had been feeling pretty good about themselves, the only real worry was the information contained in the Holo-Borg, it's memories told of the other Borg, Morgan's of Borg's mother. It was really unsettling to have a frigid, power mad, dominatrix as a mom.
Well momma Borg could stay the hell away from this quadrant they decided, their collective teenage bravado coming to the fore.
The data on Erosian Pheromones was fascinating however, once they had the equipment they'd upgrade their genes for sure. Increased sexual stamina and irresistibility were exactly what they'd always dreamed of.
Kev of Borg spotted a girl who's physique would have qualified her for a career in modelling. A couple of them quickly walked over to see if the babe wanted to join with them.
They felt the pain of the slap as the girl stormed off head held high. Even the best chat up lines failed occasionally ..ah well, her loss.
Suddenly The Borg became aware that they had gained another two personas and turned their attention to focus on these latest timelost additions.
On the beach, Adam of Borg suddenly felt a desire to play "The Game" that they had in one of their pockets
These two were gay and that made a nice addition to The Borg making them more balanced in their desires. The Borg relived the last moments of individuality that the two had had...
... Wes thrusting into Adam, his cock moving like a piston, desperate to cum before the changing timeline caught up with him. It was a race, biology vs temporal physics.
Adam was caught off guard he'd not anticipated how horny Wes was. Not that he minded, this wild frenzied passion was its own reward. Who gave a fuck if anyone saw!
Suddenly Wes was cumming and it was ice cold unlike any cum Adam had ever had inside him.
Adam looked at his abdomen it was changing colour becoming grey, and the same thing was happening to Wes only the change was going faster in him.
Gently Wes of Borg placed his fists against Adam's neck. "we will be together now" he assured "forever"
<snikt>
* * *
USS Voyager, Delta Quadrant
A flash of light blasted the bridge revealing the distinctive form of the Q
"Red Alert! Security to the bridge" snapped Chakotay
A few moments later Janeway, 7 of 9 and Tuvok piled out of the turbo lift
"Q!...as if we didn't have enough problems" snarled Janeway
Q smiled and conjured up an armchair and a box of popcorn "Don't mind me Captain, I'm just here to watch the show"
Janeway felt the brush of air against her naked breasts "What are you doing!"
"Actually I've been holding back the adjustment to the timestream. Surely you understood? changes to the past effect all of the future instantaneously not just individuals" said the Q taking a handful of popcorn.
Janeway moved next to Chacotay putting her hand on his naked shoulder "I presume that's about to change?"
"Look around you my dear Katherine" replied the Q
Janeway scanned the bridge everything seemed normal, the naked crew's cock's and nipples stood at attention as was proper. There was hardly any masturbation going on..discipline was good.
"Everything seems normal to us Q. We suggest that you get the hell off our ship" said Voyager their voices speaking in unison
Q smiled enigmatically, and then faded his Cheshire cat smile the last thing to leave.
With the emergency past, Voyager returned their thoughts to the matter in hand, the coming of age assimilation of Naomi Wildman.
Once Voyager no longer had a child-individual aboard to protect they could set about their primary mission, securing an entry to unimatrix #001 for the ambassador. Voyager rubbed their cocks/cunts in anticipation.
* * *
Unimatrx #001, Delta Quadrant
Alarm spread through the collective, something was wrong, the number of drones near docking bay #33514 was reducing, whole sectors of the unimatrix becoming in-accessible.
The Borg queen detached herself from her throne wriggling her spine into her mobile body. Reduced functionality within the unimatrix was unacceptable.
Tracking the dysfunction's spread showed that whatever was invading, it was following a least time path to the central nexus.
All around the walls of the chamber the guard drones activated, stepping down from their alcoves. Heavily modified, both their arms replaced with multiple weapons ports these were the last defense.
The door opened revealing ten Starfleet Borg wearing short maroon or gold sleeveless halter's, black thong panties and thigh length boots. Each with a gleaming gold inverted-V comm bonded to their right arms.
The guard Borg opened fire with cutter beams only to have their shots deflected by forcefields long since adapted to Borg technology.
"Janeway!" hissed the Borg queen in rage and shock
"We are here to initiate contact" said Janeway of Voyager "attempt no violence, ...resistance is futile...after all."
A temporal rift began to form, the Borg Queen sensed her opportunity, and whatever was about to appear would be the target of the drones combined fire.
Two Borg appeared one holding tightly to the other.
The Voyager Borg got down on one knee their heads bowed
"Wesley Crusher .....and 1 of 1" exclaimed the Borg Queen, suddenly understanding. This was not defeat it was final victory!
"You have fulfilled your function 1 of 1" she congratulated "the Alpha quadrant is finally ready for assimilation! Prepare to merge"
"So that's our real name is it?" said the teenaged Borg folding his arms across his naked chest and ignoring the order.
The Borg that had been Wesley Crusher occupied himself tweaking 1 of 1's nipples and running his hands over his muscles.
The Borg Queen frowned at the Borg Prince. As a Prince Drone 1 of 1 had a high degree of command independence built in, that did not however mean he could ignore the Will of the collective.
"We prefer to think of ourself as Morgan of Borg. Say, your better looking than we remember." said 1 of 1
"You will merge now, 1 of 1" the Borg Queen instructed imperiously
"Your not the boss of us! You gave up any right to give orders when you abandoned us on Earth." replied 1 of 1 angrily "And another thing! Have you any idea how difficult it is to get a good fuck when half the races we encounter think we're you!"
The Borg Queen's eyebrow raised fractionally at the outburst. Clearly 1 of 1 had become contaminated by his childhood amongst the humans.
"You are a drone of the collective, you will complete your assigned task and merge your mind with ours."
"No, we will not."
The Borg Queen took a step forward threateningly. Instantly the Voyager Borg were back on their feet putting themself between Queen and Prince.
"Back off Voyager, I know you want to protect us, but it's un-necessary" said 1 of 1 walking in front of his protectors, bear feet padding against hard metal.
"You didn't think we'd come here without taking precautions?" said 1 of 1
The Queen Borg smiled, the renegade was within range now. Lifting her hand she formed a fist, sending her talons surging forward only to be stopped by a forceshield. Her quicksilver cum slithering toward the floor."
"Our turn" smiled 1 of 1 conversationally "while you've been specializing in techno stuff, we've been out there getting to know people. The Erosians for example, masters of the pheromone.. Now that was an assimilation party to remember. Do I look hot you think?"
The Borg Queen looked down at 1 of 1, confused by the renegade's rambling. In purely biological terms he was indeed optimal, he lacked almost all the upgrades that would make him fully functional, but aside from that ...very very optimal, and appeared to be sweating excessively.
"All this galactic conquest shit, is distracting you mom, know what we think? We think you haven't had a man in so long you've forgotten how good it feels."
The Borg Queen felt confused, something wasn't right. The Prince Drone was correct, procreation was not a command function, never had been. The way the sweat glistened on his pectoral musculature attracted her attention, a single drop of moisture rolled slowly down onto his abdominal muscle array.
The shared voice in her head was receding as she focused her attention on the single droplet that was now nestled in the groove between abdomen and penis. Her body was feeling very strange, hot and moist inside.
"After a short time of exposure most guys n girls revert to a primal state, the best bit is the Erosian pheromone is viral, before long they get slick with sweaty pheromones of their own. By then of course sex is inevitable"
She couldn't hear any of her drones any more, they were still there, it was just that she wasn't listening. Her entire attention was focused on the male in front of her. She wanted, In all her years she had never been denied. Wanting and getting were the same thing.
Her metal-laced fingers grabbed 1 of 1's hair pulling the smaller male close.
Sweat slicked breast slid against slippery pectoral muscle. She would take her pleasure and then assimilate him afterwards.
They moved against one another lubricated by the pheromonal perspiration. Roughly grabbing his erect penis she guided it into its new home.
A sting of pain, her virginity lost. The pain was irrelevant. Why had she not been allowed this pleasure?
Another sting this time in her buttocks...where his hands had pulled her fully onto his cock....NO!
For a brief instant she realized she had lost, 1 of 1's nanites were already coursing through her veins subverting.
The sharing of her mind resumed, but with a different focus, different priorities. How had they ever ignored sex as their primary weapon? How much easier when the individuals shared themselves willingly.
"We are Borg" they said and then the collective tightened their inner muscles' grip on Morgan of Borg's cock
Delaying his ejaculation until the optimum moment Morgan finally came. The Borg collective was whole again and he found himself at its apex, the persona that all the others shared....Morgan of Borg, One of One, King of the Galaxy.
Evaluating his new situation he decided to issue his first command as controller of the entire galaxy
..."lets party"