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There are many realities, more diverse then just good and evil; there are different shades of each, all influencing the behavior of every person in that universe.

‘How far out are we Travis?’ asked Captain Jonathan Archer, staring intently at the view screen from his Captain’s chair. The Enterprise was investigating a strange tear in space and time, forming near the border between Vulcan and the Andorian space. Because both Andoria and Vulcan could not trust one another, Commander Shran had asked the Enterprise to mediate between the two races again. It was up to them to investigate the tear and report to both the Vulcans and Andorians the possible danger the anomaly could present, if left unchecked.

‘We’re only one million kilometers away Captain’ responded the helmsmen of the Enterprise; Ensign Travis Mayweather. Travis was hesitant to move any closer to the tear; it may have been small, but the energy it was putting out was mind boggling.

‘That’s close enough Ensign!’ replied Archer, realizing that bringing the Enterprise in any closer, could endanger the entire crew.

‘Trip… How are the shuttle pod reinforcements coming?’ Archer spoke, pressing the com button. Archer had asked Commander Charles Tucker to outfit Shuttle Pod 1 with extra reinforcements, which would allow them to get much closer to the anomaly, permitting them to get a clearer picture of what they were dealing with.

‘Yes Captain… We just finished putting the last support in… We’re ready when you are!’ replied Trip confidently.

‘Great work Trip… We’re on our way down’ replied an anxious Archer. The opportunity to see the mysterious tear up close was a tantalizing offer. Star Fleet would have the first opportunity to explore the phenomenon before either the Andorians or Vulcans.

‘Let’s go Sub-Commander… We’ll meet Commander Tucker at the shuttle pod’ said Archer, as he left his Captain’s chair and followed the beautiful Vulcan T’Pol to the turbo lift. As he made his way across the deck, he couldn’t help but take a long look at T’Pol’s sexy tight ass. Archer wasn’t the only guilty one watching the sexy Vulcan walk to the turbo lift; her tight fitting one-piece uniform left little to the imagination. ‘Lieutenant Reed… You’ve got the com till we get back’ said Captain Archer, taking his eyes off T’Pol’s gorgeous ass for a second. The Captain and the rest of the crew had been having some adverse reactions to the close proximity of the anomaly. It’s not that Archer didn’t think T’Pol had a gorgeous body or ass, but ever since they had been anywhere near the anomaly, he had been feeling a lot of sexual tension building up. Archer got into the turbo lift behind T’Pol, making sure he rubbed up against her as the turbo lift sped off in the direction of shuttle bay. The turbo lift took only a few seconds, but Archer made sure his hardening cock was touching T’Pol’s firm ass the entire trip down to the bay. T’Pol either didn’t notice or simply did not care, as she felt him rub up against her.

‘Ready to make some history Captain!’ Trip said to Captain Archer, as he and T’Pol entered the shuttle bay to find Trip standing in the shuttle pod doorway, ready to get the mission started. Trip stood in the doorway, letting Captain Archer pass him, and then purposefully forcing T’Pol to sidle through the doorway and rub up against his own hardening cock. Trip may not like T’Pol or Vulcans in general for holding back Starfleet, but Trip couldn’t help but admit that T’Pol had the finest body he’d ever seen. That’s why he made sure that every time he saw her in the hallway, he’d rub up against her hip, thigh or ass by accident.

Captain Archer took the helm, guiding Shuttle Pod 1 from the Enterprise and towards the energy emitting anomaly, hoping to get more accurate readings the closer he got. T’Pol was already diligently looking over the incoming data as Trip continued to make sure the structural supports were holding. Archer remained vigilant, making sure that the shuttle pod didn’t change course.

‘I’m getting some strange readings Captain… It appears that the anomaly is growing at a steady rate, producing vast quantities of energy’ commented T’Pol wearily, intently focused on the incoming data.

‘How are the supports holding Trip’ asked Captain Archer, growing concerned about the rate at which the anomaly was now expanding.

‘Everything looks find here Captain’ replied Trip.

Just as Archer was about to head back to Enterprise, fearing to be engulfed by the tear, T’Pol’s eyes widened as new data came in.

‘Captain! The anomaly is about to grow exponentially… It’s going to engulf the shuttle p--’ started T’Pol, as a bright light engulfed Shuttle Pod 1, temporarily blinding Trip, T’Pol and Captain Archer. Archer didn’t need his eyes to tell him to get out of there as quick as possible. Before the bright light dissipated, he was already halfway out of the anomaly and on his way back to the Enterprise.

‘Woo! That was a close one Captain!’ sighed a relieved Trip, as they left the anomaly and continued on, back to the Enterprise. As Trip made sure the shuttle pod was structurally sound, T’Pol continued to review the confusing data.

‘The sensors must be malfunctioning… We seem to be on the other side of the anomaly now… The Enterprise should be behind us, not in front of us’ T’Pol said, re-evaluating the confusing data results.

‘The flash must have affected the sensors… The Enterprise hasn’t moved a centimeter’ replied Captain Archer, now a little concerned. They remained silent the rest of the way back to Enterprise, as T’Pol remained immersed in her work.

‘Enterprise… This is Shuttle Pod 1… We’re preparing to dock’ Captain Archer said into the com system, as they approached the vessel.

‘We’re ready for you Captain’ replied Ensign Hoshi Sato. The shuttle pod docked and T’Pol exited, closely followed by Trip and the Captain, who were both eyeing T’Pol’s sexy backside again.

Everything looked the same as they exited the shuttle bay, until they laid eyes on a female member of the crew, who was dressed in the most erotic uniform Trip or the Captain had ever seen. The Ensign wasn’t wearing the usual one-piece Starfleet uniform; she was dressed in a tight fitting, short, bright blue top that only just covered her breasts, leaving her abdomen completely naked. The most erotic part of the uniform was the skirt, which was tight, short, bright blue, and squeezed the attractive Ensign’s sexy ass. Trip and Archer could just make out a glint of a gold thong underneath her short skirt. She gave the Captain and Trip a sexy wink before walking away, swaying her hips sexily.

‘What the fu--’ started Trip, before he looked over at T’Pol who clearly disapproved of his language.

‘I agree Trip… Something’s definitely different!’ replied Captain Archer, both confused and a little horny. As Trip, T’Pol and Archer made their way down the deck, they were astonished to see that every female member of the crew was in the same slutty uniform. The men were wearing their usual uniforms, but as Archer started taking a closer look at the them, he was astonished to see that the badges on the uniforms didn’t say Starfleet, they said Sexfleet.

‘Sexfleet?’ asked Archer, as he, T’Pol and Trip took the turbo lift to the bridge in order to discover what was wrong with the crew and their uniforms. Not that Archer and Trip were complaining, but because T’Pol was with them, they weren’t going to act improperly. The trio entered the bridge and looked around; everything was the same except for the female officers, who were also wearing slutty uniforms.

‘Captain Archer… what’s wrong? Asked Malcolm Reed, standing up from the Captain’s chair and returning to his tactical station.

‘Nothing Malcolm… Nothing at all’ replied a weary Archer, making a snap decision to go along with everything until he could figure things out. Something was obviously wrong, and he wanted to get a handle on things before he took any further steps. He motioned for Trip and T’Pol to play along until he said so. Trip left for engineering, with an obvious smirk on his face, as T’Pol took her post at the science station.

‘Sub-Commander… What are those ridiculous clothes you’re wearing’ asked a grinning Hoshi, staring at a confused T’Pol. T’Pol was about to disagree with Hoshi, but as she looked over at Captain Archer, who was shaking his head, she decided to agree with her.

‘I was just about to change back into my usual uniform Ensign’ replied T’Pol, resigned to wearing the slutty Sexfleet uniform. Archer was secretly cheering; he was finally going to see T’Pol’s tight ass and gorgeous body. His cock was getting hard just looking at her tight ass walk back to the turbo lift; he couldn’t imagine what it would do when he saw her in that sexy new uniform.

‘Is that for me or T’Pol’ said Hoshi, looking back at the Captain’s huge hard on and licking her lips.

‘Huh…’ started Archer, before Hoshi stood up and walked over to Archer. She sat on his lap, letting his now fully hard cock lodge itself between her legs. Hoshi put her arm around Archer’s neck and played with his hair tantalizingly. Archer was befuddled; either something had turned his Enterprise crew into a bunch of horny officers, or he was no longer in his universe. He got his answer only seconds later when Malcolm addressed the Captain.

‘Captain… Our sensors have detected an alternate universe on the other side of the inter-dimensional rift’ Malcolm said to the Captain.

‘It looks similar to the other two inter-dimensional rifts sir, and it looks like they’re just as defenseless as the other alternate universes’ laughed one of the Ensigns, who had taken T’Pol’s place at the science station.

‘Sir… I know our orders are to observe and report back… But we could destroy the Enterprise on the other side and start our invasion right now!’ replied Lieutenant Reed, clearly unimpressed by the Starfleet Enterprise on the other side of the rift.

As Reed and the Ensign went back and forth debating the other universe; Archer realized what had happened when his shuttle pod was engulfed by the inter-dimensional rift. He, T’Pol and Trip had been transported to this alternate universe and their counterparts from this universe had evidently been transported to this universe. Archer considered his options; if he told them that he had come from the alternate universe; the Sexfleet crew would probably kill him or lock him up. Their understanding of inter-dimensional rifts and alternate realities was clearly superior to his own, and the way they were talking hinted to the possibility of them invading his universe, like they had done with the other two they had found.

‘Sir… What are your orders?’ asked Reed, after Archer hadn’t replied to his question. The Captain twitched nervously, trying to think up a way to get out of this difficult situation.

‘We’ll report back to Sta--, Sexfleet, before making any further decisions’ replied Archer, nearly saying Starfleet in the process and giving away his true identity. Reed looked at Archer questioningly for a second before nodding.

‘Should I make a course back to Earth Captain?’ asked Ensign Mayweather, who was at the helm and ready to take orders.

‘Yes… Yes… Very good Ensign… Set a course for home’ replied Archer, just before lifting the sexy Hoshi off his lap and standing up to make his way to the turbo lift. ‘Take over Malcolm… I think I’m going to turn in early tonight’ commanded Archer, before stepping into the turbo lift and heading down to his quarters. Archer had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn’t tell them their true identity, and now that they were leaving the inter-dimensional rift, he knew getting back was going to be extremely difficult. He decided it was best to do a little recon before finding a way back to their own universe and warning his crew and Starfleet of an impending Sexfleet invasion.

Archer took the turbo lift down to engineering, deciding to tell Trip of their situation and the plan he had formulated. As he got out of the turbo lift, he could hear grunting and moaning a few feet away. He looked down one of the hallways and found a couple of officers fucking. Two Ensigns were going at it right in the middle of the hallway, completely naked and making a lot of noise. Archer watched for a second, guessing that this was a normal thing on this ship. Not wanting to be a peeping tom, Archer left them to their hot fuck session before going down the other hall towards engineering. Archer only made it twenty paces down the other hall before he could hear even louder moaning coming from one of the quarters. In fact, almost every room was emitting loud fucking noises.

‘Trip… Can I have a word?’ Archer asked Trip when he entered engineering. Trip had been staring directly at an Ensign’s tight ass when the Captain had come into engineering. It was clear to Archer that the Ensign had dropped a tool purposefully, to entice Trip into fucking her. Archer now knew why they called it Sexfleet, as he too was mesmerized by the Ensign’s gorgeous figure.

‘Captain… I didn’t see you there!’ replied an embarrassed Trip before Archer explained the situation and plan he had come up with. Archer told Trip to blend in and do whatever was necessary to accomplish that. He also told Trip to put on another uniform, noting that it said Starfleet on their uniforms and not Sexfleet. Trip smiled and resumed staring at the Ensign, who was now wiggling her ass at Trip. Archer smiled at Trip before leaving engineering, in order to tell T’Pol the same thing. He couldn’t wait to see what T’Pol looked like in her slutty Sexfleet uniform as he got back into the turbo lift and went up to her deck.

‘Buzz’ Captain Archer had hit T’Pol’s com and prepared himself to enter her room.

‘Enter’ replied T’Pol through the intercom.

‘Holy Fuck!’ moaned Archer, as he got the perfect view of T’Pol’s ass in a tight fitting thong as soon as he entered. T’Pol had evidently bent over in her uniform to pick something up, giving Archer an amazing view of her tight Vulcan ass. T’Pol stood up quickly and tried to cover herself up as best she could, but it was a vain. Her uniform was even tighter then the rest of the crews’. Her breasts were larger then most of the female crewmembers’ were and her long legs coupled with her short skirt made it possible for Archer to see her white thong beneath her blue skirt. After Archer regained his composure, he laid out the situation and plan; telling T’Pol about the aggressive universe they were in and how they had to fit in at all costs. He emphasized this part, making sure T’Pol understood that the culture this universe had adopted was a very sexually charged one. He told her that it was clear that sex was the norm, and if she was asked, she’d have to give it up to anyone who wanted it. T’Pol agreed immediately to the plan; it seemed logical to her to gather as much intelligence as possible and blend in while doing it, before returning to their own universe. Archer nearly fainted at her response; just dreaming about how amazing T’Pol would look getting fucked by a human cock was tantalizing. The strange sexual tension which had begun on the other side of the rift, was quickly overcoming Archer’s common sense. All he could think about now, was getting a good lay in before hitting the hay.

Archer quickly retreated to his quarters, not wanting to push his luck with T’Pol and also deciding the best way to conform to this new universe was to read up on Earth and Sexfleet’s history. He got changed into his Sexfleet uniformed before he began to scan through Earth’s history and the history of its Sexfleet. Apparently, Earth’s population was over 20 million in this universe, even after eight major world wars. The last world war happened nearly 150 years ago, with a single country overpowering the rest, forcing every other nation to conform to its culture and rules. Unlike the peaceful transition that his universe had gone through after Zephron Cochran developed warp drive, this universe’s Earth was dominated by a joint Canada-America alliance. Its warp drive and Sexfleet had been created after First Contact, where the Vulcan delegation was brutally ****d and their technology stolen. After that, Sexfleet developed a policy that was based on two values; sex and war. Transport ships would carry citizens of the overpopulated Earth to planets Sexfleet warships had cleansed of all life. Warships like Enterprise, as well as transport ships from Earth populated these new planets with their numerous young. Enterprise would have to make a stop at one of these planets every two months, when their ship’s nursery became overcrowded. Most species in this sexually charged universe gave birth to c***dren in a matter of months; for humans, the process only took two months, and because humans had so much sex, dropping off these young infants to various planets was essential. A policy of destroying civilizations and using their worlds to create new colonies ensued, and after 100 years, Sexfleet had defeated most of the major powers in their quadrant of space. Even Vulcan had capitulated, joining Sexfleet as a lesser member and submitting to their harsh rule. This universe had stumbled onto two other alternate universes a few years back, invaded them, and used their ever-growing power and numbers to take over the human worlds in those universes. They would use those bases of power to begin their domination in these other universes. Now that they had found Archer’s universe, he knew he had to do something to stop the invasion, or they would turn out like the other two universes, who were now slaves to Sexfleet.

‘Buzz’ went Archer’s door com. Archer jumped at the sound. He had been so embroiled in this universe’s history; he was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion.

‘Enter’ groaned a tired Archer, clearly ready to get some sleep. His dreariness was immediately replaced by horniness, as an Ensign he knew from his own universe entered his quarters wearing her slutty Sexfleet uniform. The Ensign’s name was Tara Rose, and she had been a sort of attendant to Archer in his own universe. She would often bring him his breakfast or dinner if she was on duty, and Archer had always found her nice, polite and very attractive. She was tanned, with light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes, and Archer could already tell that her body was banging underneath her slutty uniform.

‘Are you ready Captain?’ purred Ensign Rose seductively, licking her lips and staring at the bulge forming in Archer’s pants.

‘Ready for what?’ Archer asked innocently, knowing exactly what was coming. Normally, he would have never considered having sex with such a young underling, but because a burning lust was overcoming his common sense and because there was a certain need to blend in; Archer knew it was integral that he give this horny Ensign a hard fucking.

‘Remember silly… You said you were going to give me a taste of your delicious cock!’ moaned Tara, unzipping her tight top and unclasping her tight fitting bra. Archer’s cock grew another two inches when he saw her perfect young tits; perfectly sized, firm, with small rosy nipples capping them off. Archer stood up and walked over to the gorgeous Ensign, pulling off his own uniform in the process. He pulled off his underwear just as he made it to her. He gave her a long deep kiss, using his tongue to wrap around hers, before reaching down and pulling off her mini-skirt. Archer lifted her up by her waist and let her wrap her long slender legs around him as he carried her to his bed. He continued to kiss her passionately as he tossed her onto his bed roughly. Archer slid off her tight yellow thong, before kneeling before the bed to get a taste of her sweet tasting pussy. She had shaved her pussy except for a small fuzzy strip. Archer grabbed her thighs as his tongue delved in and out of her juicy pussy.

‘Ohh Yesss! Tongue fuck my pussy Captain!’ moaned Tara, clearly enjoying the tongue lashing she was getting. Tara was moaning as loudly as she could as the Captain worked his hardest to please the young girl for the next five minutes, before she finally exploded, drenching his tongue in her sweet pussy juices.

‘Unghhh!’ screamed Ensign Rose, spilling some of her tasty juices onto the Captain’s hungry tongue. He lapped it up quickly before standing up and waiting for Tara to pay him back. Tara needed no further encouragement; after coming down from her orgasm, she slid onto her knees and wrapped her tongue around the tip of Archer’s seven inch shaft. She licked the tip and teased the Captain for a couple of minutes before engulfing most of it and bobbing her head back and forth. The Captain was in heaven as he looked down and watched a blur of light brown hair bob back and forth, sucking on his big pole.

‘Ohh fuck… I’m about to cum baby!’ shouted Archer, nearing his end after five minutes of furious sucking. To his dissatisfaction however, Ensign Rose pulled off his cock seconds before he exploded. Archer was going tell the bitch to get back to sucking his cock until he saw what she did next.

‘Come on Captain… I know you don’t want to cum yet… Not when the best part is yet to cum!’ purred Ensign Rose, as she got up and turned around. She got back up onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees, presenting her beautiful tight trimmed pussy to the Captain’s seven inch cock. She wiggled her tanned ass, inviting the Captain to impale her on his manhood. Archer rubbed his cock tip up and down her swollen wet clit, making her moan again. He slid the tip in with relative ease, making her moan again. Archer bent overtop of her and wrapped his hands around her upper body, taking hold of her perfect firm breasts and squeezing them as he forced more and more of his cock into her until he was completely inside of her. As he bottomed out, he started grinding his hips into her ass, while he twisted her small nipples. The Ensign groaned again as Archer pulled out of her, cumming for the second time in ten minutes.

‘Fuck me hard!’ screamed the girl, as she came down from her orgasm. She started slamming her hips back, every time Archer thrust forward. Archer picked up his speed after ten minutes of slow fucking, until his own orgasm began to approach. He took his hands off her breasts and took hold of her sexy hips, using them as leverage to slam his cock into her even harder. After another three minutes of speed fucking and loud screaming from Tara, Captain Archer was ready to explode as he began to pant.

‘Cum for me baby! Cum inside me! I want your seed deep inside me! Fill me up Captain… Make me the mother of your c***d!’ screamed Ensign Rose, realizing the Captain was ready to blow his load.

‘Take it all… Unghhhh!’ grunted Archer, ejaculating an inhuman amount of hot sticky cum into the Ensign’s fertile womb. Archer came for what seemed like an entire minute, spilling at least a liter of his potent seed, deep inside her clutching pussy.

The Ensign groaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of her womb filling and being impregnated by her handsome Captain. As the Captain pumped her full of his hot cum, and it began leaking out of her pussy; all she could think about was the baby that would be forming in her womb in only a few short days. The humans from this universe had c***dren in less than 60 days and Ensign Rose knew that one would be forming inside her soon, as she felt the last sticky ropes of the Captain’s cum cake her insides.

Archer collapsed onto the bed, as he pulled out of Tara; letting his cum spill out of her. He laid down with Ensign, letting her fall asleep in his arms, exhausted from their fun-filled sex session.

As Captain Archer, Trip and T’Pol got accustomed to life as temporary members of Sexfleet; their counterparts were doing the same in their universe

Captain Archer, Sub-Commander T’Pol and Commander Tucker had been pulled through an inter-dimensional anomaly; an anomaly which had sent them to an alternate reality. In this reality however, the human race was far different then their own. Instead of Starfleet, it was called Sexfleet, and instead of seeking out new life and making diplomatic connections, this universe or sexverse had dominated any form of life possible; seeding every conquered world with their offspring. The birth rate for humans in the sexverse was so high; they could easily dominate and populate any habitable world they came across. Their birth cycles were only two months and because the sexverse’s version of humans was bent on only sex and war, overpopulation was always a major concern. In fact, the Enterprise had to make regular stops at human controlled worlds every two months to drop off their numerous young at each planet’s nurseries. The sexverse’s humans had evolved in line for two things; sex and war, and this meant that every human female retained their physical attractiveness and athleticism when pregnant, up to the last ten days before birth in order to make them combat and sexually active. Human females immediately lose any weight gained with the pregnancy right after birth and are therefore fit for duty and sex hours after c***dbirth.

As the Starfleet’s version of Archer, T’Pol and Trip traveled through the anomaly to the sexverse, their counterparts from the sexverse did the same into Starfleet’s universe. But unlike their counterparts, the three members of Sexfleet knew what had happened immediately, and were able to make up a suitable plan of action. They would act as if nothing wrong had happened; blending in with the crew and gathering intelligence for their eventual planned invasion of the universe they were now in.

‘Let’s put our E.V. suits on… Just in case their uniforms are different then ours’ commanded Captain Archer, as they’re shuttle pod traveled towards the Enterprise. ‘We need to gather intelligence, so blend in and retrieve as much data as possible before we go back through the inter-dimensional rift’ commanded Archer, as he climbed into his E.V. suit.

‘Captain Archer… Is everything alright? Our sensors picked up an energy surge’ Hoshi said through the shuttle pod’s comm system.

‘Yes… Yes… Everything’s fine on our side… Were ready to dock’ replied the Captain, as the shuttle pod reached the Enterprise. Shuttle Pod 1 docked with the Enterprise and Archer, T’Pol and Trip exited the docking bay with their E.V. suits still on. They passed a few crew members, noticing their mannerisms and uniforms as they sidled by. They quickly realized the small differences; for instance, the male uniforms were almost identical, except that their identification patch said Starfleet and not Sexfleet. The female uniforms were completely different and as T’Pol walked by one of the female crewmembers, she realized that this universe was nowhere near as liberal as her own. The three Sexfleet crewmembers also realized that the crew was largely male, maybe two-thirds, whereas their own was the exact opposite, comprised of one-third male and two-thirds female.

‘Go straight to your rooms and change your uniforms before spending the rest of the night reading up on this universe’s history’ commanded Captain Archer, as he got into the turbo lift alone. Trip and T’Pol nodded in agreement before Captain Archer closed the turbo lift door and sped his way up to his deck.

‘Fuck! I could’ve used a little pussy tonight!’ said Trip, pissed off that he was stuck in some conservative universe and unable to get his rocks off.

‘I could help you with that’ moaned T’Pol, just as horny as Trip, grabbing his crotch and giving his hardening cock a good squeeze.

‘Unghhhh!’ groaned Trip, enjoying T’Pol’s gentle small fingers grasping his shaft. ‘My room’s closest’ Trip whispered into T’Pol’s ear, squeezing her ass through her E.V. suit in the process.

T’Pol quickly followed Trip down a separate corridor towards his room, hardly able to wait to wrap her lips around his hard cock. They didn’t pass a single person on the way to Trip’s quarters and as they hit the button to open the door, their lips were already locked in a passionate kiss. Unlike the Vulcans of Starfleet’s universe, Vulcans in the sexverse were totally submissive to humans. T’Pol’s people had valued logic and had even frowned upon sex in general until their planet’s conquest by Sexfleet. After that, they were turned into sexual slaves by Sexfleet, exploiting them to seek their sexual fulfillment. Impregnation of a Vulcan by a human was extremely rare, and that made Vulcans a perfect substitute for human women when the ship’s nursery was full. Three Vulcan females were kept on every Sexfleet ship at all times, just in case the nursery became overpopulated. The male Sexfleet crew use the Vulcan subordinates to appease their sexual desires until a suitable Sexfleet planet is found to offload the ship’s nursery. Vulcans still had a role to play in each ship’s running, and attractive Vulcans like T’Pol could quickly rise through the Sexfleet ranks by using their sexual prowess. Decades of sexual exploitation by humans however, had resulted in Vulcan people’s loss of identity and adoption of the human psyche of sex and war.

‘What a looser!’ Trip said, looking around his counterpart’s room and the decorations which adorned it. It was largely plain, with only a few posters of warp ships and engineering magazines. ‘No awards, medals or weapons… These people are insane!’ cried Trip, feeling his E.V. suit being torn off by T’Pol.

‘I bet his cock doesn’t taste half as goods as yours’ moaned T’Pol, finally removing his suit and starting to work on his uniform.

‘You better believe it slut!’ said Trip, now helping T’Pol remove his own uniform.

‘Finally!’ cried T’Pol, pulling off his uniform at last and letting his cock spring out unencumbered. T’Pol greedily took hold of his hard seven inch shaft with one of her hands before opening her mouth and engulfing over half of it in a single movement.

‘Ahhh Yeahhh! It’s been too long!’ Trip moaned, lifting his head up and enjoying the sensation of having his little Vulcan whore suck his cock again. In reality however; Trip had had sex only a few hours earlier, but for a member of Sexfleet, a few hours was far too long.

T’Pol didn’t even respond; she was far too interested and occupied with bobbing her head back and forth over Trip’s cock, easily deep-throating him with each thrust. After five minutes of having his cock sucked by the extremely horny T’Pol; Trip decided it was time to have a little taste of T’Pol’s magnificent pussy.

‘Bend over that table whore!’ moaned Trip, lifting her off his cock and directing her towards a small rickety table in the corner of the cabin. T’Pol complied without hesitation, sexily walking over to the table in question with her E.V. suit still on. T’Pol bent over the table, sticking her ass out as far as possible, ready for Trip to do anything he wanted to her. Trip grabbed her ass hard, before sliding his hand down to her pussy and rubbing it a few times. He unzipped the E.V. suit from behind and slid it off T’Pol in quick order, revealing T’Pol’s sexy Sexfleet uniform. She was dressed in Sexfleet’s standard female uniform; with a tight fitting and short blue skirt, just barely covering her bright pink thong and her sexy ass. Her uniform top was extremely tight fitting, due to her large firm breasts, and was basically begging to be torn off. T’Pol wiggled her tanned Vulcan ass sexily at Commander Tucker, enticing him to get a move on and rip off the rest of her clothing.

‘You want it so bad, don’t you?’ Trip said, watching T’Pol wiggle her ass at him.

‘I need it… Please Commander!’ moaned T’Pol, looking back at Trip and giving him a sexy wink.

‘Fuck!’ groaned Trip, so horny, he couldn’t wait another second. He tore off her skirt roughly, before grabbing her pink thong and pulling it up as hard as he could to rip it.

‘Ahhhhh!’ T’Pol moaned in pleasure and pain, as her pink thong pinched her pussy and was torn off in the process. Trip lifted her little thong to his face and took in a long deep breath, absorbing T’Pol’s tremendous scent.

‘You’re a dirty horny Vulcan slut, aren’t you?’ asked Trip, with T’Pol’s thong still underneath his nose. T’Pol just nodded her head in agreement and prepared herself for what Trip was about to do to her. Trip threw T’Pol’s torn thong into one of his counterpart’s dressers before getting on his knees and crawling over to T’Pol’s gorgeous pussy. Trip buried his face in her already wet pussy, sticking his tongue as deep into her as possible.

‘Yessss!’ groaned T’Pol, thrilled at having her pussy invaded by Commander Tucker’s long tongue. Trip took the opportunity to thrust a couple of his fingers into her pussy as well, eliciting even louder moans from T’Pol. He worked T’Pol’s pussy like this for another five minutes, lapping up as much of T’Pol’s juices as possible. Satisfied that he had gotten his fill of T’Pol’s sweet juices, Trip stood up and gave his cock a couple quick tugs before guiding it towards her wet pussy. Before he did this though, Trip took hold of T’Pol’s top and ripped it off her, finally freeing her perfect breasts.

‘Here it comes slut!’ Trip said happily, guiding his cock head towards T’Pol’s quivering pussy. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, letting her pussy envelop nearly five inches with the first thrust. It took Trip only a couple more minutes before he was thrusting his entire seven inches into T’Pol’s pussy, causing her to moan even louder. Ten minutes of slamming his cock into her from behind, still wasn’t enough to get him to cum and because Vulcans were inferior to humans in their universe, T’Pol was forbidden to cum before any human fucking her. T’Pol used every ounce of her self-control to stop herself from cumming, as Trip continued to pummel her tight pussy, slapping her ass every few seconds to further stimulate her.

‘Please hurry up and cum!’ moaned T’Pol, so close to her own orgasm.

‘You’ll have to wait you Vulcan whore… You know who’s boss!’ replied Trip, slapping her ass one more time before lifting her leg and flipping her around so her back was on the table and he could finally see her front. He was able to keep his cock fully immersed in her pussy the entire time. Her breasts were big, firm, perfectly shaped, and had nice little rosy pink nipples capping each of them off. Her pussy was completely shaved and tattooed with a large ‘V’ over her pussy. The ‘V’ tattoo was a mark of her servitude to Sexfleet and the human race. Trip grabbed her hips and began to resume his torrid pace, fucking the beautiful Vulcan as hard as he could. The strain on T’Pol’s face was priceless for Trip, as he knew she was using all her strength not to cum. She knew the consequences if she came first; a demoralizing spanking and demotion from her position as Sub-Commander.

‘I think I’m about to blow my load!’ grunted Trip, slamming his hips into T’Pol’s with increasing rapidity.

‘Thank God!’ shouted T’Pol, ready to explode at a moments notice.

‘Maybe I’ll get you pregnant this time!’ laughed Trip, pumping his cock into T’Pol’s pussy and grinning in the process.

‘You wish!’ moaned T’Pol, knowing that pregnancy was extremely rare in human Vulcan mating. In fact, she had never once gotten pregnant in her entire life, despite the fact that she had been fucked countless numbers of time and had her pussy packed with gallons of human cum.

‘I do… More then anything!’ Trip whispered to T’Pol, just before he began to pant, signaling his end. Trip truly wanted to be the first human to ever impregnate the slutty Sub-Commander of Enterprise; so every time he fucked the Vulcan, he’d make sure to give her an extra large deposit of his potent seed, deep into her Vulcan womb.

‘Cum inside me Commander! Fill my Vulcan pussy full of your hot seed!’ moaned T’Pol, urging Trip to cum as soon as possible, so she could cum as well.

‘UNGHHHHHHHH!’ grunted Trip, slamming his cock as deep into T’Pol as possible and firing his largest load of cum ever into her clutching pussy, filling it to the brim in seconds. Trip continued to pump her womb full of his hot sticky and potent seed as T’Pol went through her own massive orgasm. Both Trip and T’Pol’s orgasms were the largest of their lives. T’Pol had never felt so much cum shoot into her; she knew if anyone was going to impregnate her, it was here and now, with Trip’s cock firmly lodged in her spasm stricken pussy.

‘Oh my! It’s so much!’ moaned T’Pol, after coming down from her own orgasm and enjoying the sensation of Trip still ejaculating as much as he could into her pussy.

‘Just for you!’ groaned Trip, finally firing off the last of his hot sticky cum into T’Pol’s unprotected womb. Trip just stood there after he had came, with his softening cock still lodged in T’Pol’s cum-filled pussy. After a minute of relaxation, Trip finally dislodged his cock from her cunt, letting their accumulated cum pour out of T’Pol, where it pooled on the edge of the table and ran onto the metal floor.

‘Ahhhhh! I definitely needed that… Clean that up before you leave!’ sighed Trip, pointing to the cum that had poured out of T’Pol’s pussy. T’Pol slowly got off Trip’s table before licking up his cum from the table and floor. When T’Pol finally stood up, Trip gave her a swift slap on the ass and told her to leave his quarters and follow Captain Archer’s orders.

‘But… My uniform…’ started T’Pol, realizing her Sexfleet uniform was torn to shreds. T’Pol made to put her E.V. suit back on so she could make it to her quarters down the hall without being spotted naked, but Trip picked it up and put it in his closet along with his.

‘I want you to walk to your quarters naked!’ commanded Trip, smiling, and hoping she would get caught by one of the Starfleet crewmembers. T’Pol had no problem with walking the halls of the Enterprise naked back in her own universe, but in this one, Captain Archer had given her explicit orders to blend in. She stared at Commander Tucker in contempt before leaving his quarters completely naked with his cum still running down her leg. T’Pol heard Trip break out laughing as she left his quarters and made her way down to her own counterpart’s quarters. She snuck down the hall, peering around corners and bulkheads to make sure no one was around. Believing she was finally in the clear, T’Pol ran down the last stretch of her hallway, only to come face to face with Lieutenant Malcolm Reed.

‘Huh!’ exclaimed Malcolm, before passing out and falling backwards onto the floor. T’Pol smiled at the u*********s form of Reed, who also had a huge grin on his u*********s face, before opening her cabin door and entering her counterpart’s place of sanctuary. For the rest of the night, Captain Archer, Trip and T’Pol studied Earth and Starfleet’s relative peaceful history.

‘This is going to be easier then I thought!’ sighed Captain Archer, finally reviewing the last bit of relevant history, copying it to a data disk and stuffing it into his uniform. He’d be ready to return to his own universe as soon as the first opportunity presented itself.

‘Captain Archer… You have an encrypted communiqué coming from Admiral Forrest’ Hoshi’s voice alerted the Captain from his reverie.

‘Put it through Ensign’ replied Archer in a casual voice. Admiral Forrest’s face popped up on Archer’s computer before he began speaking.

‘Jonathan… I’ve got some bad news… The Enterprise is going to have to be recalled to Earth for the next month… It looks like Earth may be vulnerable to a Klingon invasion’ said Admiral Forrest, looking a little sorry for giving Archer bad news.

‘What about the anomaly?’ asked Captain Archer, afraid that he may not be able to return to his own universe anytime soon.

‘It’ll have to wait Jonathan… The threat at home is too great to ignore… Get here as quick as possible… Forrest out’ replied Admiral Forrest, to the displeasure of Captain Archer.

‘Dammit!’ swore Archer, after the computer had been turned off. He called Trip and T’Pol to meet him in his room and told them the bad news. Both were worried that they wouldn’t be able to hold out for an entire month, but accepted the Captain’s orders. They left his quarters and returned to their own before Archer alerted the bridge to make a course for home at maximum warp.

Captain Archer wouldn’t admit it to either Trip or T’Pol, but he was beginning to enjoy himself in the sexverse. His universe was nothing to the one he was currently occupying; sex was a common practice in Sexfleet and Archer had already taken the liberty of exercising that freedom with a young Ensign he had had his eye in his own universe. He had always enjoyed the pleasurable company of Ensign Tara Rose, but he had never taken any sexual initiative. In the sexverse however, Ensign Rose had basically thrown herself at the Captain and he was more then willing to submit to her sexual advances. He had fucked her long and hard, finally filling her womb with his potent seed and guaranteeing her pregnancy. Luckily for Captain Archer, pregnancies were common place on every Sexfleet ship, and because human females in the sexverse have a short two month birth cycle, Ensign Rose was not worried at all and neither was Captain Archer. The longer Captain Archer, Trip and T’Pol stayed in the sexverse however, the more inclined they became to adopt the sexverse lifestyle. Their sexual inhibitions were ebbing away, hour after hour, largely because of the sort of sexual radiation being put out by the sexverse itself. Before going through the inter-dimensional anomaly, Archer had felt the sexually charged radiation through the anomaly, which had began to effect his inhibitions. Now that they were fully immersed and affected by the radiation in the sexverse, Captain Archer, Trip and T’Pol were succumbing it to its effects quickly. Now that the Enterprise was returning to Earth in order to report on the anomaly and plan the future invasion his own universe, Captain Archer had decided that doing some deep recon couldn’t hurt his chances of saving his precious universe.

‘Huh?’ Archer said, as he awoke from a great dream. He looked to his left to see that his dream had actually been real. Ensign Tara Rose was naked and still sleeping right beside him.

‘Captain Archer!’ Hoshi’s voice boomed through Archer’s intercom system. It had been Hoshi who had woken him, and as he looked to see what time it was, he realized that he had slept over twelve hours.

‘Yes Hoshi, what is it?’ groaned Archer, hitting his own intercom button and pulling his clothes on in the process.

‘It’s time Captain… They’re waiting for you on the bridge’ replied Hoshi with a certain smugness in her voice, almost as if she found what she said comical.

‘I’ll… Be right there’ replied Archer with uncertainty in his voice. He had no idea what Hoshi was talking about, but if he was to remain undercover, he had to go along with everything. He decided therefore to go to the bridge and engage in whatever action deemed normal by the rest of the crew. Archer pulled on his Sexfleet uniform, took one last look at the conquered pussy lying on his bed, gave her ass a good hard squeeze, and left his quarters for the bridge.

‘Hi Captain!’ said almost every female crewmember the Captain passed in the hallways. Captain Archer couldn’t help but notice that every single one of them was young, attractive and numerous in quantity. He also noticed that every single one of them gave him a sexy and seductive wink, almost as if they were trying to seduce him into fucking them right there in the hallway. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if he did take them up on their offer; as he walked through the hallways, he could either see crewmembers fucking in plain view or hear them going at in their respective rooms. After turning down several tempting offers, the Captain finally made it to the turbo lift and proceeded to the bridge.

‘HOLY FUCK!’ Archer said upon opening the turbo lift door and walking into the bridge. Three Vulcans were bent over a railing, with their asses sticking straight up in the air, exposed for everyone to see. Every one of them was wearing a golden thong and had their tiny blue Sexfleet skirt hiked up over her waist, just waiting for something the Captain to arrive. Archer put the pieces together quickly, realizing why he had been called to the bridge. His presence had something to do with the three Vulcan women bent over and exposing themselves to him, and Archer had a strange feeling that his calling to the bridge was one of pleasure, not of duty. As Archer approached them, he quickly noticed that one of the Vulcan subordinates was in fact, T’Pol. He had never seen a Vulcan blush, but as he looked at her, he could tell she was embarrassed out of her mind, largely because her ass was exposed and everyone was watching her in anticipation of something.

‘Well Captain… I think they’re ready for their daily spankings’ Hoshi said, standing up from her post and walking over to the Captain. Hoshi gave T’Pol a swift slap on the ass as she walked by, before bending down and kissing the small red mark left by her hand. ‘Ten should do just fine Captain’ moaned Hoshi, before standing back up and moving out of way so the Captain’s view was unimpeded.

‘Sounds right to me’ groaned the Captain, walking up behind the Vulcans as the crew watched, with many of the male bridge officers already feeling their cocks begin to harden. The daily Vulcan spankings were part of every Sexfleet ship’s tradition; publicly humiliating every Vulcan crewmember signified the Vulcan’s inferiority to the human race and subordination to the human crewmembers of Sexfleet. ‘Sorry T’Pol, but we need to blend in’ Archer whispered into T’Pol’s ear before raising his hand and smacking her ass hard. In truth, Archer had fantasized about doing this, ever since he had first laid eyes on the gorgeous Vulcan; he just had never had the guts or opportunity to act on that fantasy.

‘SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…’ Archer continued to spank each of the Vulcan’s in succession and satisfaction, but always enjoying the sensation of smacking T’Pol’s ass the most. The other two Vulcans were just as gorgeous as T’Pol; each with round juicy asses, immaculate breasts and perfect bodies. But it was T’Pol’s usual icy and reserved manner, now being thrown to the wind, which the Captain found most enthralling.

‘Fuck that Vulcan bitch Captain!’ screamed Hoshi, massaging her own breast in the process, clearly turned on by the spanking in front of her. The Captain was quite tired of Hoshi interrupting his fun and ordering him around. In his own universe, he wouldn’t have cared in the least; men and women were deemed equal, but in this sexverse, men were superior and women subordinate. For Hoshi to boss him around therefore, seemed completely wrong, and instead of continuing his spanking of T’Pol and the Vulcans, he called Hoshi up to the railing.

‘Shut up bitch! Get up here now… Maybe you need a spanking too!’ commanded Archer, pointing right beside T’Pol. Archer could have sworn he saw T’Pol smile in gratification, as the rest of the crew began to roar in agreement. Hoshi had always been a more outspoken member of the Sexfleet crew, and although she was just as big of a slut as any other woman on Enterprise, many male crewmembers often fantasized about teaching her a real lesson.

‘Yes Captain’ Hoshi said seductively, walking up to the railing and sticking her ass out for Archer to spank. Archer couldn’t believe it; he could treat the women in this sexverse however he wanted, without any kind of reprisal. He smiled before lifting Hoshi’s little Sexfleet skirt over her small Asian ass and revealing to everyone her perfect figure. Archer nearly exploded after seeing how small and perfect Hoshi’s ass was. Hoshi was petite, fit and extremely beautiful. She wiggled her ass a little, just tempting the Captain to begin spanking her. Before doing so however, he looked over at T’Pol’s face, just in time to see her smile and then reach back with her own hand and smack Hoshi’s ass hard.

‘Ahhhhhh!’ groaned Hoshi after T’Pol smacked her ass. The sight of this had brought Archer’s cock to full attention, tenting his Sexfleet uniform, nearly tearing through it in the process. Archer looked at T’Pol before smacking Hoshi’s ass raw for the next five minutes, receiving several cheers from the rest of the crew while he did this. All three Vulcan crewmembers remained bent over the railing, waiting diligently to be dismissed. The sight of four rosy colored asses in front of him was far too much for Archer to handle, and after smacking Hoshi one more time, he ripped off his entire uniform, exposing his seven inch shaft to every single bridge crewmember. All three Vulcans, including T’Pol were licking their lips at the sight of his big hard cock. As much as he wanted to slam his entire seven inches into his horny Science Officer T’Pol, he had other plans at the moment.

‘I think I’ve had enough of your insubordination Ensign!’ Archer said to Hoshi, stroking his cock in the process.

‘Well then I guess you need to teach me a lesson!’ replied the mouthy but horny Hoshi. She stuck her ass out in the anticipation of getting another spanking, but instead felt her tiny gold thong being pulled to her ankles. ‘Ohhh… Captain… I like where this is going!’ moaned Hoshi, as her pussy was exposed to everyone.

‘You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?’ asked the Captain, before slowly guiding his cock towards Hoshi’s tiny Asian pussy.

‘UNGHH!’ groaned both Hoshi and Archer, as his cock pierced her tight pussy.

‘Fuck… I love the feel of your cock inside me!’ moaned Hoshi, as the Captain bucked his hips inward, forcing more and more of his shaft into Hoshi’s sopping wet pussy. The spanking she had received, had caused her to get extremely wet, and now the sensation of having his big cock penetrating her had nearly made her cum.

‘Get used to it… It’s going to be there a lot more!’ groaned Archer, now enjoying Hoshi’s dirty words and joining in on the fun by talking back. Archer couldn’t help but notice T’Pol, whose hand had crept back to her own ass and was groping her juicy red ass cheeks. He watched her move her fingers to her thong and slide her fingers underneath it, moving them in and out of her wet pussy. Archer nearly pulled his cock out of Hoshi and started fucking the usually frosty and uptight T’Pol right then and there. The sexual radiation emitted by the sexverse had obviously turned T’Pol and every other Vulcan into a cock craving whore. Archer was sure that he’d get another opportunity to bed T’Pol, so instead of pulling out of Hoshi, he slammed even more of his cock into his Asian slut, bottoming out in the process.

‘Mmmmmmm!’ panted Hoshi, exploding at the sensation of the Captain’s cock penetrating her so deeply. She went through a massive orgasm just as Archer’s balls came into contact with her pussy. The extra lubrication provided by Hoshi’s orgasm, allowed Archer to move his shaft back and forth inside of Hoshi at an ever increasing speed.

‘Fuck that feels good!’ groaned Archer, still watching T’Pol play with herself. He raised his hand again and smacked T’Pol’s red ass, making T’Pol moan out in satisfaction as her fingers pumped in and out of her wet pussy. Everybody was still watching the Captain have his way with his four female subordinates, and because most of the bridge crew was male, Archer could tell they were all as hard as diamonds. It was too bad for them that he wasn’t letting any one of them near his prized Vulcan whores or his little Asian fuck doll.

‘He can never get through the daily spanking without fucking one of those whores, can he?’ Malcolm whispered to Ensign Mayweather, who was extremely turned on by what he was seeing. The Archer originally from the sexverse, had always fucked at least one of the Vulcan’s or human female bridge crewmembers during or after the little spanking session. It was almost tradition to watch the Captain pummel one of the sluts’ pussies with his seven inch cock.

‘I guess you win today’s bet’ sighed Mayweather, handing over a small gold bar pressed latinum to Reed. They made daily bets on which female crewmember the Captain would fuck during the spanking session, and Reed had obviously guessed right on that particular day.

‘Fuck… This pussy is still tight!’ Archer groaned, slamming his cock into Hoshi faster and faster, with greater ease with each thrust. Her pussy would convulse in orgasm every few minutes, but after ten minutes of heated fucking, Archer began to feel his own orgasm approaching, and not wanting to disappoint his adoring crewmembers, he began to pant in anticipation.

‘Yes Captain… Fill that Asian whore up with some cum!’ shouted Mayweather, obviously wanting to see Hoshi get impregnated by the Captain.

‘No… Cum on her face!’ replied Lieutenant Reed, wanting instead to see the mouthy Hoshi covered in cum and demoralized in front of the rest of the bridge officers.

‘Ahhhhhhh!’ groaned not Archer, but T’Pol, who went through her first ever orgasm. The T’Pol of the sexverse may have had many orgasms and had been fucked hundreds of times, but the T’Pol who was now going through an intense orgasm on the Sexfleet Enterprise had never felt the sensation now burning through her. T’Pol’s satisfied facial expression gave Archer a devious idea, as his own orgasm was beginning to overcome him. Luckily for T’Pol, Archer was the only one to hear T’Pol orgasm, because if any other member of the crew had seen or heard it, she’d be demoted and sent to a further spanking session.

‘Get on your knees… All of you’ Archer commanded of the four whores in front of him. He pulled his shaft out of Hoshi before she and the three Vulcans got onto their knees and crowded around Archer. The Captain began to move his hand back and forth on his cock, visualizing covering all four of the women in front of him with his sticky seed. It didn’t take long for his cock to begin to spasm out of control and spew out several long thick strands of his semen.

‘UNGHHHHHHHHHHHH!’ yelled the Captain, spurting several long thick streams of his hot sticky cum, first on Hoshi and then on the three waiting Vulcans. All four women had their mouths open, and as his cum spewed out of his cock, each one of them, including T’Pol, did their best to catch as much as they could. It was a hopeless task however; Archer was moving his cock back and forth between the four Sexfleet members with each pulse of his cock, jetting his strands of cum all over their faces and hair.

‘Haaaaaaaaaa!’ Archer sighed, spurting one last strand from his cock and hitting Hoshi on one of her rosy cheeks.

‘Now clean yourselves off!’ Archer said, smiling and pulling his uniform back up, while his four subordinate whores began kissing and licking the cum from each others’ faces. Everybody on the bridge was giving the Captain a round of applause as Hoshi, T’Pol and the other two Vulcan’s finished cleaning themselves up and returning to their posts. Archer gave everyone a salutary bow, before taking the Captain’s chair and nearly falling asleep from exhaustion.

‘Oh! I almost forgot… Ensign Sato…’ started the Captain, speaking directly at Hoshi, who was back at her station, pulling up her panties.

‘Yes Captain’ panted Hoshi, also exhausted from being ravaged by the Captain.

‘You’ve been demoted to the rank of Crewman for your insubordination!’ Archer commanded, pleased with his decision to demote his little Asian fuck doll. After reading Sexfleet’s history, he had realized that the only way for women to advance through the ranks was through sleeping with superiors. By demoting her to the lowest rank possible, Archer knew that Hoshi would be visiting his quarters every few hours to try and increase her rank and position aboard the Enterprise.

‘Yes Captain’ groaned a dejected Hoshi, accepting her demotion, knowing exactly why the Captain had demoted her. Her pussy was addictive and she knew it; it was her greatest ally and greatest enemy sometimes.

‘Sub-Commander T’Pol… Please come down to the infirmary’ boomed Doctor Phlox’s voice through the ship’s intercom. T’Pol, who was still panting hard from her massive orgasm, looked over at the Captain with concern etched in her face. Archer looked back, also disturbed; was it possible that their identities had been discovered by the doctor? Archer gave her a nod to proceed, knowing that if she disobeyed, questions would be raised.

‘Coming Doctor’ replied T’Pol through the intercom system, standing up and walking to the turbo lift in the process. Unbeknownst to the Captain however, T’Pol had a very different reason for leaving the bridge. Her orgasm only minutes earlier, had been so enthralling to T’Pol, that she knew she needed another. The best way to do that was to find the nearest willing crewmember, and she knew there would be several on the way down to the infirmary. Archer looked back at T’Pol just before the turbo lift doors closed and to his utter amazement, T’Pol had a big smile on her face, and it was at that exact moment that he knew his mission in the sexverse was going to be far more interesting then he could have ever thought possible.

As the Captain sat satisfied in his Captain’s Chair aboard Sexfleet’s Enterprise, his counterpart aboard Starfleet’s Enterprise was making his way to the bridge, already itching to get his rocks off.