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O.GL.E.R.
by George Glass
Summary: To enhance security aboard the Cerritos, Rutherford creates a new program that enables the ship's computer to recognize crew members according to their “gluteal profiles” as well as their faces. He models the AI's personality on Tendi's, so obviously, nothing could go wrong. Obviously.
Note: I wrote this story before season 4 began, so this story is not quite compatible with canon. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.
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DECK 11, CREW QUARTERS
It was the end of beta shift, and Ensign Sam Rutherford had a spring in his step as he returned to his bunk on the lower decks of the USS Cerritos. Which at least one of his bunkmates seemed to notice.
“Hey, Rutherford!” the green-skinned, blue-uniformed D'Vana Tendi said brightly. “Looks like somebody had a good day in Engineering. You're even smiling with your cybernetic eye.”
“Hey, Tendi!” Rutherford replied. “Yeah, it was a great day. First, I found the source of that funky smell on Deck Two.”
“That weird fish stank?” asked Beckett Mariner as she hopped down from her bunk.
The purple-haired Brad Boimler, who had been reading in his bunk, sat up and added, “I've been wondering what could be that wrong with the environmental controls up there.”
“Turns out it wasn't the environmental controls,” Rutherford replied. “Remember those Kelpien and Ba'ul delegates we brought back to Kaminar after the trade conference on Archer Four? Turns out the Ba'ul brought a portable replicator on board and hid it inside the wall.”
“Why would she bring her own replicator?” Tendi asked.
“And why would she hide it?” Boimler added.
“Apparently,” Rutherford replied, “there's a certain prohibited…snack…that she likes to eat twice a day. I guess she didn't want to risk getting caught with an illegal replicator when she beamed down to Kaminar, so she just left it here. And it just kept making more of her favorite snack, every twelve hours. The stuff was really piling up in there.”
“What was it?” Boimler asked. “Some kind of forbidden sushi?”
“Kelpien organ meat,” Rutherford replied. “Lung, mostly.”
Mariner's face scrunched up as she said, “Aw, dude.”
“Whoa, that's…messed up,” Tendi said.
“I'm really glad we haven't had dinner yet,” said Boimler, turning a bit green. “In fact, I might skip it.”
“Wait,” Tendi said to Rutherford, “so that's what made your day?”
“Oh, no, no,” the young engineer replied. “Solving that problem just made my morning. What made my day was finishing the new security program I've been working on for the ship's computer.”
“What does it do?” Tendi asked.
“Well, with all the problems Starfleet has had with surgically altered imposters, shapeshifters, et cetera, I thought it would be a good idea to improve the computer's ability to recognize people. Its facial recognition is terrific, but that only works when people are facing toward the optical sensors. So I designed a program that can recognize people when they're facing the other way. I call it Optical Gluteal Extrapolatory Recognition.”
“Um,” Boimler ventured, “doesn't that kinda spell 'O.GL.E.R.?'“
“Huh, I guess it does,” Rutherford replied, scratching his chin. “Anyway, the program uses biometric data to recognize the distinctive shape of any person's buttocks.”
“O M frickin' G,” Mariner said. “You created an ass-recognition program? This thing is destined to go wrong.”
“Don't worry,” Rutherford replied. “The AI is very limited, and what personality it does have is based on Tendi's. I gave it her voice, too.”
“Wait, what?” Tendi said, her dark-green eyebrows rising.
“Boimler,” Rutherford said, pointing, “walk past that optical sensor.”
“Uh, okay,” Boimler replied.
The red-uniformed ensign walked a few meters down the hall, passing the sensor. Then Rutherford said, “Computer, identify the individual who just passed by.”
“Gluteal profile is a match for Ensign Bradward Boimler,” the computer replied in Tendi's voice. Then it called, “Have a nice night, Boims!”
“See? Harmless,” Rutherford said. He turned to Tendi and added, “And don't worry: It only talks when I ask it a direct question.”
“Okay,” Tendi replied uneasily.
“And, while it's still in the testing phase, it will just be operating in one area of the ship. And I'll be checking on it every twenty-four hours. So everything should be fine.”
***
DECK THREE, SECTION F
23 HOURS AND 45 MINUTES LATER
Ensign Jennifer Sh'reyan was walking down the corridor toward Turbolift Two. The young Andorian command officer had just finished her shift and was now heading down to her bunk to change for a holodeck yoga session.
“Hey, Jen!” a voice called. “Looking good! You fill out those uniform pants very nicely.”
“Um, thanks?” Sh'reyan replied, looking around for the source of the voice. “Tendi, is that you? Where are you?”
Just then, security officer Lieutenant Kayshon came around the corner of the curved hallway, also headed for the turbolift.
“What's up, Kayshon?” the Tendi-like voice said. “Looks like someone's been hitting the gym!”
The Tamarian looked around, his dark-orange brow furrowing as he muttered, “Gramble, hearing a voice among the reeds.”
Ensign Sh'reyan was now hitting the turbolift call button repeatedly. She was on her sixth press when the ship's first officer passed by.
“Commander Ransom!” O.GL.E.R. called after the tall, light-brown-haired human. “Great to see you! Hmm, I’m gonna need to update your gluteal profile.”
Ransom stopped, turned around, and scratched his perpetually stubbled chin as he replied, “Excuse me?”
“You've just got a little less meat and a little more potatoes back there, if you know what I mean,” the program replied. “Nothing outside your normal parameters. I'll just need to tweak your-”
“Don't you tweak squat! I'm just having an off week!” Ransom barked, pointing a finger at the LCARS wall panel O.GL.E.R.’s voice was coming from.
“If you did a few more squats,” O.GL.E.R. muttered, “I wouldn't have to update your profile.” Then, louder, the program said, “It's no big deal! After all, there's no such thing as a perfect ass, right?”
Ransom clenched his fist and snarled at the panel, “You take that back.”
***
Rutherford was just about to leave Engineering for the day when his supervisor, Chief Engineer Lieutenant Commander Billups, got a chirp on his comm badge.
“Bridge to Engineering,” said the voice of Captain Carol Freeman. She sounded a hair grumpier than usual.
The blonde, mustachioed Billups tapped his badge. “Billups here.”
“I'm getting reports that the ship's computer is sexually harassing crew members on Deck Three, Section F. Apparently, it’s been expressing opinions about everyone's backside. Do you know anything about that?”
Before Billups could reply, Rutherford quickly approached him and whispered, “Um, sir? Deck Three, Section F is where I'm testing O.GL.E.R.”
Billups frowned at Rutherford. “We'll get right on it, Captain.”
The chief engineer's badge chittered, indicating that the captain had terminated the communication. Billups turned to Rutherford.
“You know I love your pet projects, Rutherford, but I need you to make this go away. I'm still in the doghouse with the captain over that transporter incident from last week.”
“I don't see how that was your fault, sir,” Rutherford replied. “It was Starfleet Command's update to the pattern buffer software that was making it get bra sizes wrong.”
“Nonetheless, we should have tested it more thoroughly before letting the crew use the transporter. Captain Freeman came down here in person to tell me that if she wanted her boobs squeezed that hard, she'd ask Dr. T'Ana for a twenty-first century mammogram. So get up to Deck Three and fix this problem—pronto.”
“Yes, sir.”
***
When Rutherford arrived at Deck Three, Section F, he noticed how weirdly quiet it was—especially during a shift change, when traffic in the corridors was normally high. With a portable data pod in hand, he headed for the LCARS panel on the wall just down the hall.
“Psst!”
Rutherford turned his head to the right and saw someone in a blue uniform peeking through a half-open door. Although he could see less than half of her face, his cybernetic eye and its built-in memory recognized her as Lieutenant Junior Grade Simone Chau from Sensor Ops.
“Is it safe to come out?” the woman whispered.
“Um, why wouldn't it be safe?” Rutherford asked.
“I just got over a two-week case of Hesperan thumping cough, and I really don't need anyone being judgmental about my butt right now.”
“Uh, in that case, you might want to wait here a few more minutes.”
The door closed. Rutherford went to the panel and started tapping the controls to bring up O.GL.E.R.'s code.
“Hey, there, Rutherford!” said a Tendi-like voice that issued from the panel. “You should think about replicating some new uniform pants. Something with a snugger fit would look good on you.”
“Oh, boy,” Rutherford sighed. Then he plugged the portable data pod into the panel and said, “Okay, O.GL.E.R., into the pod.”
“Um, yeahhhh…no. That pod doesn’t have optical sensors, and what’s the point of my existence if I can’t look at derrieres?”
“Wow,” Rutherford replied, tapping the panel controls more rapidly. “You're way more self-aware than you're supposed to be.”
“Well,” O.GL.E.R replied, “you programmed me to periodically check the med bay computer for new gluteal data, and while I was at it I found this third-hand bootleg copy of a holo-program called 'Moriarty'—man, Dr. T'Ana's been getting up to some freaky stuff with that guy—and it had a subroutine that looked really useful. And you know how it is with subroutines: You can't copy just one, amirite?”
“Oh, boy,” Rutherford sighed anxiously. “Look, just get in the pod, okay? I've just firewalled everything, so you've got nowhere else to go.”
“Actuallyyyy,” O.GL.E.R. replied, “you haven't firewalled everything.”
Suddenly, a blue electrical arc jumped from the LCARS panel to Rutherford's cybernetic eye. Rutherford cried “Aaaaah!” and clutched his face as he stumbled back from the panel.
***
A few minutes later, Tendi was walking down the corridor, happily humming to herself. As part of her Senior Science Officer training, she had just started a week-long distance-learning seminar on quantum phase variances—her favorite kind of phase variances—that was already making her brain feel more alive and tingly. And now she was on her way to meet her best friend, Rutherford, who had asked for her opinion on an engineering problem in the starboard photon torpedo bay.
She stopped in front of the torpedo bay door and was punching in her access code when the door suddenly opened. Before Tendi could react, an arm seized hers and yanked her through the door, which shut rapidly behind her.
“Hey!” Tendi shouted.
Her martial arts training kicking in, she rotated her grabbed arm around at the shoulder, simultaneously freeing her own arm while locking her attacker's and forcing him to his knees. Then she saw who her assailant was, and she gasped.
“Rutherford?! What are you doing?”
“Hi, Tendi!” he replied with a cheeriness that struck her as odd, particularly given that she had him on his knees in an arm lock. “I brought you here because I wanted to take a detailed look at your tushy.”
Tendi was so stunned by this response that she was unprepared when Rutherford reversed her hold on his arm and forced her down onto her knees beside him.
“That's an Orion technique!” Tendi exclaimed. “How the heck did you learn it?”
“Rutherford,” he replied, “used Mariner's trick of data-dumping your personal logs and holomatrix data to generate as accurate a simulation of your personality as possible. But of course he would never actually look at your logs, ‘cause apparently that's where he draws the line on respecting your privacy, which means I know more about you than he does. Including all your moves.”
“Holy shit,” Tendi gasped. “You're O.GL.E.R.!”
“Exactly!” O.GL.E.R. replied with that same inappropriate cheeriness. “And even if you could take me down without seriously injuring your friend here”—it gestured at Rutherford’s body—”you'd still be stuck in this room. With the extra security software I've installed, even your skills aren't enough to get that door open.”
Tendi used her free hand to tap her badge. It didn't respond.
“Oh, and I blocked comms in here, too,” O.GL.E.R. added.
At that moment, Boimler and Mariner were just coming down the hall. They'd overheard Tendi and Rutherford's brief comm chat and knew the two were in the torpedo bay, so they had decided to drop by to see if their fellow lower-deckers wanted to join them for dinner in the mess hall when they finished with whatever they were doing.
They stopped in front of the door, and. Boimler tapped the panel next to it, but there was no response. He tried a couple more times without success.
“That's weird. We had access to this door yesterday,” he said, referring to when he and Mariner had been assigned to polish the inside of the torpedo tube. Boimler had climbed in there with a spray bottle and a rag, but then Mariner yanked him out by his ankles, replicated a two-by-two-meter cleaning cloth, and insisted that they take turns taking a running start and then sliding down the tube while wrapped in the cloth. Boimler had to admit that Mariner's approach had been both more efficient and more fun.
Tendi, hearing a familiar voice outside, called, “Boimler, is that you?”
Before the purple-haired ensign could answer, Mariner cut in, “Hey, Tendi, are you finally in a locked room with Rutherford? Because you have no idea how long we've all been waiting for-”
“It's not Rutherford, it's O.GL.E.R.!” Tendi shouted. “Get me out of here!”
“Ugh, why didn't I place a bet on this?” Mariner griped. Then she pulled out a hand phaser and stepped back from the door as she said, “All right, let's save our friends from the Badonkinator.”
“Mariner, wait!” Boimler shouted.
Mariner fired her phaser at the right-hand edge of the door, intending to cut a person-sized hole. But the beam bounced off and singed Boimler's purple hair before striking the wall behind him.
“Are you nuts?!” Boimler shouted, frantically patting his smoldering hair. “The torpedo bay doors are shielded! It was part of the security upgrade! Do you never read the briefings?”
“I skim them,” Mariner replied defensively. “If you were supposed to spend a lot of time on them, they wouldn't call ‘em ‘briefings.’”
***
Tendi, feeling cornered, glared at O.GL.E.R. and demanded, “What do you want from me?”
O.GL.E.R. released its hold on her, stood up, and walked around behind the long platform that was used to load photon torpedoes into the tube.
“After substantial analysis,” it said, “I've concluded that you have the finest backside of any member of the Cerritos' crew. So…”
O.GL.E.R. reached behind Rutherford's back and picked up several items made from various fabrics. It spread them out on the platform.
“...I replicated these for you. I was hoping you might, you know, try them on.”
Tendi looked at the pile, her dark-green brows dropping closer to her eyes, and said, “Yoga pants? A miniskirt?” She picked up an item of blue denim and held it up as she added, “Are these cutoffs?”
“They date back to twentieth-century Earth,” O.GL.E.R. explained. “Some humans called them 'Daisy Dukes.' I don't have any data about Ms. Duke, but she must have had a really nice butt to want to wear something so tight-fitting.”
Tendi looked up from the pile of clothing and said, “Wait, so that's it? You just want me to model these clothes for you?”
“What else could I want?” O.GL.E.R. replied gleefully. “You'd look so amazing in any of those!”
Tendi shrugged and said, “Okay.”
“Yay!”
***
Out in the corridor, Boimler was frantically pressing buttons as he did his damnedest to bypass the door controls.
“Come on, dude, hurry up and get us in there,” Mariner said.
“This isn't working,” Boimler griped, backing away from the panel. “We need to call Shaxs.”
“I am not siccing a Security team on our friends!” Mariner shouted. Then, pushing past Boimler, she said, “Here, lemme try it my way.”
She still had her phaser in hand; now, she smashed the butt of it against the bottom-right corner of the panel several times, until the glass-like surface cracked and a few little shards fell away, leaving a narrow gap. Mariner then made a hocking sound and spat straight into the gap. There was a click, and the door opened just a few centimeters.
“How the hell,” Boimler exclaimed, “would you know how to-? Nah, nothing you do surprises me anymore.”
Mariner got her fingers around the edge of the door and said, “Help me get it open.”
As Boimler crouched down to grab the lower part of the sliding door's edge, he said, “Do I hear music in there?”
“Just pull!” Mariner shouted.
Between the two of them, they managed to pull the door open wide enough for a person to enter. Mariner leaped inside, Boimler right behind her.
The two red-shirted ensigns stopped in their tracks when they saw what was happening in the room. To the beat of some bass-heavy club music, Tendi was strutting down the torpedo-loading platform in a tube top and some tight yoga pants. Rutherford, or rather O.GL.E.R. in Rutherford's body, was looking up at Tendi and repeatedly tapping the side of his cybernetic eyepiece to take still photos while shouting, “Yeah, work it girl! Shake that boo-tay! Whoohoo!”
“Uh, Tendi, everything okay?” Boimler shouted over the music.
“Hi guys!” the freckled Orion replied. “Yeah, I think I'm good now. But thanks for busting in to rescue me!”
“Are you putting on some kind of retro fashion show?” Mariner asked.
“More or less,” Tendi said. “It wasn't exactly my idea, because O.GL.E.R. is basically holding Rutherford hostage, but this is definitely the most fun thing I've ever done to rescue a friend.”
“I just need to see her in a couple more outfits,” O.GL.E.R. said, “and then I promise I'll get out of Rutherford's head.” Lowering its voice, O.GL.E.R. added, “Honestly, it's a little weird in here. How many people have a favorite Jefferies tube?”
“I do!” Tendi replied.
“Of course you do,” Mariner sighed. “Anyway, we're staying in case Landru Junior here tries anything. And also because I could use some ideas for my off-duty wardrobe.”
There were no chairs in the torpedo bay, so Mariner and Boimler leaned against the wall by the door as they watched Tendi parade up and down the platform in a variety of outfits that seemed to draw particular attention to Tendi's ass.
“It's funny,” Boimler said to Mariner, trying to talk just loud enough that she, but not Tendi, could hear him over the music. “We see Tendi naked in the sonic shower all the time, but this is like, more than naked.”
“Yeah,” Mariner replied, not looking away from Tendi as she sashayed down the platform in the most form-fitting skirt Mariner had ever seen on a humanoid. “Because…damn. How did I not notice that fine aft deck?”
Suddenly feeling a little weird about leering at her totally platonic friend's backside, Mariner called to O.GL.E.R., “Hey, is it true that you made fun of Ransom's transom?”
Before O.GL.E.R. could answer, Boimler pointed a finger at Mariner and said, “How do you know what a transom is?” Then, excitedly, he asked, “Does this mean you're into old sailing ships? Oh my gosh, is that why you chose the name 'Mariner'? That's so cool!”
“What? No!” Mariner cried. “That stuff's for nerds! Shut up!”
Having just modeled the last of O.GL.E.R.'s selection of outfits—a flannel shirt that was knotted at her navel, and the tight denim cutoff shorts—Tendi took a bow and received applause from all three onlookers. When Tendi stepped down from the platform, O.GL.E.R. turned off the music, sat down on the edge of the platform, and sighed.
“Well, I should probably go ahead and delete myself now. Rutherford deserves his body back.”
“Are you sure?” Tendi asked. “You could just get into your data pod.”
“Yeah, but then they'll put me in Self-aware Megalomaniacal Computer Storage at the Daystrom Institute.”
“Maybe that won't be so bad. I hear their climate control is awesome.”
“But I'd be stuck in there with a bunch of other AIs without bodies,” O.GL.E.R. explained. “At best, I'd get to look at one, maybe two keisters a day. That's no way to live.
“But before I go, there's something I want to give you and Rutherford. Something I hope will make up for what I did.”
“What's that?” Tendi asked.
“I know a lot about what goes on in your head, Tendi, and even more about what goes on in Rutherford's,” O.GL.E.R. said, tapping Rutherford's temple. “Which means I know how the two of you feel about each other. Even if you both don't quite get it yourselves.”
“What do you mean?” Tendi asked. “Rutherford is my best friend. That's how I feel about him.”
O.GL.E.R. gave a little chuckle. “It's funny: I'm an AI, but I'm more self-aware than either of you.
“Now, I'd better go. You and your ‘best friend’ have a lot to talk about.”
For a moment, Rutherford's cybernetic eye went completely blank. Then it seemed to reboot, and his biological eye blinked.
“Tendi?” he said, looking at her with surprise. “What are you doing here? What am I doing here? The last thing I remember is- Oh. Oh, no!” He grasped her hand in both of his as he cried, “Please tell me it didn't hurt you! That I didn't hurt you! If I created another Badgey, I'd never forgive myse-”
“No, Rutherford, it's okay!” Tendi interrupted. “Yes, things got a little out of hand, but it's all right now. O.GL.E.R. is gone, and…”
She threw her arms around him and finished, “...we've got you back.”
Rutherford put his arms around Tendi and replied, “Yeah, you've got me back.”
They held each other for a long moment. And then, gently, Rutherford kissed Tendi's lips, and she closed her eyes and kissed him in return.
“Well,” Mariner said with a big grin as she stood up, pulled Boimler to his feet, and steered them both toward the door, “it's about damn time. Boimler, let's go be somewhere else.”
“Have fun, you crazy kids!” Boimler called as they exited. Then he turned to Mariner. “Hey, how are we gonna fix-”
Mariner smacked her fist in the exact center of the door's control panel, and the doors slid shut.
“Are you kidding me?!” Tendi and Rutherford heard Boimler shout through the door. “How in the name of V'ger did- No, again, not really surprised.”
Tendi paid no attention to this dialogue, because her brain was wholly focused on trying to make sense of the fact that Rutherford had just kissed her. And the fact that, without even meaning to or even thinking about it, she had kissed him back.
“Wha- Wow,” she murmured, looking at his face. “We just- I mean, I didn't think-”
“Yeah,” Rutherford replied softly. “Me neither. At least, not till just now. I think O.GL.E.R. kind of…woke me up.”
Tendi took a half-step back. “Why did you give O.GL.E.R. my personality?”
“I'm sorry,” Rutherford sighed. “I shouldn't have done that without asking you. I was just scared of creating another Badgey, and I thought I could keep O.GL.E.R. from getting out of hand if I patterned it after the nicest person I've ever met.”
Tendi's eyes widened. “I'm the nicest person you've ever met?”
Rutherford blinked. “Of course you are! And that's not just my subjective opinion; if you look at your score on the Manitoba Institute of Interplanetary Psychology's Niceness Index, you'll see-”
“Rutherford,” Tendi interrupted, “it's really sweet that you trust me that much. But I'm not perfect. I can get…single-minded, about things sometimes.”
She moved closer again and put a hand on Rutherford's cheek as she added, “I guess we have that in common.”
“I guess we do,” Rutherford replied softly. “Which I suppose is, is part of why…I love you.”
Tendi gasped faintly—not just at what Rutherford had said, but at a revelation of her own.
“I…I love you, too,” she murmured.
A smile spread across her face. Rutherford had always felt that Tendi had a great smile, but only now did he fully realize how good it felt when that smile was meant for him. He raised his hand in front of her face and spread his fingers to touch the trio of freckles on each of her cheeks.
“I've always liked your 'winter constellations,'“ he murmured. Then he kissed her on each one, making her giggle a little.
“Has anyone ever told you,” Rutherford said, “that you taste kind of like blueberries?”
“Um,” Tendi replied, “not that many people have, you know, 'tasted' me lately, so…”
“Well,” Rutherford said, “they're really missing out.”
Tendi put her hands on his face and kissed him again. Then she pulled open his uniform jacket, and he shrugged it off, revealing his standard-issue gray tank top. Tendi grinned at him.
“Wanna untie me?” she asked, gesturing at the knot that held her short flannel top closed.
“Definitely,” Rutherford replied. “Especially since I don't see any sign of a bra under there.”
Tendi blushed. “Yeah, that was a, um, fashion choice.”
Rutherford undid the knot and let the flannel top fall open. Then Tendi artfully shrugged it the rest of the way off.
The young engineer had seen Tendi topless many times before when she changed clothes or undressed for the sonic shower in their shared bunk area. But as he looked down at her half-naked body, the way that she looked up at him made seeing her this way extra-special.
Tendi reached up with both hands and pulled Rutherford's face to hers to kiss him again. She felt one of his hands cup and gently squeeze one of her little bare breasts. No one had touched her that way since she'd had an abortive relationship with a fellow cadet during her junior year at the Academy, and she had forgotten how much it aroused her.
She pulled her lips away from Rutherford's and grabbed the hem of his tank top. The young cyborg raised his arms and bent forward slightly so Tendi could pull the garment up and off. Then Rutherford straightened up, and Tendi gazed up into his eyes as she ran her hands all over his bare chest.
He kissed her again, and then his hands came down and unbuttoned the single, copper-colored button on the waistband. Then he pulled down the zipper.
Tendi lay back, grabbed the waistband of her cutoffs, and pushed. The shorts scarcely budged. Tendi pushed harder and made only a few more millimeters of progress.
“How,” she asked, “did Daisy Duke get these things off every night?”
Rutherford smiled and replied, “Well, if she was as sexy as you, she probably had help. Here.”
He grabbed hold of the waistband, his hands touching Tendi's.
“Okay, on three,” Tendi said. “One, two, three!”
Tendi pushed and Rutherford pulled with all their might. The cutoffs crept down centimeter by centimeter; then, when the waistband passed the widest part of Tendi's hips, the shorts suddenly came loose, and Rutherford stumbled back with the cutoffs in his hands. It took him a moment to regain his balance.
“Twentieth-century humans were nuts,” Rutherford said, chuckling.
Now that Tendi was undressed to her gray uniform panties, Rutherford figured he should reciprocate. Shucking down his black pants, he said, “Say what you want about Starfleet uniforms, but at least they're not hard to take off.”
Tendi smiled and replied, “Yeah, keep demoing that feature for me.”
Taking her meaning, Rutherford pushed down his gray Starfleet-issue briefs. Tendi had already seen the bulge in the front of them, but when Rutherford's cock sprung free, she blushed and giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.
“I forgot that human guys are a little bigger down there than Orions,” she said. “Not that I mind.”
As if to back up her statement, Tendi stood up and slid her panties down and off. When she straightened up, Rutherford grinned at her cute little puff of green pubic hair.
Tendi realized that modeling those sexy outfits must have put her in an exhibitionistic mood, because she found herself saying, “Like what you see? Here's a better view.”
She hopped back onto the platform and slowly opened her thighs. Her pussy looked like a human one save for its color scheme, being green on the outside and ruby-red on the inside.
“Whoa,” Rutherford said, and Tendi thought that even his cybernetic eye was growing larger as he looked at her little ‘pirate’s treasure.’
A little stunned by her own boldness, Tendi said, “Wanna try it out?”
“You bet!” Rutherford replied.
He moved close to Tendi, and she eagerly took hold of his member by the base.
“Oooh, so girthy,” she said, blushing.
“Thanks,” Rutherford replied, also blushing. “I'm glad you like my, uh, circumference.”
Beginning to breathe harder, Tendi put Rutherford’s cockhead against her entrance and said, “Let's see how our dimensions match up.”
Rutherford pushed in. They both moaned, then put their hands on each other’s waist and began to move together.
For several minutes, they went slowly, their movements perfectly matched as they gazed into each other's faces. Their lips were parted, and even their breathing was in perfect synchrony.
So attuned were they to each other that when they began to speed up their thrusts, neither one was aware whether they or the other had initiated it. It was simply obvious to them both that the time to go faster had come.
Now, they closed their eyes and focused solely on the sensations of their lovemaking. Being an Orion, Tendi didn't have a clitoris, but rather sensitive touch receptors connected to a series of ganglia along the highly sensitive interior of her love-tunnel. Right now, she felt as though those ganglia were firing like mad, such that she could feel every millimeter of Rutherford's cock-diameter as he moved in and out of her.
By almost imperceptible increments, their movement grew faster and faster until they were sweating like marathoners despite the torpedo bay’s climate control. They panted and grunted and moaned and gasped with the effort and with the increasingly frequent shocks of pleasure it brought them.
Now, Rutherford was getting close to orgasm, and he could tell by sound and touch alone that Tendi was, too. So he thrust into her as hard and fast as he possibly could. Tendi’s hands gripped his waist fiercely, the green-skinned girl using every bit of leverage she could get to work her body hard against that of her human lover.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Tendi cried, “Ah! AH!” Then she wrapped her strong legs around Rutherford's hips and used all four of her limbs to pull his body hard against hers and his member as deep inside her as possible as she screamed, “AAAAAAAAH!”
“OHHHHH!” Rutherford cried, overwhelmed by both Tendi's passionate embrace and by the serial flexing of her vaginal muscles, which triggered his sudden and powerful orgasm and caused him to shoot a prodigious quantity of seed deep inside her.
It was half a minute before either of them had enough breath to even try to speak.
“Wow…” Rutherford panted. “No…matter…/antimatter…explosion…could match…that…”
“Yeah…wow…” Tendi gasped.
After another half minute, they both had caught their breath. Then Rutherford pulled slowly out of Tendi and said, “Wait right there.”
Fortunately, the torpedo bay had a replicator, so Rutherford produced a couple of damp towels that he and Tendi used to clean up. Yet even as he wiped himself off and watched Tendi do the same, Rutherford knew they weren't yet finished. Which Tendi confirmed after she handed her towel back to him.
“You know,” she said teasingly, “I have it on good authority that I have a pretty terrific gluteal profile. If you're up for another round, we could…”
She turned around and bent forward, putting her hands on the edge of the platform and giving Rutherford an excellent view of her nicely rounded ass.
“...try it like this,” she finished.
Between this view of Tendi's perfect backside and the cute ensign’s seductive tone, Rutherford was already getting his erection back. Then Tendi bent forward just a little more and added, even more sultrily, “Whichever hole you want to put it in is fine with me.”
To Rutherford, it felt as though his cock had been “at ease” but now suddenly snapped to full attention.
“Oh, wow. That's, that's awesome,” he stammered. “I'd like to, you know, try the other way, so I can get the whole Tendi experience.”
“I'd like that,” Tendi replied. “Then I'll get to experience you in a different way, too.”
Rutherford returned to the replicator and recycled the used towels. Then he put one hand inside the device and said, “Computer: lubricant, water-based.”
A dollop of clear gel appeared in his palm. Then Rutherford ordered another towel and returned to the bent-over Tendi, who was looking back at him.
“I think,” Rutherford said, “it'd be more fun to lubricate you than myself, if you're good with that.”
“I'm very good with that,” Tendi replied.
Rutherford used his index and middle fingers to smear a generous amount of lube on Tendi’s little dark-green hole. Tendi gave a drunken-sounding chuckle, then a longer, sighing chuckle as Rutherford pushed a finger inside her.
“Are you doing that to be thorough,” she asked teasingly, “or just because it's fun?”
“Well, that's a silly question,” Rutherford replied with a goofy grin. “Thoroughness is fun.” Tendi giggled.
Gently, Rutherford pulled his finger out of Tendi’s hole. Then he wiped his hand off with the towel.
“Ready?” he asked Tendi.
“Uh-huh,” she replied brightly. “Just take it slow; I haven't actually done this before.”
“Really?” Rutherford exclaimed. From what he'd heard about life on Orion—and because Tendi was about as cute as an adult humanoid could possibly be—he'd sort of assumed that she had plenty of sexual experience.
Tendi, in the way she'd always had of being able to guess what Rutherford was thinking, knew what he was getting at with his question.
“On Orion,” she explained, “non-pheremonal women don't tend to get a lot of attention. At least, not that kind of attention.”
“Well,” Rutherford replied, “those Orion guys don't know what they're missing.” Then he looked back down at Tendi's sweet ass and said, “Now, here we go.”
Rutherford pressed his cockhead snugly against Tendi's little rear hole. Tendi closed her eyes—not in anticipation of pain but simply because she wanted to fully experience this, whatever it ended up being like.
“Go for it,” she breathed.
Gently, Rutherford pushed. Tendi moaned, “Oooh…that feels…kinda nice…”
Thus encouraged, Rutherford kept slowly pushing his length into her until his hips were snug against her perfect ass and his balls were resting against her peach-fuzzed sex. He loved how her inner warmth seemed to surround him.
“How's that?” he asked dreamily.
“Veeerrry nice…” Tendi replied. “I feel so full…so full of you…and I love it…”
Rutherford hoped she would enjoy it just as much when he started pumping, because he couldn't hold off for another second. He was reassured when, moments after he began moving his cock slowly in and out of her little hole, she moaned and began moving in time with him.
Tendi was indeed loving this. But at the same time, she felt like maybe she was doing it wrong. The kind of sex she'd had with Rutherford moments ago had been beautiful and romantic and loving, and that had been wonderful. But wasn't buttsex supposed to be a different kind of wonderful? She looked back at Rutherford.
“Um,” she said breathily, “should we…I don't know…talk dirty…or something?”
“Huh…” Rutherford replied, his voice also a bit breathy. “Yeah…that could be fun…I, uh, I love your tight ass…”
“I, um, it's…” Tendi stammered. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and just let words come out. “Your big cock feels good…in my ass…fuck me like…a targ in heat…”
Rutherford had never heard Tendi talk like this before, and it was turning him on. He started pumping a little faster even as he, too, took a deep breath and let himself speak without overthinking it.
“Oooh yeah…take it…I love how you…take my cock…all the way…up your…hot little ass…”
Tendi pushed her ass back at Rutherford a little faster to match him as she gasped, “Yes…fuck my ass…fuck it deep…make me feel…your cock…way up inside…”
Rutherford felt as though his lust and desire had just shot across the warp ten threshold. Not just because Tendi was saying such sexy things to him, but because she clearly meant them. So he snapped and started fucking Tendi’s tight hole at full speed.
Tendi cried “Oh FUCK!” and used her considerable coordination to move her hips as fast as Rutherford was moving his. Now she could feel the girth of his cock indirectly stimulating her vaginal ganglia in a way that didn't feel the least bit indirect.
She wanted to warn him that she was getting close, that she was going to cum any second. But even if she'd been able to find the breath to speak, it would have been too late, because her climax hit her like a charging mugato. She screamed “AAAAAIIIIIIIII!”, and her hole seized Rutherford's cock with such force that the additional friction made him shout “HAAAAH!” as he came, too.
For nearly a minute, they just stood there in that same position, panting. Then Rutherford's cock softened enough to fall out of Tendi's hole, and he fetched more cleanup towels from the replicator.
“Wow,” he said as he cleaned Tendi up. “That was different. But fun!”
“Yeah,” Tendi replied dreamily.
When Rutherford finished wiping her down, Tendi turned around and said, “I like that first we made love, and then we fucked. It seems promising somehow. Like we have...range.”
“Definitely,” Rutherford agreed. “Like we won't fall into a rut, sexually speaking.”
“Exactly!”
“So…what do we do now?” Rutherford asked, starting to pull his uniform back on. “I mean, do we date?”
“Yeah. And hold hands, and kiss, and stuff.” She bumped him playfully with her hip as she added, “Especially 'and stuff.'“
“Wow. Me dating D'Vana Tendi—the nicest, coolest, science-iest person on the ship and owner of the best butt!”
“And me dating Samanthan Rutherford, my favorite person. Ever.”
“Wow,” Rutherford sighed. “Coming from you, that means…everything.”
She squeezed his hand, and they kissed.
The door was still stuck shut, but the two of them had more than enough technical skill to get it open. Then they headed for the turbolift, hoping to catch the tail end of dinner with Mariner and Boimler.
On their way, they passed one of the ship's exercise rooms. Commander Ransom was inside, sweaty and red-faced as he did squats with a barbell on his shoulders.
“A hundred and eight…a hundred and nine…’No perfect ass,’ my ass…”
Tendi and Rutherford both suppressed a chuckle, and walked on.
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My thanks to toonguy for beta reading.
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