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- 1-Fitness for Duty
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Time’s Error
by George Glass
Summary: The United Federation of Planets is a near-perfect society where peace, healthy lifestyles, and free love reign. After the USS Cerritos is summoned to Starfleet Headquarters on Dulaine, the Federation’s founding planet, the Lower Deckers begin to notice strange goings-on aboard ship.
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Chapter 1: Fitness for Duty
It was nearly 1800 hours, and Lieutenant Junior Grade Bradward Boimler had just returned to his quarters from his thirty-minute end-of-shift circuit training class. The class, combined with the hour of Dulainian yoga he’d done that morning before his shift began, completed the minimum ninety minutes of exercise required daily of Starfleet officers.
The circuit workout had been short but intense, so Boimler was fairly sweaty. He peeled off the red crop top that constituted the top half of his uniform, revealing his pale and slender but well-toned chest, and dropped the garment into the cleaner slot on the wall. Now wearing just his black uniform shorts, he sat down on the edge of his bed and grabbed his padd to look at while he waited for his roommates to return.
A minute later, Beckett Mariner entered. She, too, had a sheen of perspiration that made her tight, bare stomach and legs glisten.
“Hey, Boims, what’s up?” she said.
“I’m just choosing my fitness activities for next week,” the purple-haired human replied. “I’ve got Sunday through Thursday figured out, but for Friday morning, I can’t make up my mind between mok’bara and jazzercise.”
“Aw, they put mok’bara and jazzercise at the same time?” Mariner groaned. Then she looked over Boimler’s shoulder at his padd. “Oooh, but I could do mok’bara in the morning and pole dancing at end of shift. I haven’t been shaking my groove thing nearly enough lately.”
“Well, you do have a pretty nice groove thing,” Rutherford said, walking in with Tendi and T’lyn. “Seems like it deserves regular shaking.” Mariner grinned at him and smacked herself on her tight, toned backside.
“Is there still Dulainian pilates on Wednesdays?” Tendi asked, leaning down to look at Boimler’s padd.
“Seriously?” Boimler scoffed. “There’s Dulainian pilates, like, every day.”
“As Dulaine is a founding planet of the Federation,” T’lyn added, “it is logical that Dulainian forms of exercise comprise a substantial portion of the Starfleet fitness regimen.”
“The Dulainians have a lot going for them,” Tendi said. “They design great space elevators-”
“They call them orbital lifts,” Boimler cut in. Mariner rolled her eyes.
“-and great workouts,” Tendi finished. “Did you know that almost every planet that joins the Federation gets about a 5-year increase in average lifespan?”
“I bet the clean eating helps, too,” Rutherford said. “And all the boning.”
After their promotion to lieutenants junior grade, the five Lower Deckers had moved out of their hallway bunks and selected a single large room on Deck Five, not far from Gymnasium C. Like all quarters for officers in the lieutenant grades, the room featured modular beds that could be fit together in various configurations. At the moment, two of the five beds were connected side by side, while the other three were set up with two of them side by side and the third crosswise along the heads of the first two, making a neat rectangle. This enabled each of the five Lower Deckers to sleep with at least one partner yet be able to get up without disturbing them if needed. To prevent confusion and arguments, Rutherford and T’lyn had devised a rotating schedule indicating who would sleep in which bed each night. Of course, the schedule allowed a certain amount of flexibility for nights when one of them slept in someone else’s quarters, or when they invited others to spend the night with them.
“Since we are all here,” T’lyn said, “I wish to make an announcement. According to Dr. T’Ana’s biometric scans, I will be entering pon farr in approximately eleven days. I will provide the exact date when that information becomes available. In any case, I invite you to join me for the traditional celebratory orgy.”
“For sure!” Tendi said, then hugged T’lyn, who returned the embrace without obvious enthusiasm. “I wouldn’t miss my science-bestie’s pon farr!”
“Who’s gonna be your fuck-buddy?” Mariner asked T’lyn. “I mean, I know a bunch of guys are going to bang you before it’s over, but who’s gonna be first at the plate?”
“I have not yet chosen my initial partner,” T’lyn replied. “Although I have compiled a list of males aboard ship who are potentially suitable.”
“Are you going to make them fight for it?” Rutherford asked.
“Wow, is that a thing?” Tendi asked. “I mean, not that I want to watch a bunch of guys fight.” She seemed to gaze right through the bulkhead in front of her as she added, “A bunch of horny, sweaty guys…maybe in loincloths…grabbing each other…rolling around…”
“My plans do not include ritual combat,” T’lyn replied. “Barring any unforeseen complications, there will be light hors d’oeuvres and beverages in the ship’s lounge, followed by the traditional ceremony and orgy, then a cleansing and a hearty meal.”
“Sounds great!” said Boimler.
Looking at her purple-haired colleague, T’lyn said, “I would like to request your assistance in selecting the menu items. Your unusually high metabolism appears to have given you a special relationship with food. Your borderline-pathological perfectionism may also be useful in this task.”
Taking no offense, Boimler replied, “I’d be honored! And speaking of food, my stomach’s starting to growl. Can we hit the showers and get to the mess hall?”
Everyone agreed that this was a good plan. So, leaving their comm badges—which had a stylized sun shape—on their respective nightstands, the five officers stripped off their uniforms and underwear and tossed them in the cleaner slot.
“Did you know,” Mariner said as they walked naked down the corridor, “that before Earth joined the Federation, people used to wrap themselves in a towel when they were heading for the sonic showers? I mean, it’s sonic. You don’t get wet. So what’s the towel for?”
“I think pre-Fed humans had a lot of body shame,” Rutherford answered.
“Shame is one of the more constructive human emotions,” T’lyn said, “in that it inhibits behaviors that could be harmful to societal cohesion. However, I am uncertain of the utility of being ashamed of one’s own body.”
“Same here,” said Boimler. “Glad those days are long over. I mean, not that I wouldn’t love to stand on the deck of the NX-01 Enterprise, but I wouldn’t want to live there.”
After getting clean and dressed, the quintet headed for the mess hall, passing Lieutenant Steve Levy in the corridor. The blue-uniformed human with the slightly swoopy brown hair didn’t make eye contact with any of them, but just hurried away down the hall.
“Did Lieutenant Levy look kind of nervous to you guys?” Tendi asked as they sat down with their replicated dinners.
“Sure,” Mariner replied, digging her fork into her salmon with yogurt dill sauce. “But paranoia is Levy’s baseline emotional state.”
“Yeah,” Boimler agreed as he scooped hunks of grilled chicken, onions, and black beans into his lettuce wrap, “I wouldn’t read too much into it. He told me the other day that the subspace aliens that were snatching people off the Galaxy-class Enterprise weren’t real, and the whole thing was just the result of a hallucinogenic mist.”
Mariner snorted. “It figures the only documented case of subspace-alien abduction is the one Levy doesn’t believe in.”
“A science officer should maintain a certain degree of skepticism,” T’lyn said, scooping up a forkful of her quinoa bowl. “However, that skepticism should be applied equally to subspace aliens and hallucinogenic gases.”
“Speaking of gases,” Mariner said, pointing her fork at Boimler’s plate, “if you want to get any tonight, go easy on those beans.”
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That night, per the Lower Deckers’ agreed-upon schedule, Mariner, Boimler, and Tendi shared the triple bed while Rutherford and T’lyn took the double. All were in their sleepwear: Tendi wore a short blue nightgown, Boimler had on burgundy silk pajamas with the top unbuttoned to his navel, and Mariner wore a loose-fitting red crop top and shorts of soft cotton. To the amusement of those three, Rutherford and T’lyn were dressed almost identically, both of them wearing black satin shorts and crop tops.
“You know,” Tendi said, putting a hand on Mariner’s thigh while simultaneously pillowing her head on Boimler’s thigh, “I feel like I don’t completely have a handle on human sex yet. I think I need more training on your erogenous zones.”
“Really?” Boimler replied. “I mean, after four years at the Academy, and all these months with us?”
“I didn’t have that many human sex partners at the Academy,” Tendi explained. “Most of my friends there were Dulainians, plus a couple of Romulans. And I was always so busy with my studies that I probably didn’t have sex more than a couple times a week the whole four years I was there.”
“Only a couple times a week?” Mariner replied. “Man, I slept around so much at the Academy that sometimes I forgot which dorm room was mine.”
“I was pretty focused on my studies, too,” Boimler said to Tendi. “Most of my sexual experiences were during breaks. All the girls on the raisin farm kept wanting to give me blowjobs for some reason. God, I hate that place.” Tendi looked at him quizzically.
Meanwhile, Rutherford turned to his bed partner. “Hey, T’lyn, wanna make out?”
“Is it your intention,” the Vulcan replied, “that this osculation will progress to sexual intercourse?’
Rutherford shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
“Then I will participate. My laboratory work today has caused significant tension in my shoulders and upper back.”
Rutherford nodded. He knew that Vulcans experienced involuntary muscle relaxation in response to sexual penetration—a reflex the prodigiously strong species was believed to have evolved to avoid hurting each other during intercourse.
Rutherford and T’lyn rolled onto their sides and kissed. As always, Rutherford found the Vulcan woman’s lips cool but not cold, and as the kissing continued and deepened, they soon warmed up.
Without interrupting their kissing, T’lyn rolled Rutherford on top of her and clasped his hips between her thighs. This position, she believed, would be particularly conducive to sexual arousal for them both.
On the triple bed, Boimler, Mariner, and Tendi had stripped off their sleepwear. All three were sitting up; Tendi and Mariner kissed each other while Boimler fondled Tendi’s perky breasts from behind. Soon, Boimler’s fingertips moved to the Orion’s increasingly erect dark-green nipples, and the girl made a little scream into Mariner’s mouth as her body shuddered.
Mariner broke off the kiss, grinned at Tendi, and said, “One mini-gasm down, lots to go.”
Some considered Orion women to be the luckiest females in the galaxy because they could get off from many different types of stimulation, including oral and nipple attention. And many people who enjoyed sex with Orion women considered themselves lucky that all such women were multi-orgasmic; otherwise, sex with one could literally be over before it began.
Tendi giggled at Mariner’s comment, then said, “But I wanna learn how to make you guys feel good.”
Mariner lay back on the bed and said, “In that case, let’s get you a little more familiar with the clitoris.”
“Oooh, good idea,” Tendi replied. “A lot of Orions call the human clitoris ‘the mystery button’ because nobody knows what it’s connected to or how to use it.”
“The anatomy of the clitoris is really fascinating,” Boimler said. “Even though it just looks like a little nub, it’s actually a complex organ that extends-”
“Boimler,” Mariner interrupted, “I know Tendi would love an anatomy lesson, but right now, let’s have less lecture and more demo.”
“In that case,” Boimler replied, turning to Tendi, “the first thing you need to learn about the clitoris is that unless your partner is already super-horny, you can’t start there. You need to get her warmed up first.”
“Right, of course,” Tendi replied. “What’s your favorite warm-up activity, Mariner?”
“Well, having two people suck my titties is pretty high on the list.”
“Nice!” Tendi replied. “I love titties. Isn’t it amazing that almost every humanoid species in the galaxy has them, whether they’re mammals or not? I mean, evolutionarily speaking, what are the odds?”
“Tendi,” Mariner warned, “don’t question the titties, just suck them.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Tendi replied, giving Mariner a little mock salute. Then she lowered her face to Mariner’s chest and took one of the human’s dark-brown nipples in her mouth.
Boimler did the same with Mariner’s other nipple while also reaching across the woman’s stomach to caress Tendi’s shapely ass. Tendi giggled around Mariner’s nipple and reached over Mariner’s legs and between Boimler’s thighs to play gently with Boimler’s balls. She found human testes intriguing; not every species’ males had external gonads. Besides, she liked how warm they felt in her hand.
Rutherford and T’lyn were dry-humping with increasing energy as they made out. The silk of their shorts was slick enough to allow plenty of movement and thin enough to make rubbing their genitals together quite pleasurable. Rutherford enjoyed the activity in and of itself and also thought of it as a nice preview of the main event.
T’lyn, meanwhile, could feel her vaginal moisture level increasing. Approximately fifty more seconds of this and I will be ready for intercourse, she thought.
“Oooh,” Mariner sighed, “you guys are definitely getting me warmed up. You can start on my clit any time.”
Still sucking Mariner’s nipple, Tendi took her hand from between Boimler’s thighs and put it between Mariner’s. Boimler reached over, took Tendi’s hand, and put her index finger just above the hood of Mariner’s clit. Boimler moved Tendi’s fingertip in small circles, then released Tendi’s hand and let the cute Orion keep rubbing Mariner’s love-button on her own. Mariner started breathing harder.
Rutherford, too, was interested in doing a bit of digital stimulation. He had reached down into T’lyn’s silk shorts and was now moving his finger around inside her wet pussy.
“What are you doing with your finger?” T’lyn asked, her breath heavy in Rutherford’s ear.
“Just lookin’ for your V-spot.”
“That term,” T’lyn breathed, “is neither accurate nor amusing. The anatomic structure you speak of is a ring of highly innervated muscular tissue that comprises approximately the middle eleven percent of a Vulcan female’s vaginal channel. Therefore, you must push your finger at least one-point-five centimeters farther inside me.”
“Got it.”
Rutherford looked down at his finger where it entered T’lyn’s pussy. Being able to make precise visual measurements with his cybernetic eye, he increased his finger’s penetration by exactly one and a half centimeters, then resumed rubbing.
“Yes,” T’lyn said, “that is more- Oh. Oh, yes, you have located it.”
Boimler stopped sucking Mariner’s breast and looked at Tendi. She, too, had stopped sucking Mariner’s nipple and had moved down between the young human woman’s tawny legs so that she could see what she was doing as she rubbed Mariner’s clit. Which gave the increasingly hard-and-horny Boimler an idea.
“Hey Tendi,” he said, “you want to get boned from behind while you’re doing that?”
Now that she had a direct view of Mariner’s clit, Tendi felt that she would be able to keep rubbing it correctly even with some…distraction. Besides, Mariner was making little moans of pleasure, which were turning Tendi on.
“Sure!” Tendi replied.
She kept her head and shoulders down but got up on her knees to put her ass at proper fucking-height. Boimler knelt behind her and saw how her pussy glistened with the clear, gel-like natural lubricant that sexually aroused Orion women secreted. He put his hard cock between her pussy-folds, knowing that exact placement didn’t matter; the Orion vulva was shaped like a shallow funnel, so when Boimler pushed a little, his cockhead slid right to Tendi’s entrance. Then, slowly, he pushed his whole length in.
The inside of Tendi’s Orion pussy felt a little different from a human one, in that Boimler could feel individual rings of muscle squeezing his cock and stimulating his glans as he began to move in and out of her. One of Boimler’s freshman-year dorm-mates at Starfleet Academy had described the Orion vaginal tract as “ribbed for his pleasure,” and the guy hadn’t been wrong.
“Oooooh,” Tendi sighed. “Human cocks are nice…that little curve they have does good things inside me…”
“And you’re really getting the hang of the human clitoris,” Mariner said, reaching down and running a hand through Tendi’s pixie-cut green hair. “Now try picking up the pace a little.”
Tendi rubbed Mariner’s clit faster, making Mariner breathe harder. At the same time, she could hear growling and grunting through the wall.
Sounds like Kornak’s getting his freak on tonight, too, Mariner thought. Like many Klingons, their neighbor Lieutenant JG Kornak tended to be loud in bed.
Unlike Mariner, T’lyn heard none of this, because her attention was focused on just two things: manually stimulating Rutherford’s cock, and absorbing the sensations the young human was giving her. She had allowed Rutherford to continue fingering her vagina longer than was strictly necessary for her to become ready for intercourse, but the sensations were quite pleasurable. For a human who had no previous experience with this stimulation technique, Rutherford had become surprisingly adept at it in a short time.
Nonetheless, T’lyn was anxious to move on to the principal activity for this liaison. So she let go of Rutherford’s cock and looked at his face.
“I am ready for penetration,” she breathed.
“Oh, yeah, me too,” Rutherford replied.
Their black silk pajama bottoms were already halfway off; now they landed gently on the floor along with the tops. The naked T’lyn lay down on her back and spread her legs, wordlessly inviting Rutherford to mount her.
Smiling, he accepted the invitation and got on top of her. Then he made a happy little grunt and, taking it slow, pushed his cock inside her.
“Aaaaahhhhh…” T’lyn sighed, both from the pleasure of Rutherford’s cock sliding into her and from the relaxation it induced in every voluntary muscle in her body. She hung her newly relaxed arms around Rutherford’s shoulders and closed her eyes, and then her hips began to move in time with her partner’s.
Tendi was enjoying the gentle way in which Boimler fucked her from behind as she rubbed Mariner’s clit. But, as it often did, Tendi’s curiosity was getting the better of her. Now that she had a good grasp of how to stimulate a human vagina manually, she wanted to try another method.
So Tendi stopped rubbing, lowered her head all the way down to the surface of the bed between Mariner’s thighs, and began tonguing the young human woman’s clit.
“Ooooh, Tendi,” Mariner sighed, “I think you’re a natural…”
Boimler was loving this. Not only was Tendi now in a perfect face-down-ass-up position, which was the most flattering way for a woman to display her ass in Boimler’s opinion, but watching a woman eat out another woman always turned him on. So he fucked Tendi a little faster.
Rutherford and T’lyn were picking up their pace, too. Rutherford was doubly motivated to speed up the fucking; not only was he getting increasingly horny, but the added friction was warming up T’lyn’s previously room-temperature pussy. All things being equal, Rutherford liked ‘em hot.
T’lyn worked her body harder against Rutherford’s, endeavoring to enhance her pleasure and his. Since her transfer from a Vulcan science ship to a Starfleet vessel, she had spent some time reading about the sexual biology and practices of other Federation races, including humans, and she had learned that human males generally reached orgasm more quickly than the females. There were times when this was a disadvantage, and T’lyn had to take steps to ensure that her human partner would last long enough for both him and her to be satisfied. However, right now, T’lyn craved the sensation of hot human semen deep inside her, so she wanted to help Rutherford reach orgasm as soon as possible.
“Oh fuck!” Mariner gasped as Tendi’s agile tongue worked Mariner’s clit. “Oh God! Tendi! I’m gonna- FUUUUUCK!”
Mariner’s smooth thighs closed around Tendi’s head as the human woman climaxed. This didn’t stop Tendi from continuing to lick Mariner’s clit; she hadn’t been sure she was doing it right and was glad for this proof that she was.
The moment her climax was over, even though she was panting for breath, Mariner scooted her body down. Tendi, now moving forward and back a little as Boimler continued pumping her from behind, got up on all fours so that Mariner could slide underneath her. Then the two women made out like crazy.
Rutherford and T’lyn were now fucking at full speed. Rutherford knew that at this stage, T’lyn liked a good hard pounding, so he was giving her everything he had. Likewise, T’lyn was thrusting her hips against Rutherford’s as forcefully as her relaxed muscles would allow.
“My…climax…is…approaching…” T’lyn gasped.
“Mine…too…” Rutherford grunted. “I’m…actually…gonna…NNNGH!”
Although Federation culture encouraged people to be honest about their sexual preferences, T’lyn had one fetish that she had confessed only to her friends: She very much enjoyed the sensation of hot semen coming into contact with her cervix. This was not a sensation that a Vulcan male could give her, but because most of the other Federation races were warm-blooded, T’lyn had experienced it several times since her transfer to the Cerritos. She had become sufficiently enamored with it that now, when it came to selecting a male partner for coitus, she usually chose one from an endothermic species.
So when Rutherford fired his hot load of cum into T’lyn, the Vulcan cried out “AAAAH!” and clutched Rutherford’s body tightly to her own.
“Mmmmmph!” Tendi exclaimed into Mariner’s mouth as Boimler’s thrusting cock launched her into the clouds of bliss. Then Boimler shrieked “AAIIII!” and came inside Tendi’s clutching love-tunnel.
Panting, the five Lower Deckers climbed off of one another and lay down on their backs side by side.
“That was…awesome…” Tendi gasped.
“Most…satisfactory…” T’lyn agreed.
“Oh hell yeah,” said Boimler.
Only now did any of them notice how loud the grunting from the next room had become. Then they heard a deep male voice shout, “Ka’plah!”
“Kornak doesn’t lack for enthusiasm,” Boimler said, chuckling.
“Dude!” Mariner shouted at the wall. “You don’t have to yell that every time you cum!”
Looking over at Mariner, T’lyn said, “It is a point of Dulainian philosophy not to pass judgment on what others say at the peak of sexual ecstasy.”
Mariner yawned. “Well, I’m getting too tired to be judgmental, anyway.” She lay down, putting an arm around Tendi, and said, “I’ll just clean up in the morning. G’night, you guys.”
“Rest well, colleagues,” T’lyn said, knowing that the instruction was useless save that it was part of the group’s nightly ritual, and that such rituals could promote better sleep.
“G’night, everybody,” Tendi said, already sounding sleepy.
“Night, all,” Boimler said.
“G’night,” Rutherford said.
In moments, they were all sound asleep.
***
Cargo Bay 2 was only dimly lit. So even if any member of the Cerritos’ crew had been there, they would have seen only the silhouettes of the four figures that stood among the crates of supplies.
“Go to your designated areas,” a tall figure said. “We have much to do.”
They separated, and disappeared into the shadows.
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