From dimitri@ihug.co.nz Tue Mar 11 07:11:07 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.telstra.net!nsw1.news.telstra.net!ihug.co.nz!news From: dimitri@ihug.co.nz (Dimitri Maximoff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Star Trek : TNG 2/3 m/f f/f oral Date: 11 Mar 1997 12:11:07 GMT Organization: Chicano Enterprises Lines: 65 Message-ID: <5g3i4r$14q@newsource.ihug.co.nz> NNTP-Posting-Host: 203.29.161.210 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (x86 32bit) Data and Worf stood outside holoroom 1, they watched Riker standing alone in the room, he could not hear their crys to him. "If only we could go inside," muttered Worf,"Why doesn't he come out?" "He has opened the doors," said Data,"But he is seeing the door from another time, and it is still closed." Riker walked over to the door and tryed the manual release, the door remained opened to them, but to Riker it was obviously still closed, he sat down and suddenly turned his head, he was engrossed in watching something. "Obviously he is seeing something," said Worf,"Why can we not?" "We would have to be in the timepocket itself, but look, he's walking now." Riker was walking on the spot, but to him he could be walking briskly down a street, he stopped and said something, they could register what, he nodded in satisfaction and walked to the doors, he mouthed the word open and then smiled broadly at Data and Worf. "Commander Riker......." began Worf, but then Riker stepped out of the holoroom and disappeared. Deanna sat on Data's bed and watched as Beverly pulled something out of a closet, it looked like a human body, only with yellow skin. "Data?" she asked, confused. "No no no," said Beverly, smiling as she tipped drunkenly to the side,"Not Data, it's his brother - Lore." "Lore," said Deanna with a grin,"Wasn't he a bad boy?" Beverly smiled,"Who cares, I want a good fuck and he can give it to me." "But he's an android," said Deanna,"You can't fuck him." Beverly staggered to her feet,"You can't tell me you didn't feel jealous of Tasha when she got to fuck Data?" she was referring to one of their first missions, when they had been infected by a virus that reduced all inhibitions - even Data had been affected to a certain degree and had had sex with Tasha Yar - the late chief of security. Beverly pulled the sagging form of Lore to it's feet and pressed a button in it's side, it jerked up and around and then collapsed. "So much for that," said Deanna sadly,"You broke him." But Lore did not stay down, he sat up and pressed a hand to his forehead,"Oooohhh, do I have a cramp or what." He looked around and saw Beverly and Deanna, he took in the situation instantly,"You both show high blood alcohol levels, and I detect the scent of sexual arousement,"He wagged his finger and smiled,"What do you naughty girls want?" Deanna was delighted, he was like a gigolo that didn't want to be paid - at least not in monetary terms,"I wanna get laid, but I want my pleasure to be the main concern." "Hey," said Lore,"I live to serve, but what do I get for my troubles?" "You get to stay turned on," said Beverly angrily,"And you better not try any tricks on us - I know where your off button is." Lore thought things over for a few brief seconds, then he smiled broadly. "Who goes first?" Riker knew it was impossible, his ship was the Enterprise E, but he stood on the Enterprise D - and no timepocket could take him to another ship. He was at least invisible, for now anyway, and it was with some amusement that he watched his younger self - beardless - chatting with Wesley Crusher. He wished he knew the stardate, this was obviously an early mission - he couldn't help but wonder if he had been given the powers of the Q yet. Then he noticed that his younger self was talking into the communicator, he rushed of and Wesley looked dejected, Riker hadn't realised just how much the young genius worshipped him.