Seven of Nine Does Seven of Nine
by Emmah (address withheld)

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Seven of Nine becomes a team player. (sci-fi, parody)

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"Seven, I called you to my quarters because we've been 
presented with a unique opportunity. Voyager is 
approaching the fringe of a super string which has 
created a time anomaly. Although we can't use it to get 
back to the earth of our own time, Tuvok has calculated 
that we can go back to 2001. 

As you know the Olympics in this sector is about to 
begin and we've been trounced at holo-baseball for 
years. We think we can transport the Yankees, a team 
that won 212 championships, here for a few days; that 
is, if they'll agree to play for us. This is not part 
of your official duties, but will you take the 
assignment of convincing them to come?" 

"Of course Captain, but why me? I am not familiar with 
the game or that period of earth's history." 

"Seven, you know that the universal age of space 
exploration was followed by the age of scientific 
endeavor. Before 2100 on earth, mankind's history was 
concerned with mostly one thing, sex. These are men; 
you're an attractive woman. I think you can make them 
see 'reason'." 

"Understood Captain." 

"Oh and Seven, don't tell them that Rivera blows it in 
the bottom of the ninth of the World Series in 2001." 

"Of course Captain." 

After Voyager's insertion into earth's orbit, the ship 
was cloaked and Seven was transported to the ladies 
room of the Doubles Club in which the Yankees were 
celebrating their latest victory. It was located in the 
Hilton hotel. Her appearance caused a stir, not because 
of the remnants of Borg technology that adorned her 
face and hand, but because they were looking at the 
most spectacular body extant on the earth of that time. 
Her huge blue eyes, creamy skin and full lips didn't 
hurt either. 

The data banks had told her all she needed to know and 
she recognized the team members immediately. One by one 
she spoke to them with her sweet lips and tongue 
tantalizing their ears with darting touches as she 
whispered. In short order they all assembled in a 
penthouse suite. 

"Gentlemen, we need your expertise." She explained the 
situation. "As an inducement…" Seven unfastened the 
unforgiving body suit with a touch and stood naked 
before them. Her boobs stood impossibly high and the 
shock was that they were natural. Her waist was 
impossibly small and it accentuated the hips that 
framed a pink and perfect pussy. Her ass could make a 
grown man cry. 

Almost to a man they thought, "This is a nut case"; but 
nine hard bats were ready to step up to the plate. 
Resistance was futile. 

"Mr. Martinez" Seven said, "You are the first baseman 
therefore you may throw the first pitch. Designate a 
hole and proceed." 

Tino wasn't quite sure but he figured she was asking 
him where he wanted to do her. He pointed to the pouty 
bee stung lips. Seven bent at the waist and took out 
his lumber. As it disappeared deep down Seven of Nine's 
throat, Tino opened his eyes and in an unusual display 
of verbosity said, "Whoa." (You know who's in line to 
play Tino in the movie version) 

The sight of that ass in that position was too much for 
Soriano. He approached, held her hips and prepared to 
enter. Seven's mouth slid off Tino and she firmly 
addressed the second baseman. "I know you're used to 
being the pivot man but there will be no 'double plays' 
here. Please await your turn; you are up next." He 
sheepishly pulled back as Seven concluded Tino's turn 
at bat. 

Soriano chose the nether entrance and it was one, two, 
three and out. "Mr. Brosius, you are up," said Seven - 
and he was. She gave an appreciative glance and added 
"That is quite a 'Louisville Slugger.' 

Scott chose 'missionary' but was anything but reverend 
in the way his hard individuated strokes singled up her 
middle. He filled her and fit her like a glove. The 
team heard their first human-Borg orgasm. (Something 
like two wolves coming in harmony) 

Peanuts and beer were passed around and Jeter 
approached the mound. His taste buds were tingling and 
he added Seven's exotic juices to his palette. He was 
later heard to say it was a cross between pineapple and 
clam. As his tongue pleasured from her ass to her pussy 
his fingers rolled her nipples and traced her lips and 
ears with a teasing touch. As far as Seven was 
concerned, he was four for four and in the running for 
M.V.P. 

Chuck Knoblauch waddled up after Jeter scored and Seven 
looked down from her imperious height. "Mr. 
Knoblauchead, I have seen you attempt to throw a ball. 
B'Adeana's five year old is more accurate. I am sorry 
but there will be no 'pussy' as you call it, for you 
tonight. 

"The battery comes next" Seven announced. 

Andy Pettitte came to the mound. Due to the peculiarity 
of his pitching motion, the big lefty's dick was also a 
'lefty'. Seven angled her head to meet its gaze. 
"You've got quite a curve Mr. Pettitte." He could only 
give her an 'aw shucks' look as he turned crimson. 

His battery mate came to his assistance and was 
satisfied just to watch and give the signals. Pettitte 
peered in and Posada flashed one finger toggled to the 
left: an inside hard one. Andy regained his confidence 
and gave Seven the hard one inside. Posada showed three 
and petite came in with a punishing splitter. Seven, 
like many who've faced the pounding pitcher, was off 
balance. After teasing her with a couple of balls 
outside, Pettitte came home with the money shot. The 
wolves howled and the crowd cheered. 

Seven bounced up and said, "Mr. O'Neill, I am 
interested in seeing if your intensity on the field 
extends into other areas. Paul extended deeply into 
other areas and showed the staying power of a hall-of-
famer. His anxiously awaiting teammates began yelling 
and cheering, "Come on Paul... come on... come on." It 
seemed he would be up forever. Seven threw him a tricky 
curve and he finally popped out. Even though he did, 
Seven pronounced him 'good competitor.' 

The center fielder, true to his calling headed straight 
for Seven's. He was having trouble settling into the 
box and indeed was called for two fouls when banged 
into the wrong area. Seven told him, "One more and 
you're out." 

Bernie is at his most dangerous, oh and two and 
snatched victory on his last swing. He went deep into 
the gap and Seven was unprepared. He's quicker than he 
looks and he shot around the mound for an inside the 
parker. 

When they were done a few of the Yankees were admiring 
seven's strength and her ability to take on all of them 
so effortlessly. "How do you do it, the panting Bernie 
Williams asked?" 

"I just take it one guy at a time, try not to beat 
myself and give 110%" 

Seven suited up and said, "Are you gentlemen ready to 
go to the ship?" 

They looked at each other, winked and laughed, "Sure." 

They heard the beep of her communicator before she 
said, "Ten to beam up."