“Captain, we have a situation,” said Holts.
“Join the club,” said Hunt without turning his chair around. He glanced at the chronometer on his desk and he sighed. In two more hours the Qormar would be on board the ship and if he still cannot find a way to stop the outbreak of the sex fever on Starlight, they would have to cancel. Not wise, according to H'loor who insists that they complete the trade for the star maps. Hunt knew the T'aal was right, the maps from the stellar merchants could help cut short their search for a new home.
“Captain?”
“Never mind commander, what seems to be the problem?”
“Our sensors detect six ships in attack formation on an intercept course.”
“What? Do you know who?” said Hunt sitting up.
“They just came into range, we can't tell as yet. The H'loor think they might be pirates, since we are in the quiet part of the trade route.
“ETA?”
“Six hours sir,” said Holts. “This means we need to get the maps and get outta here as fast as possible.”
“Great,” said Hunt and tapped on his scarab. “Doctor, I need some good news.”
“Well Jon, we have found a way to counteract the chemical imbalance,” said Dr. DeSalle over the comm. “However, the treatment would be useless we can't find and treat patient X. Without getting to the source of this outbreak, we wouldn't be able to stem this completely.”
“I sent H'loor over to sickbay to help you, what does he think?” asked Hunt.
“He was here, I showed him the data and, well, he sorta just walked out in a hurry,” said DeSalle.
“Maybe he knows what it is.”
“I hope so. Jon, over 70 percent of the crew has been infected, we need to act fast,” said DeSalle. “Meanwhile, I suggest you resist sexual contact with anyone.”
“Just find me patient X, doctor.”
…..
Lieutenant Dave Sparr walked into his quarters after his duty shift. He was lucky that he made it back as quickly as he did. Along the walkways to his room he could hear the loud sexual moans emanating from inside the crew quarters. There were even some men who took their carnal pleasures out onto the walkways. Sparr tried not to look. Actually he tried not to get turned on. He sidestepped bodies on the floor in the midst of sex and he had to fight off the offers he got along the way.
When the doors of his dimly lit room closed behind him, he heaved a sigh of relief. He was going to take a shower and try not to let the images of those hot naked men on the walkways bother him. The captain had ordered everyone on the bridge to abstain from any sexual contact until further notice, and being a good soldier, he complied.
Just as he was about to strip out of his uniform, he caught movement inside his room. Quickly he turned on the lights.
“H'loor! God you scared me, what are you doing here?”
“We have something to discuss with you,” said the T'aal elder and gestured to show that B'loor was also present.
“What's this about?” asked Sparr although he had an idea from B'loor's lowered head.
There was a quick rap at the doors behind Sparr before they slid open and Captain Hunt and Dr. DeSalle walked in. Both men looked serious and Sparr hoped that it was just concern about the outbreak that worried them.
“Lieutenant, you know that sex between our people is forbidden, do you not?” asked H'loor who stood up and walked towards Sparr.
“Err... yes, I guess.”
“Lieutenant, we know about your little experiment with B'loor,” said Hunt cutting to the chase. “There is a reason why we have protocols attached to inter-species mating, and I'm very disappointed that you disobeyed protocol, put your own curiosity and needs before the safety of your fellow crew members and this ship.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I don't...”
“You are patient X, Dave,” said the doctor.
“What? What do you...”
“The T'aal have strict rules about our sexual practices for a reason,” cut in H'loor. “As you know, we have no gender and as such every member of the T'aal are able to procreate. This is rare among humanoids in the galaxy. Sex with any other species is forbidden because we do not know how alien bodies would react to us, and vice-versa.”
“And your body is reacting badly,” said the doctor as he took out his medical scanner and traced Sparr's body. “When B'loor's tendrils entered your body it left a secretion that is now coursing through your body, mutating your chemical make-up. And these readings say that it's even coming out of your pores. When you bumped into Ensign Kipply, you transferred the mutant secretion onto him.”
“But I feel fine,” protested Sparr.
“To use an Earth analogy, you are Typhoid Mary, a carrier of the mutated chemical strain that is now being spread all over the ship,” said H'loor. “Whoever you come in physical contact with from now on will be infected.”
“The good news is, I can treat the outbreak. In fact, the medical team is all over the ship now inoculating the crew,” said the doctor.
“But we can't treat you,” added Hunt. “You've really muddled up things for me Dave. Your little stunt may have very well jeopardized our trade with the Qormar and shorted the time we can do anything about this because we have an unknown attack force coming our way.”
“What's going to happen now?” asked Sparr hanging his head down.
“There is only one way,” said H'loor. “You and B'loor must finish what you started.”
“What?”
“We've found out that if you complete the sexual intercourse, another chemical would be introduced into your body from B'loor and that would neutralize the effects of first secretion,” said DeSalle.
“But there's a huge downside, Dave,” said Hunt sitting down.
“To complete the sexual intercourse means that B'loor would have to deposit the lippa, his eggs into you,” said the T'aal elder. “The lippa would attach themselves inside you and they cannot be removed until they hatch.”
“It'll kill you Dave,” said DeSalle. “Our bodies are not meant to do this.”
“How many eggs are we talking about?” asked Sparr as cold sweat wet his back.
“About thirty,” said DeSalle.
“Can't you just quarantine me or something?”
“Since we're not going home anytime soon, that could be a really long time locked up by yourself,” said the doctor. “Also, your chances of infecting the crew does not go away.”
“Essentially, it's life imprisonment or death,” said Hunt. “Who'd have thought we'd face these sorts of questions in this day and age?” Hunt pressed his fingers on his temple.
There was a long pause. Sparr closed his eyes and wished that this was some form of nightmare, and that he would wake up soon. But he knew what he had to do. He was a trained soldier after all, and the safety of the ship had to be paramount.
“I'll do it.”
…..
Hunt walked out of Sparr's quarters with Dr. DeSalle and H'loor. He wished that there was something more he could do, but he had pressing things to take care of first.
“H'loor, you're with me. Let's get ready for the Qormar and seal the deal for their star maps,” said Hunt. “Doctor, I need you to work with the other T'aal on board, find out if there is a way to safely remove the eggs from Sparr.”
….
“So here we are again,” said Sparr looking at B'loor.
“Dave, I am sorry for...”
“Please, it was my fault,” said Sparr embarrassed. “It's my mess and I'll fix it.”
Sparr walked up to the T'aal and touched his chest. He was expecting B'loor to move away like before, but instead the T'aal pulled him close and hugged him.
“Well, at least we get to do it properly,” smiled Sparr and he kissed B'loor.
Sparr moved to the bed. He got in and watched B'loor climb in after him. They kissed again and Sparr felt B'loor's hands all over his body, stripping off his uniform and caressing his skin.
“I thought the T'aal weren't attracted to humans sexually,” smiled Sparr.
“They may not, but I am,” said B'loor who tore at Sparr's uniform, ripping it apart.
Sparr moaned as B'loor licked his neck. He could see that B'loor was getting aroused as tendrils formed on his fingertips. The tendrils looped themselves around his scrotum and penis as B'loor sucked on his organ.
“I like the texture of your cock,” breathed B'loor sucking on the human's rigid shaft and licking the red bulbous head.
“Oh god, I didn't even know you knew how to do this. And man, you're good!”
Sparr never had an erection this hard before and it felt wonderful. He was trying his best not to shoot his load and keep the sensation going for a little longer. Finally, B'loor let go of his penis and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Sparr turned around and offered the alien his orifice. The tendrils didn't hesitate and went straight for Sparr's anus, probing and massaging as they attempted to gain entry. Sparr could feel that the tendrils were getting slippery and wet as they pushed past his anal ring.
The three tendrils excited Sparr from within as they slithered deep into his recesses. He began to breathe heavily and moaned when one tendril found his prostate. He looked down at his own cock and saw that he was leaking precum and the thick nectar had drizzled all over the sheets.
“Are you sure...” breathed B'loor. “This is your last chance to...”
“Do it, B'loor, impregnate me, please...” answered the human, panting.
“Join the club,” said Hunt without turning his chair around. He glanced at the chronometer on his desk and he sighed. In two more hours the Qormar would be on board the ship and if he still cannot find a way to stop the outbreak of the sex fever on Starlight, they would have to cancel. Not wise, according to H'loor who insists that they complete the trade for the star maps. Hunt knew the T'aal was right, the maps from the stellar merchants could help cut short their search for a new home.
“Captain?”
“Never mind commander, what seems to be the problem?”
“Our sensors detect six ships in attack formation on an intercept course.”
“What? Do you know who?” said Hunt sitting up.
“They just came into range, we can't tell as yet. The H'loor think they might be pirates, since we are in the quiet part of the trade route.
“ETA?”
“Six hours sir,” said Holts. “This means we need to get the maps and get outta here as fast as possible.”
“Great,” said Hunt and tapped on his scarab. “Doctor, I need some good news.”
“Well Jon, we have found a way to counteract the chemical imbalance,” said Dr. DeSalle over the comm. “However, the treatment would be useless we can't find and treat patient X. Without getting to the source of this outbreak, we wouldn't be able to stem this completely.”
“I sent H'loor over to sickbay to help you, what does he think?” asked Hunt.
“He was here, I showed him the data and, well, he sorta just walked out in a hurry,” said DeSalle.
“Maybe he knows what it is.”
“I hope so. Jon, over 70 percent of the crew has been infected, we need to act fast,” said DeSalle. “Meanwhile, I suggest you resist sexual contact with anyone.”
“Just find me patient X, doctor.”
…..
Lieutenant Dave Sparr walked into his quarters after his duty shift. He was lucky that he made it back as quickly as he did. Along the walkways to his room he could hear the loud sexual moans emanating from inside the crew quarters. There were even some men who took their carnal pleasures out onto the walkways. Sparr tried not to look. Actually he tried not to get turned on. He sidestepped bodies on the floor in the midst of sex and he had to fight off the offers he got along the way.
When the doors of his dimly lit room closed behind him, he heaved a sigh of relief. He was going to take a shower and try not to let the images of those hot naked men on the walkways bother him. The captain had ordered everyone on the bridge to abstain from any sexual contact until further notice, and being a good soldier, he complied.
Just as he was about to strip out of his uniform, he caught movement inside his room. Quickly he turned on the lights.
“H'loor! God you scared me, what are you doing here?”
“We have something to discuss with you,” said the T'aal elder and gestured to show that B'loor was also present.
“What's this about?” asked Sparr although he had an idea from B'loor's lowered head.
There was a quick rap at the doors behind Sparr before they slid open and Captain Hunt and Dr. DeSalle walked in. Both men looked serious and Sparr hoped that it was just concern about the outbreak that worried them.
“Lieutenant, you know that sex between our people is forbidden, do you not?” asked H'loor who stood up and walked towards Sparr.
“Err... yes, I guess.”
“Lieutenant, we know about your little experiment with B'loor,” said Hunt cutting to the chase. “There is a reason why we have protocols attached to inter-species mating, and I'm very disappointed that you disobeyed protocol, put your own curiosity and needs before the safety of your fellow crew members and this ship.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I don't...”
“You are patient X, Dave,” said the doctor.
“What? What do you...”
“The T'aal have strict rules about our sexual practices for a reason,” cut in H'loor. “As you know, we have no gender and as such every member of the T'aal are able to procreate. This is rare among humanoids in the galaxy. Sex with any other species is forbidden because we do not know how alien bodies would react to us, and vice-versa.”
“And your body is reacting badly,” said the doctor as he took out his medical scanner and traced Sparr's body. “When B'loor's tendrils entered your body it left a secretion that is now coursing through your body, mutating your chemical make-up. And these readings say that it's even coming out of your pores. When you bumped into Ensign Kipply, you transferred the mutant secretion onto him.”
“But I feel fine,” protested Sparr.
“To use an Earth analogy, you are Typhoid Mary, a carrier of the mutated chemical strain that is now being spread all over the ship,” said H'loor. “Whoever you come in physical contact with from now on will be infected.”
“The good news is, I can treat the outbreak. In fact, the medical team is all over the ship now inoculating the crew,” said the doctor.
“But we can't treat you,” added Hunt. “You've really muddled up things for me Dave. Your little stunt may have very well jeopardized our trade with the Qormar and shorted the time we can do anything about this because we have an unknown attack force coming our way.”
“What's going to happen now?” asked Sparr hanging his head down.
“There is only one way,” said H'loor. “You and B'loor must finish what you started.”
“What?”
“We've found out that if you complete the sexual intercourse, another chemical would be introduced into your body from B'loor and that would neutralize the effects of first secretion,” said DeSalle.
“But there's a huge downside, Dave,” said Hunt sitting down.
“To complete the sexual intercourse means that B'loor would have to deposit the lippa, his eggs into you,” said the T'aal elder. “The lippa would attach themselves inside you and they cannot be removed until they hatch.”
“It'll kill you Dave,” said DeSalle. “Our bodies are not meant to do this.”
“How many eggs are we talking about?” asked Sparr as cold sweat wet his back.
“About thirty,” said DeSalle.
“Can't you just quarantine me or something?”
“Since we're not going home anytime soon, that could be a really long time locked up by yourself,” said the doctor. “Also, your chances of infecting the crew does not go away.”
“Essentially, it's life imprisonment or death,” said Hunt. “Who'd have thought we'd face these sorts of questions in this day and age?” Hunt pressed his fingers on his temple.
There was a long pause. Sparr closed his eyes and wished that this was some form of nightmare, and that he would wake up soon. But he knew what he had to do. He was a trained soldier after all, and the safety of the ship had to be paramount.
“I'll do it.”
…..
Hunt walked out of Sparr's quarters with Dr. DeSalle and H'loor. He wished that there was something more he could do, but he had pressing things to take care of first.
“H'loor, you're with me. Let's get ready for the Qormar and seal the deal for their star maps,” said Hunt. “Doctor, I need you to work with the other T'aal on board, find out if there is a way to safely remove the eggs from Sparr.”
….
“So here we are again,” said Sparr looking at B'loor.
“Dave, I am sorry for...”
“Please, it was my fault,” said Sparr embarrassed. “It's my mess and I'll fix it.”
Sparr walked up to the T'aal and touched his chest. He was expecting B'loor to move away like before, but instead the T'aal pulled him close and hugged him.
“Well, at least we get to do it properly,” smiled Sparr and he kissed B'loor.
Sparr moved to the bed. He got in and watched B'loor climb in after him. They kissed again and Sparr felt B'loor's hands all over his body, stripping off his uniform and caressing his skin.
“I thought the T'aal weren't attracted to humans sexually,” smiled Sparr.
“They may not, but I am,” said B'loor who tore at Sparr's uniform, ripping it apart.
Sparr moaned as B'loor licked his neck. He could see that B'loor was getting aroused as tendrils formed on his fingertips. The tendrils looped themselves around his scrotum and penis as B'loor sucked on his organ.
“I like the texture of your cock,” breathed B'loor sucking on the human's rigid shaft and licking the red bulbous head.
“Oh god, I didn't even know you knew how to do this. And man, you're good!”
Sparr never had an erection this hard before and it felt wonderful. He was trying his best not to shoot his load and keep the sensation going for a little longer. Finally, B'loor let go of his penis and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Sparr turned around and offered the alien his orifice. The tendrils didn't hesitate and went straight for Sparr's anus, probing and massaging as they attempted to gain entry. Sparr could feel that the tendrils were getting slippery and wet as they pushed past his anal ring.
The three tendrils excited Sparr from within as they slithered deep into his recesses. He began to breathe heavily and moaned when one tendril found his prostate. He looked down at his own cock and saw that he was leaking precum and the thick nectar had drizzled all over the sheets.
“Are you sure...” breathed B'loor. “This is your last chance to...”
“Do it, B'loor, impregnate me, please...” answered the human, panting.
Sparr felt the tendrils bulge and then a slight burning sensation as hot liquid flowed from them depositing the lubricated lippa. And it didn't stop. The liquid overflowed and oozed from Sparr's anus and dripped from his balls. One of the tendrils then pressed hard on his prostate and Sparr found himself ejaculating as well.
Both of them fell to the floor and they didn't move for a few seconds. B'loor's tendrils flopped out of Sparr and lay limp before slowly retracting back into his fingers.
“How long before they hatch?” asked Sparr staring at the ceiling after his breathing had normalized.
“About six weeks,” said B'loor who got up, gathered the human in his strong arms and lifted him to the bed. He climbed in too and hugged the man tightly. Sparr then started to cry.
“I'm sorry Dave.”
Both of them fell to the floor and they didn't move for a few seconds. B'loor's tendrils flopped out of Sparr and lay limp before slowly retracting back into his fingers.
“How long before they hatch?” asked Sparr staring at the ceiling after his breathing had normalized.
“About six weeks,” said B'loor who got up, gathered the human in his strong arms and lifted him to the bed. He climbed in too and hugged the man tightly. Sparr then started to cry.
“I'm sorry Dave.”
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